Kurt woke up on Tuesday morning and sighed in disappointment at the wet sheets beneath him. He didn't know why he kept hoping that his problem would go away overnight. It had obviously moved in and made itself comfortable.

He pushed his blankets back with a grimace and inspected the dark stain on his sheets. It was really not a nice thing to wake up to.

"Hey Kurt, Mom says you have to-."

Kurt's head snapped up in alarm, only to see Finn standing in his doorway with a shocked look on his face. He felt his skin heat up and prickle as he shut his legs and tried to hide the stain with his legs. "Get out!" He ordered, afraid he was going to cry in front of his stepbrother.

"Kurt? What…did you piss the-."

"I said get out!" Kurt screamed at him, giving Finn no chances to make accusations. "Get out of my room!"

Thankfully, Finn had enough sense to know that Kurt was serious as fuck at the moment and quickly left, his eyes never moving from their spot on the sheets.

He had closed the door behind him, which Kurt was thankful for, but he felt like he was going to be sick. As much as he loved his brother, Kurt knew that he couldn't trust him with anything serious. He was going to tell Dad and Carole, then Rachel who would most definitely tell everyone else. Word would get back to Blaine and the junior wouldn't want anything to do with him ever again. He'd transfer back to Dalton and tell Sebastian about his lame ex-boyfriend who wet the bed like a baby and they'd sit with the Warblers and all of them would laugh about it and make jokes.

Kurt stopped himself. He knew he was overreacting. If he just talked to Finn, then maybe he could stop anything from happening. Finn was like a dog; easily manipulated at times and extremely loyal.

He wiped his eyes and bunched up his sheets before taking a shower and getting dressed. He didn't bother to do his hair quite yet, but at least he was presentable enough to walk around the house. Opening his bedroom door, he was surprised to find that Finn was still standing outside of it. The boy wore a confused and worried expression on his face that made Kurt's anger at him melt away a little.

"Kurt? I'm really sorry for barging in, I should have knocked. Are you okay? Are you sick?" Finn asked nervously.

Kurt sighed in shame and shook his head.

"Then why were the sheets…?" The realization donned on Finn and Kurt blushed red with humiliation. "So you peed the bed?"

Kurt made a distressed noise. "Don't say it like that! And please promise me you won't tell anyone. Not even Dad or Carole and especially not Rachel."

Finn frowned indecisively. "I get Rachel, but why Burt? He'd want to know, Kurt."

Kurt groaned a little and looked around to make sure his parents weren't around, seeing as the soiled sheets were still balled up in his arms. "He'll overreact and take it way out of proportion. I'm not hurting myself. Please, Finn. Just let me try to fix things on my own before you go running to Dad."

Finn stared at Kurt's widening, watery eyes that seemed to be begging to him right down into his soul. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Yea, okay."

Kurt sighed in immense relief. "Thank you." Then he looked both ways again before sneaking down to the laundry room to smuggle his soiled sheets into the washing machine.

Kurt didn't even wait for Finn. He skipped out on breakfast and left in his Navigator, wanting to avoid his brother at all costs. A nagging voice in his head reminded him that he couldn't keep avoiding all of these people forever. He answered it by stating that it wasn't forever, just for a little while until the problem went away. He just hoped that Finn and Rachel could keep their mouths shut for once.

They had glee before and after school that day, so Kurt took his time at his locker. He didn't want to be the first one there and risk getting confronted by Finn or Rachel or even Mercedes. He hung in the hallway, right by the bathrooms. That way, if he saw anyone that he didn't feel like talking to, he could easily escape.

At exactly seven, Kurt strolled into the choir room to find everybody waiting for him. "Kurt, good, you're here." Mr. Schue nodded. "Take a seat. I've got some news."

Kurt obediently sat down on the opposite side of the room as Rachel and Finn. Blaine was over there, too and he could feel the boy's eyes boring into him as he took his seat. He kept his eyes planted on Mr. Schue, but he could sense that Finn was staring at him as well, though for a different reason.

He was terrified of his dad finding out. He felt himself flushing in humiliation just thinking about it. He'd sit him down in the living room and ask him if everything was okay; if he was being bullied or if his health was good. Then he would remind Kurt that he loved him no matter what but maybe they could consider looking into a mattress cover and maybe some night time protection just to help with the laundry. And even though they'd pretend not to notice, Finn and Carole would be listening to every single word.

"Kurt?"

Kurt snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of Mr. Schue's voice. He looked up at the man and noticed that he was the only one sitting down.

