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When Blaine woke up the next morning, Kurt was gone. He yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Right about now Kurt would be stepping out of the shower and he glanced over to confirm this, but to his surprise the door was open and the light was off.

"Kurt?" He called. There was no answer.

Assuming Kurt had left early, Blaine got up and shuffled towards the bathroom, his bladder full. He didn't bother to close the door and slowly began to strip off the footie pajamas that Kurt had put him in the night before. He let the fabric pool on the floor and glanced down at the diaper that was taped securely around his waist. It was a tad disheveled from sleeping in it, but otherwise in fine condition. Blaine sighed and turned to head back to his desk for a pair of scissors, but to his surprise, he found them right on top of the sink. Did Kurt leave them there?

As he stared at the scissors, Blaine had to wonder if their placement was purposeful. Could it just be that he'd had to cut a label off of something and forgot to return the scissors to their original spot, or was he actually setting Blaine free after everything that had happened?

Almost suspecting Kurt to pop out and catch him in the act, Blaine slowly reached for the scissors. He held them in his hands and just stared for a moment before finally making up his mind. With just a moment's hesitation, Blaine slipped the bottom blade underneath the first diaper tape and closed them, hearing the plastic snap with a satisfying snip. He did the next one, then moved to his right side and finished off the other two, his diaper immediately going slack around his hips. He sighed and removed the diaper, dropping it in the trash before lifting up the toilet lid and taking aim.

After being forced to do all of his business in a diaper, this was absolute heaven. Blaine let out a small groan of relief as he emptied his bladder, the sound of the stream hitting water echoing in the enclosed space. He allowed his head to fall back, thoroughly satisfied in a way no high school student should ever be in regards to taking a piss. Whatever, most high school students had never been forced by their boyfriend to shit in a diaper, either, so…

Once he'd finished, he shook himself off and flushed the toilet, giving his hands a quick wash before heading out to the room to get some clothes. Wondering if Kurt had decided to give him his clothes back, he hopefully approached his dresser, slumping in disappointment when he found that the drawers were still empty. What was he supposed to wear now? Surely not Kurt's uniform. The pants were too long and the shirt too small.

Blaine was at a loss. It was very hard to think of any ideas when butt-naked; his options were extremely limited. He supposed he could wrap a towel around his waist and ask David if he could borrow a uniform for the day, but after what they'd seen, he wasn't too sure he ever wanted to look them in the eyes ever again. A man can only take so much humiliation before he can no longer try to pretend nothing happened.

He started pacing, wondering what he should do. It wasn't like he could do anything other than lock himself away in the dorm, but if he did that, someone might come looking for him and then he'd have to explain why he had no clothes.

He was just beginning to panic when caught sight of something half covered by Kurt's bedding and walked over to investigate. Pushing the sheets back, he studied the bundle and with overwhelming relief, found it to be one of his uniforms, a pair of boxer briefs neatly folded on top. He could have cried. Did this mean it was over? That whatever Kurt was doing to him was done with and that it would never happen again? He wasted no time stepping into the underwear and yanking them up, savoring the feeling of fabric cradling his balls instead of padding. He ran his hands over his ass and thighs and smiled like an idiot. Turning back to the pile, he got to work fastening his pants, buttoning up his shirt, and tying his tie. He treated it like an average morning, humming to himself as he tied his shoes and shrugged on his blazer. With one last stop to the bathroom for some quick hair gel magic, he shrugged on his bag and left the room.

However once he was outside, he stopped, his fear returning. Just because he was no longer wearing the baby clothes, didn't mean they forgot about it. What would they say? No doubt they would treat him differently. The Warblers would never let him hear the end of it. They would ridicule him until graduation. He might even have to quit show choir. The thought froze him in his spot and he swallowed, trying to get his imagination under control. If he didn't let them see how much it bothered him, then eventually they would get tired of teasing him and stop.

He shook his head and buried his face in his hands. He couldn't lie to himself! That was just something teachers and parents told kids when they themselves couldn't do anything about the bullying! It was a useless tactic! He was just going to have get used to being called Baby Blaine for the rest of his life.

"Dude, you okay?"

Blaine looked up to see Trent staring at him, a small expression of concern on his pudgy face. "Wh-what?"

"You look like you're freaking out about something. You feeling alright?"

Blaine stared at him, studying his face in search of any hint of mockery or amusement. There was none. "I…you guys…" He trailed off. Trent was looking at him expectantly. The boy sighed and shook his head. "Never mind. I'm fine."

Trent nodded slowly. "Well okay. Do you want to head down to breakfast? They're serving those cheese omelets that I really like."

