Friday was a blur for Dave. He went to work like normal that morning, but he was too antsy about that evening to get any work done. After pacing around his office, starting and stopping his project so frequently that he never got more than a word or two typed at a time, he decided to beg off for the afternoon. He told his boss he wasn't feeling well and was able to leave with no problems. It was Friday after all. No one was ever productive on Friday.

Dave's first stop after work was the store. He'd been thinking a lot about what he was going to need to buy for this...adventure, he was calling it. He wasn't sure how far to push things or how long they'd be doing this, but he knew he'd need some supplies, even if they only played tonight. Buying toys and supplies would be expensive, but he had the budget for it. With no boyfriend or children, the only things he ever bought were things for himself, and he was a pretty cheap date.

So, the first things Dave picked up were from the baby aisle. He tossed in baby wipes, some tearless shampoo, a few bath toys, and some bath crayons. A few aisles over he found the childrens' dining sets, plastic plates, bowls, and silverware. He picked up two identical sets and four sippy cups, but his hand hovered over the bottles, unsure.

Blaine was...well, Blaine could be pretty little sometimes. Dave smiled fondly as he thought about it. He wasn't always so little that he wanted a bottle or a pacifier, but sometimes, he would fall that far, especially after a hard day or a big punishment. Deciding that it might be good just to have them on hand, Dave grabbed two bottles and circled back around to grab a few packages of pacifiers before moving on.

He completely skimmed over the diapers. That was one aspect of age play that he wanted nothing to do with. If someone he was looking after needed it, he supposed he would probably be willing to try it. It wasn't something, however, that he chose to introduce into any relationship. He did stop in the toy section though, collecting a few soft stuffies and two large blankets that were super soft to the touch.

Next stop was the arts and crafts, and Dave had to keep himself from going overboard. If there was one thing he knew about Kurt Hummel, it was that the boy loved art. He was sure that that fact would remain the same whether he was in little space or not. So, Dave set about collecting fun yet "age appropriate" art supplies. He really wanted Kurt to be comfortable and a good way to ease him into little space would be to give him something fun to do. So, of course he grabbed crayons and coloring books, some glue sticks and safety scissors, a package of construction paper, some fuzzy sticks, pom poms, craft sticks, and against his better judgment, a small package of glitter.

Next stop, the toys. Dave did allow himself to go a little bit crazy in that section. He knew that one of Blaine's favorite ways to relax was to get a rousing game of...something...going. It didn't really matter what it was. When someone would play a pretend game with him, he was happy. So, Dave picked up cars, blocks, Barbies, and plastic food. He chose some animals, toy soldiers, and Legos. He grabbed some Playdough and Playdough toys and a few simple board games.

Last stop before checkout was the food. He knew Kurt and Blaine would have food, but he wanted a few childish choices to help move them into little space. While they wouldn't be very healthy choices, he could add in a few veggies or fruits to aid with nutrition. So, he loaded up his cart with chicken nuggets, french fries, and corn dogs, a loaf of bread and some cheese slices for sandwiches, a few cans of tomato soup with letters, and a package of spaghetti and sauce. Last, he threw in a few fruits and veggies. Satisfied that his nearly overflowing cart would get them through the weekend, he headed toward the check out counter.

On his way, he noticed a display of clear plastic bins and picked up two on an impulse. It would be good to store their things in a way that would be easy to pull out as well as hide when they didn't want any one to see it.

Dave grimaced when the cashier told him his final total. He knew it wouldn't be a cheap trip, but he was hoping that it would be cheaper than it was. It took him several minutes to load everything into his car, but then he was on his way to his apartment. He still needed to pack an overnight bag for himself, and he wanted to open some of the toys before he headed over Kurt and Blaine's.

His stop at home lasted about an hour. Dave felt tired already by the time he had everything sitting next to the door. He almost felt like he was moving, he had so much stuff. But, it didn't matter. It felt good to be able to take care of someone again. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it until he started planning to help help Kurt and Blaine. He smiled to himself as he loaded the car again. Though Blaine would have no way of knowing this because they'd never talked about it, age play did as much for Dave as it did for the little. He felt so much better when he was looking after someone, helping them relax and just be the person they needed to be.

