It had been a week since Kurt's bedwetting incident. Things had gotten a little bit easier when it came to changing him, but not much. He no longer argued outright, but still refused to wet without putting up a fight first. Blaine and Sebastian allowed it, knowing that their baby's pride was still hurt. Since then, things had been pretty low-key. Kurt didn't get in much trouble, playing with Papa during the day and then with Daddy at night.
In fact, everything was fine until Sebastian stepped into the apartment and said hello to his baby.
Only to find him throwing up on the floor.
"Blaine!" Sebastian shouted, scooping Kurt up and running him to the bathroom. He steadied his baby's head as he vomited into the toilet.
"Oh dear." Blaine frowned, appearing at the bathroom door.
"He got sick on the carpet." Sebastian told him.
"Oh, okay. Uh, I'm gonna clean that up and then I'll call the doctor's office and get an appointment for tomorrow morning." Blaine said, rushing to the living room.
Sebastian turned his focus back to Kurt, rubbing his back and steadying his head until the sick boy had emptied his stomach.
"All done?" Sebastian cooed.
Kurt nodded and started to cry.
"Hey, hey, don't cry, sweetheart. Everything's gonna be just fine." Sebastian cooed softly. "We're gonna get you cleaned up and in a fresh diapy and jammies. Then we can have snuggles in the rocking chair if you want."
Kurt sniffled and nodded, taking a few shaky breaths.
Sebastian picked him up and closed the toilet seat, setting Kurt on it before flushing it and wiping Kurt's face with a cool wash cloth since the boy was slick with sweat.
He cooed to him lovingly as he stripped Kurt of his clothes and untaped the soaked diaper, setting him in the tub.
After washing him quickly, Sebastian rediapered him and carried the boy to the nursery, putting him in a light cotton sleeper.
"If you have to make sicky, use this, okay?" Sebastian asked, showing Kurt the small trashcan next to his crib. Sebastian had decided to leave the side of the crib down, just in case Kurt needed to get up.
He carried Kurt to the rocking chair and cooed to his baby, running fingers through his hair until the pale boy fell asleep.
Once Kurt had fallen asleep, Blaine went downstairs to call their doctor. Sebastian lounged on the couch with a glass of wine (only when Kurt wasn't around) and listened as the shorter man listed symptoms. He didn't like the solemn expression on Blaine's face and sat up once the doctor had hung up.
"Well?" He asked, setting down his wine glass.
"Stomach bug." Blaine replied, grabbing a notepad and pen from the office drawer.
"I can tell this is going to be messy." Sebastian sighed.
"Don't jinx yourself or I'm not changing any diapers." Blaine responded. He handed Sebastian a piece of paper. "I need you to pick this stuff up for Kurt." He said. "It's what the doctor recommended."
Sebastian nodded and looked over the list. Rectal thermometer, peptobismal, tea, suppositories, and some heavy-duty diapers. "Suppositories?" He asked.
Blaine nodded. "They said that he might not be able to keep a pill down."
Sebastian nodded and stuffed the paper in his pocket before grabbing his keys and heading out the door.
The next morning, Kurt was faring much, much worse than he had the night before. He was white, whiter than he usually was, and his pajamas were soaked with sweat.
Blaine came in the next morning and carried Kurt into the bathroom, cooing to him as he bathed him in cool water. The brunette simply lied there, too weak to even play with his bath toys.
After a bath, Sebastian got out the rectal thermometer and some lubricant while Blaine laid Kurt on his stomach and rubbed his back soothingly.
"It'll only feel weird for a few moments, sweetheart." Blaine cooed as Sebastian prepared the thermometer.
Kurt whimpered as his Daddy carefully slipped the thermometer into him. While it wasn't big, it was cold and uncomfortable. Though it did help when Papa cooed to him and rubbed his back. After what seemed like hours to Kurt, he felt the intrusion being removed, and he was turned onto his back.
"Are you staying home with us today?" Blaine asked Sebastian.
The taller man nodded. "No way you can do this on your own." He replied as he taped his baby up in one of the new, thicker diapers.
Kurt made a face. It was too big and he couldn't bring his thighs together. He didn't like that.
"Is your tummy making rumblies?" Blaine cooed.
Kurt shook his head and whimpered, positive that if he gave his tummy anything, it would come right back up.
"Alright, babycakes." Blaine sighed, carrying him to the living room. The sofa had been piled up with puffy pillows and soft, warm blankets, all ready for Kurt. A trashcan was on the floor in front of the sofa, just in case, and a sippy cup of water was also there.
Blaine laid Kurt down in the makeshift bed, and turned on Sesame street. "Just relax, Kurtie-Pie." He cooed, kissing his baby's burning forehead before going into the kitchen to make breakfast for himself and Sebastian.