Sebastian was hiding out at the Lima Bean after a particularly difficult math test. Staying up all night to study and skipping both breakfast and lunch due to nerves had taken a lot out of him and even though the stupid thing was already over, he could feel the stress raining down. Usually, if he even thought for a second that he might have an episode, Sebastian wouldn't dare take a step outside the door. However, it was Tuesday meaning Blaine and Kurt would be arriving shortly. They would take care of him and he always kept diapers under the driver's seat in his car. No, he was not here because of Kurt and Blaine. He didn't need them. He didn't want them. Of course, that didn't really matter when it came to Bassy. Bassy needed them. Bassy wanted them and what Bassy wants, Bassy gets.
He entered the coffee shop with nothing but those boys on his mind, but soon his mind had drifted off to other things. In fact, he nearly let out a yelp when somebody rested a hand on his shoulder. "God!" He snapped as Blaine took the seat to his left and Kurt to the right.
"Hey baby." Kurt smiled. "How's it going?"
"Have you had any problems since our last visit?" Blaine inquired.
"What do you think you're doing?" Sebastian blushed. He downed the last of his coffee and stood in an attempt to escape what could be a potentially humiliating conversation.
"No, no, let me." Kurt smiled, tugging him back down into his seat before hurrying off to get in line. This was definitely new. Kurt actually trusted him enough to leave him alone with Blaine?
"What the hell do you guys want?" Sebastian grumbled as he slouched back in his chair.
"Just wanted to check up on our little boy. We missed you." Blaine smiled. He brought a hand up to stroke Sebastian's hair but it was immediately slapped away.
"No, absolutely not. No way. I am not a part of this. Whatever is going on with you two has everything to do with Bassy and nothing to do with me, so just leave me out of it." The brunet demanded.
"Sweetheart, don't be silly." Blaine crooned. "Bassy may be our little boy, but he is, after all, a part of you."
Sebastian nearly choked on saliva at the sound of that but before he could say a word, Kurt was back and placing a warm coffee cup in his hands. "Drink up, we have presents."
Raising a suspicious eyebrow at him, Sebastian took a sip and nearly spat it out when the liquid went down sweet and creamy instead of strong and bitter. "What is this?"
"Warm milk with honey." Kurt smiled, petting his hair, only to have his hand batted away as well.
"Just tell me what you want." Sebastian stated impatiently, setting the cup on the little table in front of him.
"Well, we really feel that if you're going to be a part of this, then you deserve to know the whole truth." Blaine stated.
"What truth?" Sebastian asked skeptically, crossing his arms over his chest.
Kurt cast Blaine a slightly questioning glance before turning back to the younger teen. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private."
"Nope." Sebastian replied. "Either spit it out or let me leave."
The couple locked eyes once again as if a silent conversation was juggling back and forth between them. It went on for a few long moments while Sebastian stared them down before staring back at him. "Okay, but we're going to keep this really short and simple."
And so Sebastian sat quietly and listened as the couple explained their baby/daddy infantilism relationship, minus the baby. That is, until Bassy showed up. As he listened, the Warbler picked up his cup and squeezed it tighter and tighter. He squirmed uncomfortably in his spot and he suddenly wished that he had agreed to go somewhere private.
"We want you to be our baby." Blaine finished, letting out a nervous sigh. "Now, it doesn't have to be twenty four seven or anything like that, but-
Pop.
The two watched in surprise as the milk burst out of the damaged cup, splattering onto the table and dripping down into Sebastian's lap. "Sebastian?"
"Don't you understand anything?" He hissed.
Kurt looked at him in surprise. "What? But before you said-
"Bassy ruins everything!" Sebastian barked. "Everything always has to be about him! Thanks to that…that…thing, I haven't had a normal social life since the fourth grade!"
"Sebastian, you're making a scene." Blaine whispered, but the boy was beyond caring.
"Always, always!" He snapped again, shooting up out of his seat.