After a second, quick check around the apartment, Dave climbed into the car and turned down his street, headed for Kurt and Blaine's. He was shocked when he glanced at the clock, noticing it was only 4pm. Quickly, he dialed Blaine's number, hoping they would be home.

"Hey," greeted Blaine's familiar voice. There was some loud wooshing in the background, but Dave could hear him just fine.

"Hey," he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Are you and Kurt at home? I'm on my way over."

"Kurt should be home. I'm not there yet, but I will be in about five minutes."

"Great! I'm bringing over quite a bit of stuff, and I could use some help unloading my car. The more hands unpacking, the better. We probably don't want anyone to see what we're bringing up."

Blaine chuckled. "We can help. How long 'til you get here?"

"I just left. 15 maybe?"

"Sounds good. Just text when you get here, and we'll come down and help you. Thanks, Dave."

"No problem. See you soon." And with that, he hung up. Already he felt better about tonight. He had been pretty nervous, truth be told. He knew that Blaine would be fine, easing into his little space quickly, he was sure. It was Kurt he was nervous about. But, hearing Blaine's voice on the other end of the line was soothing for some reason. He had to remember that Blaine could help Kurt into his little space, too. Dave didn't have to do this by himself.

He paid very little attention on his drive, his mind going over everything he wanted to do tonight. He was hoping that it would all go off without a hitch, but he wasn't naive. He remembered how things had gone with Blaine at first. He had a lot of meltdowns as he pushed at the boundaries and learned about himself in his little space. He had no doubt Kurt would go through this process this weekend as well. He just hoped that with Blaine there, Kurt might find it less upsetting than being all by himself.

When Dave got to Kurt and Blaine's apartment, he shot off a quick text to Blaine. "Here. Come down and help, please." He got out and began shuffling through things, trying to combine as many bags as he could and putting anything into the tubs that he could.

A few minutes later, Kurt and Blaine appeared at the trunk of his car. "Hey," they both greeted.

"Hi, boys," he said, giving them smiles. "How are you feeling?"

"Nervous," Kurt mumbled, looking at the ground.

Blaine was looking into the back of Dave's car with wide eyes. "Excited now!" he said, bouncing on his toes just a bit. "You brought toys."

"Yep! We've gotta get this stuff upstairs. Kurt, will you carry these bags and hold the elevator for us, please?" he asked the skinny boy.

"Uh, sure."

"Thank you." Dave handed the bags over, taking a moment to give Kurt a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Try to relax," he said quietly. "Everything is going to be fine. There's no reason to be scared."

"Not. Scared." With that, Kurt walked back toward the apartment building, arms full of bags.

"I can get this one," Blaine said, indicating the tub full of toys.

"Thank you. I'll be there in just a second. I need to lock the car and grab my overnight bag."

The three of them met again in the elevator, Blaine straining under the weight of the tub he'd grabbed.

"Regretting your decision?" Dave teased as he stepped into the elevator and set his tub down.

Kurt pressed the button for their floor, glancing at what Blaine had. "You brought a lot of stuff," he concluded. "What's it all for?" He had caught sight of some baby things that were making him even more uncomfortable with this decision than he was already feeling.

"They're for you," Dave explained as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. He followed the two boys down the hallway to their door. "Just put everything in the living room. I'll put it away in a moment," he instructed them.

"There's food in here," Kurt said, peeking into one of his bags.

"I know. That's for this weekend, too," Dave explained. "I tried to bring everything I thought we would need. I hope I didn't forget anything."

"Looks like you're moving in," Kurt groused as he surveyed the pile of stuff that was taking over the coffee table and couch. He didn't like messes, and this was not how he had chosen to decorate his living room.