"We're about to run through choreography." The man said. "Is everything okay?"

Kurt deliberately avoided Finn's knowing gaze as he forced a smile and nodded. "Of course!" He quickly got up and took his place amongst the other students right between Finn and Blaine. Dammit.

"Kurt, we need to talk." Finn said quietly as Mr. Schue chanted "…and one and two and three and four!" in the background.

"There's nothing to talk about." Kurt muttered quickly. He followed the steps and switched places with Puck so that he was now by Blaine.

"H-hey. Can we talk after glee?" Blaine asked him softly.

Before Kurt could reply, Mr. Schue called out "…and switch!" and he was beside Finn once more.

"Stop denying it. We both know what I saw this morning and I really think you should talk to Burt about-."

"Finn!" Kurt hissed, cutting him off. "Shut up! Why would you even consider discussing this with me around other people?"

Finn paused for a second in realization before quickly trying to catch up. "Oh, yea sorry."

Kurt sighed and tried to fight down a growing blush. "It's really not a big deal!"

"Switch!"

Back to Blaine.

"Kurt, I just really want to discuss what happened. Neither of us are innocent, I get that, but I want to know why? Why was it so easy for you to flirt and joke with that Chandler guy and not me?" Blaine whispered. He wore a heartbroken expression on his face, looking like a hurt puppy.

Kurt sighed. "Blaine, I don't know if I can talk now. I'm sort of going through a lot." Nobody seemed willing to leave him alone anymore, and to make matters worse, he really had to piss.

"But you have time to talk to Chandler?" Kurt cringed at the injury in Blaine's tone.

"Blaine…it's not like that. I just-."

"Alright, guys, that was some good progress." Mr. Schue said and the glee clubbers began to gather up their things as the first bell rang. "Keep practicing, Finn and Rachel? Try not to drift to the front of the group. Stay in your spot."

The kids quickly left to socialize for a few minutes before class started and Mr. Schue disappeared, most likely to flirt with Emma before his first period Spanish class.

Kurt quickly busied himself with his bag, his legs trembling in desperation as he held his pee.

"Kurt, you can't keep avoiding me. You need to tell me what's going on with you." Blaine said.

Kurt took a deep breath. "I just can't right now. I really need to leave." He said, slinging his bag over his shoulder and attempting to walk to the door, only to be blocked by his boyfriend.

"No. I'm not letting you walk away again. We're going to stay right here until you tell me why you went to Chandler instead of me when you needed somebody to talk to." Blaine said his voice growing stern.

"Blaine I really don't have time for this right now." Kurt said, his voice getting a little raspy. He forced himself to stand still, knowing Blaine would know something was up if he started to bounce and fidget with urgency.

"You never have time for it. But you have plenty of time for Chandler." Blaine said grudgingly.

"Stop it! You know that isn't true! He's just some guy I met. I love you Blaine, and sure, sometimes I feel like our relationship lacks the spark that it used to, but that doesn't mean I would ever betray you!" Kurt cried, and that was when the real dam burst. Urine flowed freely out of him, soaking his boxers and running down his legs and into his boots. His face turned red and crumpled; he let out a sob as he completely unraveled in front of Blaine.

Blaine, having yet to notice his boyfriend's humiliation, stared at him in surprise. "Kurt…I'm sorry. Why didn't you just tell me?" He reached out to hug Kurt, only to be sloppily pushed away. It was only then that he finally noticed the dark stains running down the inside of his jeans.

Kurt hung his head and failed to hold in sobs as he completely and utterly wet his pants. It gushed out of him and slipped down his legs, flooding his boots and creating a puddle around his feet.

Blaine stared in absolute shock as he watched Kurt completely lose control. For some reason, the sight before him was like a car crash. Awful, but he couldn't help staring at it. He watched the darkness quickly expand across denim and he took a sharp breath. There was something fascinating; intriguing about the fact that Kurt was falling apart like this in front of him. The look of utter humiliation on Kurt's face mixed with the total relief of emptying his bladder made the front of his pants tighten and he realized he was still staring even after Kurt had finished wetting himself.

Kurt stood rigid in front of Blaine, looking like he'd rather be anywhere but there. He lifted his head and for the first time in what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes, he made eye contact with Blaine. "I…"

Blaine took a step toward Kurt and rested a hand on his shoulder. That was when Kurt completely broke down and began to sob pitifully. "I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean…" He was a total mess. His face was beet red and covered in tears tracks, yet Blaine couldn't believe how beautiful he looked with his pants stained dark and the way he squirmed uncomfortably in the pool of urine that surrounded his feet.