"Sebastian Smythe, sit down." Kurt said sternly.
"Non! Non!" He yelled. "I don't...d-don't….." He faltered, struggling to think of the word. Shit. How had he allowed himself to get so riled up? He was really going to pay for it now.
The boys caught on quickly and were immediately at his side, quickly ushering him to the bathroom before they caused even more of a spectacle. Sebastian struggled against their gentle but firm grips.
"Non! Non!" Sebastian screamed as they burst through the door of the men's room. "Mama!"
"Shh, baby, just relax. We just want to help." Kurt crooned. "Just calm down." He had no idea if Sebastian could even understand him in this halfway state, but it was worth a try. "Blaine, go get Sebastian's bag." He murmured as he returned to stroking the Warbler's soft brown locks. As his boyfriend left, Kurt kept a tight grip on Sebastian. He didn't know when Sebastian might fall to the ground, but he was going to be prepared for when it happened. When Blaine returned, he took Kurt's position in supporting the boy while he searched through the messenger bag. "Nothing."
"What about his car?" Blaine questioned.
"Maybe. Check his pockets for keys. I didn't see any in the bag."
The junior slipped his hand into the pockets of his trousers before searching his Dalton jacket. He found them in the right pocket and tossed them to Kurt. "There."
"Okay, do you think we should sit him on a toilet or something?" Blaine added. "What if he has an accident?"
Kurt hesitated. "Umm, yeah. I don't even want to think about cleaning up a mess of his in public. We don't need a repeat of last time. Will you need help?"
Shaking his head, Blaine inched Sebastian over to the handicap stall while Kurt disappeared into the café once more. He locked the door and leaned Sebastian against it, keeping his thigh between the brunet's legs for support. Ignoring the gibberish that spilled from Sebastian's mouth, he unbuttoned his pants tugged the zipper down. He had Sebastian wiggle out of them, helping a little by pulling them all the way to his ankles. His boxers came next and then Sebastian was led over to the toilet and sat down. Of course, things like this would never be that simple. For nearly ten minutes, Blaine had to dance around and sing in a public restroom like an idiot all for the sake of keeping Sebastian seated on the toilet because a bored baby was a squirmy one.
Finally, Kurt did return with a diaper in hand and together the managed to tape it onto their wiggling, whining charge. Kurt yanked his boxers and pants up over the thing and fastened them, not bothering to tuck his shirt tails in again. What was the point?
"Papa." Sebastian crooned, sucking on his fingers as he rolled against the wall.
"Salut, pouisson." Kurt smiled.
"Are we just going to leave his car here?" Blaine questioned.
"Yeah, I think so. Nick and Jeff won't mind getting it." Kurt shrugged. "Let's just get back to Dalton."
"I'll drive." Blaine offered. "You can stay in the back with Sebastian."
And so the three slowly made their way to Kurt's sleek black Navigator. Kurt climbed into the back first before helping to lift Sebastian up as well. While Blaine got in front of them, Kurt positioned Sebastian in his seat and fastened his seat belt. The trip back to Dalton seemed to take hours, days, even as they were both eager to get Sebastian settled into some pjs so that their Bassy playtime could begin. Hey, their issues were between them and Sebastian. Why get Bassy involved? They might as well just have fun with the kid while he was still around. Kurt hummed to him along with the radio, cooing and tickling and entertaining Bassy while the boy squeaked back eagerly. He stomped his feet and wiggled around with pent up energy. When the finally arrived at the boarding school, Kurt actually had to grab onto Bassy's wrist to keep him from scrambling out of his seat. There was no way the couple could make it all the way across the parking lot with their fidgety charge so while Kurt grabbed everyone's bags, Blaine scooped Sebastian's small frame into his arms with only a tiny struggle. He carried him bridal style, since Bassy's constant struggling would not allow him to transfer him onto his hip.
"Non!" Bassy whined, flopping like dead weight in Blaine's arms. The boys ignored his dramatics until they were inside and headed straight for his dorm.