The Warblers had assembled in the choir room. Every boy was boredly draped over couches with their feet resting on coffee tables. It was quarter after three, and the boys were still waiting for their lead soloist to arrive.
"Where is he? Blaine is never this late." Jeff asked, his chin propped up by his hand.
"Maybe he and Kurt are…" Thad said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Ugh, don't be vulgar, Thaddeus." Wes sighed. He alone knew why the couple was running late, but he wasn't about to ruin Kurt's grand entrance by telling them beforehand. He heard the door click open, making Wes smirk. Speak of the devil.
"Finally!" Nick sighed. "It's about ti-."
"Stop!" They heard Blaine cry, the door shutting so that the couple was still in the hall.
The Warblers all looked up in interest, wondering what was going on outside the room. Getting over to the door, they could hear Kurt's stern voice and Blaine's weak and desperate replies, filled with pleas of "don't this" and "I'll do anything." They exchanged curious looks, racing back to their seats when they heard the door click again.
Kurt stepped into the room and he appeared to be pulling on something outside the room. "Come on! " He grunted.
"No!" They heard Blaine cry. "Let go of me!"
"Baby, don't you disobey me." Kurt warned in a tone that made the other Warblers stiffen with anxiety.
"Kurt? What's going on?" David asked, getting up from behind the council's table.
"It's fine. Somebody's just decided to give his Daddy a hard time." Kurt grunted, making every boy's head snap up in confusion.
"Daddy?" A few boys murmured to each other.
"No, Kurt!" Blaine snapped.
Kurt seemed to freeze. "That's it!" He said, disappearing into the hall once more.
The warblers listened to what appeared to be a struggle in the hallway with quite a bit of hushed yelling a stern commands from Kurt. Then, there was a few thumps against the door before total silence. The boys all looked at each other uneasily, jumping slightly when the door opened again.
Kurt stepped into the room, the door shutting behind him. He looked a little flustered, his hair messed up and his outfit disheveled. Though it was unusual for Kurt to be so unkempt, that wasn't the reason they were staring. No, what they were really ogling at was Blaine, who was sitting on Kurt's hip with his face buried in the older boy's neck. His own outfit was rather….interesting. He was in navy shortalls with a red and navy striped t-shirt underneath. He wore his blazer, but it only emphasized the infantile look of the rest of his outfit. "There." Kurt huffed. "Sorry we're late. This one didn't feel like listening."
The Warblers looked around at each other, each boy in a state of shock except for Wes, who was trying to hold back a smile.
"Kurt? What are you doing?" Nick asked.
Kurt looked at him blankly. "What do you mean?"
Nick pointed to Blaine. "Why are you carrying Blaine like a toddler and why is he dressed like one?"
"Because he is one." Kurt shrugged, setting Blaine down on the couch. The soloist immediately hid his face in his hands.
"Kurt? Does anyone know you're doing this? Blaine doesn't seem to happy." Trent spoke up.
Kurt repeated the gesture again. "Babies can be so shy."
"Warblers," Wes spoke up. "sit down and your questions will be answered." He said, much to Blaine's mortification.
So the Warblers sat down and Wes and Kurt quickly explained to them why Blaine was looking and being treated like a two year old. The entire time, Blaine looked like he desperately wanted to flee the room but a single warning gaze from Kurt kept him in his spot.
"So…Blaine's your baby now?" Nick asked once they had finished explaining.
"That's right." Kurt nodded.
"And he wears diapers." Trent stated, Wes nodding in confirmation.
"…and uses them?" Thad asked incredulously.
Kurt nodded. "You're all welcome to see him unless he's having a nap."
The entire room went silent. Every boy stared at their once-proud leader. True, Wes, Thad, and David were the council leaders, but everybody knew who really led the group. Their cocky, confident, flawless icon. The one person that everyone strived and yearned to be. The person that could never be knocked down by anyone, and now he had been toppled by the very boy who loved him most of all. They liked Blaine, but deep, deep, down, envy burned inside them all and they couldn't help feeling a wonderful satisfaction at the sight of their glorious soloist in toddler apparel and a puffy diaper.
Suddenly, a giggle bubbled up out of someone who was brave enough to laugh. Another giggle escaped from the opposite side of the room. The boys started to grin, that chuckle, until they were laughing outright, howling wildly and grinning gleefully at the sight in front of them.
Blaine, wallowing in humiliation, attempted to run away, only to be grabbed by a couple of warblers and returned to the couch.
"Look at the cute little baby!" Jeff cooed.
"Does Blainey-Boo need his diapey changed?" Nick asked using a baby voice. "Did he make wee wee and need a changey-poo?"
The Warblers all surrounded him, cuddling him, cooing to him in baby talk, patting his diapered bottom and all around teasing him without mercy.
Kurt leaned against the council desk casually as if none of this was happening. He inspected his nails boredly, but there was a smug gleam in his eyes.
"So now what?" Wes asked calmly.
Kurt waved his hand passively. "Let them calm down. They'll get used to the sight eventually.
It took a long time to calm down. Eventually, Kurt and Wes made them break it up and they disappointedly returned to their seats. Kurt sat down and tugged Blaine into his lap, wrapping his arms around the boy who looked close to tears. Blaine almost immediately turned and hid his face in Kurt's shoulder, burning in humiliation as the warblers "aww'd" around him.
"Shhh, calm down, sweetheart." Kurt cooed, running a hand through Blaine's curly mess of hair. "See, honey? The Warblers don't mind. They think you're cute."
Blaine miserably whimpered, wishing he could evaporate into thin air.
"Now, sweetie, if you need to go potty, tell Daddy so that I can change your diapey, okay?" Kurt crooned. He knew Blaine was embarrassed beyond comprehension but he knew that it was important for Blaine to see that he had nothing to be scared of from his fellow Warblers. They all still loved him, even if they were secretly celebrating his most epic downfall.