Blaine shushed him and being mindful of the puddle, he wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders. "The bell's rang already. Let's just get to the bathroom." He said in a warm, comforting his voice.

Kurt jumped slightly at Blaine's touch and cowered in humiliation, but Blaine's tone soothed him enough that he followed the boy to the bathroom. Blaine kept an eye out for anyone, but luckily, they made it to the bathroom unseen and Blaine immediately led Kurt into the handicap stall, passing his own bag over to the brunet. "There are unscented sanitary wipes in my bag. Clean yourself up while I get your extra clothes out of your locker."

Kurt nodded dumbly, solely relying on Blaine's directions to function on his own. He was in a state of mortified shock, unable to believe that he had just wet himself like a toddler in front of Blaine and then bawled about it. The thought made him cringe with shame.

It seemed like hours had passed by the time Blaine returned with a plastic bag and spare clothes. He tapped on the door with the knuckle of his index finger. "Kurt? It's me." He said softly. "Can I come in?" The door opened slightly and Blaine slid in to see Kurt in a rather compromising situation. The boy was naked from the waist down, and he was tugging his shirt down to cover his privates. The stench of dried urine hit Blaine's nose and he glanced over at the pile of used sanitary wipes.

"I figured the wipes wouldn't be enough so I got these from the nurses office." Blaine said softly, presenting Kurt with a pack of baby wipes much to the older boy's embarrassment. Kurt didn't move, frozen in his spot so Blaine tugged a few of the wipes out of the pack. "Turn around, babe."

Kurt's face turned the shade of Blaine's pants as he turned around and Blaine got to work cleaning every nook and cranny of Kurt's legs and privates, ignoring the whimpers of his boyfriend. Once that was done, he pulled out a pair of boxer briefs and jeans to change into as well as a new pair of boots and some socks. Kurt hurriedly got dressed but remained curled into himself, his arms folded over his chest self-consciously. He looked even more miserable than he had in wet pants and Blaine stared at him for a second before grabbing everything. "Come on. We're going home."

Kurt looked up at him in confusion and Blaine raised his eyes. "You'd rather stay here and go to class?"

Kurt seemed to consider it before taking the hand that Blaine offered him. Gathering all of the things up, Blaine led him back to the choir room so that he could grab his own bag before walking him right out of school and into Kurt's Navigator. He took the liberty of getting in the driver's seat and Kurt didn't protest, so he proceeded to drive all the way back to Kurt's house.

Once at home, Kurt still wasn't feeling completely clean so he went up the stairs to take a shower while Blaine put his clothing into the wash. He waited on the couch, watching daytime TV until he heard the familiar creaking of stairs. He turned his head to see Kurt descending the stairs. His hair was messy and wet, and he was outfitted in sweat pants and a lose v-neck t-shirt. He looked at Blaine uncertainly until the boy gestured for him to sit with him on the couch.

Kurt hesitated before taking a seat and curling up with his legs to his chest. He tensed when he felt Blaine's strong hands on his shoulders, rubbing and massaging them. "Kurt? What happened back there?"

Kurt blushed and averted his eyes, not responding.

"Has this happened before? Just shake or nod." Blaine instructed, still rubbing his back and shoulders.

Kurt let out a nervous sigh and nodded.

"Recently? Within the week?" Blaine asked.

Kurt's vision blurred slightly and he nodded again.

"…at school?"

A tear escaped and Kurt nodded again.

Blaine tried to ignore it for the sake of Kurt's feelings, but he could feel that strange sensation of excitement running through him again. Suddenly he thought of something that made his face grow hot, though not from embarrassment. "Is it just during the day?"

The humiliated sob that escaped Kurt's throat gave him his answer and it was oddly pleasurable to imagine Kurt sleeping soundly as a large dark stain spread around him. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and held him tightly, pressing a kiss to his temple. Kurt buried his face into Blaine's shoulder and cried, gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly. Blaine rubbed his back and held him like a loyal, loving boyfriend should, waiting for him to finish crying.

When he did, Blaine delicately pressed his lips to his, Chandler forgiven and forgotten before pulling up Netflix on Kurt's TV and playing Kurt's favorite Disney movie, The Little Mermaid. They spent the day curled up on the couch, a tangle of legs and arms and fingers, watching movie after movie until they were both asleep on the couch. Blaine knew as he drifted off that Kurt would probably wet while he slept and they would both wake up wet and uncomfortable, but sleeping with his beautiful boyfriend wrapped protectively in his arms was worth it.