When Blaine woke up, he found the Warblers sitting in the exact same spot that they'd been in when he dozed off. They were all staring intently at Kurt, listening to the boy talk and chuckling every once in a while. Blaine sighed and burrowed his face into the couch pillow, thankful that at least for now their attention was off of him.

"…and then he made such a big mess in his diaper, right while he was apologizing to Wes." Kurt was saying. That made Blaine shoot up from the couch.

"Kurt!" He cried out, feeling utterly betrayed that the boy was telling everybody their…his personal business.

"Oh, sweetheart you're awake! How was your nap?" Kurt crooned, standing up and walking over to him.

Blaine backed up a little and glanced over at the other Warblers, who were grinning something fierce. "Kurt, I want to go back upstairs." He said, ignoring the question.

"Warblers practice isn't over yet." He stated. "Is your diaper wet?"

"No. Now I'm tired of this. I'm going upstairs." Blaine replied, struggling to keep the embarrassment out of his voice. He kept his eyes trained on Kurt and slowly made his way towards the door.

Kurt sighed, shaking his head like a mother with a misbehaving child and started walking over. Blaine sped up, but all of a sudden Kurt was right there, grabbing him around the thighs and hoisting him over his shoulder. He ignored Blaine's kicking and protests, dropping him a few inches above the couch.

"Could I get a few helpers?" He asked sweetly.

To Blaine's utter disbelief, Nick, Thad, and Jeff rushed over to Kurt's side and smiled down at him almost condescendingly. "What do you need us to do?" Nick asked a little too eagerly for Blaine's liking.

"Just hold him down. No doubt he'll need a diaper change right about and he's going to be a little squirmy." Kurt said nonchalantly. At the sound of that, Blaine started to struggle but Thad and Jeff were right there to press his arms into the cushions while Nick grabbed his ankles. Kurt frowned for probably the first time since this whole mess had started and looked at Blaine apologetically. "I know this is tough, sweetheart. Just let go. It'll be so much easier for the both of us."

Blaine looked at him pleadingly, his face turning red as Kurt tugged his overalls back down and inspected his diaper. Kurt hummed. "Wet." He stated, and Blaine wanted to die.

"Can somebody get me a clean diaper from my bag?" He asked, rubbing Blaine's stomach soothingly. The younger boy continued his begging gaze but Kurt simply smiled at him reassuringly. "I'll need wipes and powder too."

Blaine panted fearfully and whimpered deep in his throat. At the sensation of fingers tugging at the tapes of his soiled diaper, his body jerked and he fought wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, this wasn't enough. With the four boys' strength combine, he was no match for them, but that doesn't mean he gave up. Blaine writhed and struggled with every ounce of strength in his body, but it did no good as Kurt untaped his diaper and pulled it off, leaving him bare for the whole room to see. Blaine gasped and froze, unable to believe what was happening. His ass, his penis, his balls, everything! They could see absolutely everything and Kurt didn't even care. The pain of this realization mixed with his overwhelming humiliation brought tears to his eyes, but it wasn't until Nick lifted his ankles into the air so that Kurt could wipe his bottom clean that his crimson face crumpled and he broke down into heart-wrenching sobs.

"Oh, baby don't cry." Kurt whimpered. "Daddy's almost done." But that did little to help. Blaine bawled loudly to the point that some of the boys had to cover their ears while he was wiped clean and taped up into a fresh diaper. "There, all better."

Blaine didn't stop crying, so Kurt picked him up, allowing the overalls to drop to the floor. With one hand under his bottom and the other wrapped securely around the raven's back, he bounced him gently, cooing softly into his ear. For once, Blaine welcomed the comfort and buried his face into Kurt's neck to cry. He was so desperate to hide, to crawl into a hole and never come out. He wanted Kurt to take him away. Anywhere but this room full of staring prep boys.

"I think it's time I took Blaine back to his room." Kurt stated. "Can somebody get his things for me?" He asked. Wes stood and placed all of Blaine's baby accessories into the diaper bag and nodded to the other Warblers before following them out.

Kurt carried him through hallways. He walked up stairs and past rooms, all where people could see him, but Blaine didn't care. Even though his diaper was on display, even though he was bawling his eyes out like the little baby he was dressed as, he didn't care. All that mattered was getting back to the safety of his dorm. He wanted Kurt to cuddle him and tell him that he was okay and hold him. He wanted to forget about the humiliation Kurt had put him through. Forget and forgive as long as Kurt still loved him and took care of him.

And he did.

Kurt knew he'd gone too far. He had intended to push Blaine, not send him over the edge, but he knew when to admit failure. Blaine crying had been a wake-up call because this wasn't embarrassed, shy, cranky whining he'd done before. This was total humiliation; too far, dangerous crying and Kurt didn't want that. He could barely look at Blaine, he was so ashamed and disgusted with himself. What he'd done down there hadn't been loving, it had been malicious and he knew it. He was a poor excuse for a lover, a Daddy, and a friend.

He carried Blaine into his room and once Wes had left, he kicked the door shut and delicately set Blaine on the bed. Once his shoes had been kicked off, Kurt clambered onto the bed and gently pulled the smaller boy into his lap. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's and squeezed him tightly, rocking the both of them back and forth in sync. "Shhh, you're alright, baby. Daddy's here…I'm here. It's just us."

Blaine hiccoughed and whimpered, twisting around so that he could bury his face in Kurt's shirt. He should have hated him for doing all of these things. He should have rejected him: pushed him away and told him that he never wanted to speak to him again, but he didn't. He loved Kurt even after all of this stuff he'd done to him and he couldn't stop loving if he tried his very hardest. There was nothing he could do.

Kurt pressed a kiss to his forehead and rocked them back and forth closing his eyes. "I promise I won't pull anything like that again." He murmured into his ear. "I promise."

"Too far." Blaine whimpered into his neck.

"I know, baby." Kurt nodded. "I know and I'm so sorry. Never again, I promise."

Blaine had to be crazy to forgive Kurt after everything he'd done. Everything he'd made him do. It wasn't just about the humiliation. It was the trust and caring and loyalty and everything else that had been stripped from their relationship. He'd have to crazy to just let this all go and continue being Kurt's plaything. He'd have to be insane to do anything other than point at the door and tell Kurt to start walking. Blaine decided that he better start looking for a good mental hospital to take him in.