Blaine stared at him dumbstruck and nodded like an idiot, blindly following Trent through the hall and down the stairs to the dining hall. When they got there, he got into line and took a tray, paying no attention to what he put on his tray as he tried to process what was happening. Trent was acting completely normal. Could it be that he didn't know? Blaine shook his head. Trent was at all of the practices. He had to have seen. Perhaps he was just being nice. Trent was one of the sweeter Warblers. He was probably just feigning ignorance to make Blaine feel better. That certainly wouldn't last once around the other Warblers. Wes and Thad were nice, but they wouldn't miss an opportunity to tease him about something this big.

He kept his head down as he followed Trent to the Warbler table. Blaine didn't make a sound, hoping that maybe they wouldn't notice him. It was worth a shot. He started to eat his bagel (when did he grab a bagel?) in silence. After a few minutes of being ignored, he started to relax a little. Maybe they didn't notice him after all.

"Hey Blaine."

Or maybe he was completely wrong and they had been trying to decide the best way to begin their tormenting.

He set his bagel down and looked up to find Wes, David, and Cameron looking at him. He readied himself for the humiliation and took a deep breath.

"When are you taking the history test?" Wes asked him.

Once more, Blaine felt his mind skip a few beats and he had to backtrack. "Huh?"

"The unit test? Trent says his class doesn't have to take it until Monday. When do you have it?" Cameron inquired.

"O-oh…" Blaine stammered, trying to get a grip on himself. "Umm, Friday, I think."

Wes made a face. "Seriously? Mr. Howell is making us take it on Wednesday! That's so unfair!"

Blaine nodded stupidly, unable to believe that he was still alive. Had everybody gotten amnesia of something? There was no way they could all sit here with him and not even make one comment about what they all had seen happen. And where was Kurt? Had he done something to keep them quiet? Was he currently carrying out some horribly humiliating act in exchange for the Warblers not making fun of him? There had to be something he wasn't getting!

He daydreamed through breakfast and first block. In blocks three and four he contemplated the mental stability of his teammates. After all, they had watched Kurt force him into a diaper without blinking an eye. Could it be they were all crazy? Or maybe he was the crazy one! Perhaps he had been hallucinating this whole thing! But no, the diapers in the trash were proof enough that this was very real.

What the hell?

Lunch was the same as breakfast. Nobody said a word regarding anything that had occurred. Even Kurt, who sat down next to him and planted a kiss on his cheek, seemed oblivious to the hurricane of thoughts swirling around in Blaine's head. He just ate his salad and chatted on and on about his old friends at McKinley and about how Rachel was mad because Mercedes was getting yet another solo…or was it the other way around? He had no idea. Who was Rachel again?

And then Kurt was sending him off to his last class with a kiss on the cheek where Blaine proceeded to get scolded by his teacher no less than three times for zoning out. On the way out, she asked him what was wrong with him today and Blaine almost answered "everything."

Then there was Warblers practice and he came to the conclusion that this is what everyone had been waiting for all day. They were sending him into a sense of security so that they could utterly debauchee him in the privacy of the choir room. He should have known. He should have anticipated this all along. He shouldn't even go to practice today. He should run straight back to his room and hide, then confront Kurt one on one about what was happening.

He should, he thought as he entered the choir room. But he didn't.

Blaine took a seat on the couch and pulled out his phone so that he didn't look completely lost. Between glances of twitter, his eyes flickered around the room in search of Kurt. He needed information. He was desperate to understand what exactly was happening. Was it over? Or was a second wave coming? He needed to know!

Kurt arrived seconds before the meeting was intended to start. He gave the council members an apologetic nod and took the spot next to Blaine, wrapping an arm around the boy's shoulders. He crossed his legs and gave Wes and the others his undivided attention.

"Now that everyone's here, we can discuss our songs for the winter pep rally." Wes stated. "Obviously we need four boys doing the Star Spangled Banner. Trent and Kurt will take care of the high melodies, and who would like to take the remaining two male parts?"

A sea of hands shot up in the air, waving and twitching in excitement. Those who performed the Star Spangled Banner at pep rallies were practically guaranteed future solos. This was the first step to soloist status.

"Blaine, you did a beautiful performance at the homecoming pep rally. How about you take one of the solos?" Thad suggested.

Shoulders slumped and hands slowly started to fall. This was only too common. They all knew they didn't stand a chance against Blaine, but to everyone's surprise, the sophomore shook his head.

"No. I don't want it. Give it to someone else." He replied. Around him, chests swelled with hope and hands shot back into the air with new vigor.

"Very well." David shrugged. "I suppose we'll be holding auditions."

Blaine stared at a loose thread on his blazer and felt Kurt's hold on his shoulders tighten into a loving squeeze. He glanced over to find his boyfriend wearing an expression of pride and satisfaction. For some reason, it was immensely reassuring.