Dave chose to ignore him. Instead, he stepped around the two boys to dig through the tub of toys. He produced the pile of coloring books and two boxes of crayons. "Come with me," he told the two of them, heading toward the dining table. He spread the books out on the table and handed each of them a box of crayons. "I'd like the two of you to color quietly while I put things away and make dinner. I want you to try to relax into your little space. I will be close by if you need something. Okay?" He looked at each boy in turn, waiting until he got a nod of confirmation. "Good boys," he said before stepping away.

Kurt and Blaine sat down at the table, getting settled. Blaine immediately grabbed the super hero coloring book, flipping until he found a cool picture of Spiderman. "Yeah!" he said excitedly, tearing into his box of crayons.

Kurt was being a bit more choosy. He looked at the options before him. There was a Cars coloring book, one with puppies and kitties, and a Disney book. Tentatively, he picked up the Disney one, flipping each page gently, looking for one he wanted. He was trying to relax, and he had to admit that being told to color helped. He liked coloring, and it was a relief not to have to wonder what he should be doing. Dave had told him exactly what to do, and all they were supposed to do was listen. After looking at each of the pictures in the book, he finally settled on one of Cinderella in the garden, little sparkles of magic all around her as her rags were transformed into a ball gown. He gingerly opened his box of crayons and pulled out a blue one, lightly sliding it over the page.

"Kur'! Kur'!" Blaine called to him excitedly. "Like my pi'chure?" he asked, pointing at Spiderman.

"It looks nice, Blaine," he complimented with a smile. Was Blaine already little? He was talking weird.

"'t's SPIDERMAN!" he hollered, clapping his hands gleefully. Then, he grabbed a different crayon and set to work coloring the scene behind the comic book character.

Dave came into the dining room with all the bags of food. "Blaine, no yelling please," he said reprimanded gently. "I'm glad you're excited though."

"Sorry, Daddy," Blaine stage whispered, smiling at the man. "See my 'piderman?"

"I see it. It's beautiful!" Dave smiled and ruffled Blaine's curls. "Did you find something to color, Kurt?" he asked softly.

Kurt nodded. He wasn't little. Should he be little already? He started to panic. How would he know when he was little anyway?"

Dave could see the fear in his eyes and quickly knelt down beside his chair, putting a gentle hand on his knee. "Hey. Take a deep breath. That's it. Good boy," he praised as Kurt did as he was told. "It's okay that you aren't little yet. It's going to take a little while for you. You aren't used to it; Blaine's done it before. Just focus on coloring and listening when I tell you to do something. You'll get there, okay?"

Kurt nodded slowly, picking the blue crayon back up.

"Good boy," Dave told him, standing. "Are you thirsty?" he asked.

Kurt nodded again.

"Alright. I'll bring you something." He turned back toward the kitchen, bags still in his fist. He would have to work with Kurt on giving verbal answers when he asked a question, but he would wait until the boy was feeling more comfortable.

A few minutes later, Dave returned to the table with two sippy cups full of water. "Here you go, boys," he said, setting the cups on the table.

"Fank you!" Blaine said, grabbing his and drinking deeply.

"Thanks," Kurt mumbled, his eyes never leaving his picture.

"You're welcome."

Dave went back to the living room to continue organizing the things he'd brought with him, giving the two boys some space. He was hoping that Blaine would talk to Kurt some more. So far, they'd been pretty quiet which was unusual for Blaine. He was constantly talking and bouncing around, always full of energy no matter what they were doing. Dave was hoping that some of that energy would be contagious and draw Kurt out of his bubble. He didn't have to wait long for Blaine to start talking.

"Kur'!" he called again, poking at the boy. "Kur'!"

"What?" Kurt sounded agitated. He was trying to color!

"Wanna turn on moosic?" When Kurt was silent, Blaine whined, "Wanna dance!"

"We're 'posed to be coloring," Kurt replied.

Dave was surprised. Was Kurt starting to slip?

"Daddy'll yet us! I yike dancin'!" Kurt was silent again, so Blaine yelled, "Daaaaaaaaaaddy!"

"Blaine, no yelling," Dave reminded again, coming into the room. "What do you need?"

"Sorry," Blaine mumbled, feeling momentarily chastised. Then, he began bouncing in his seat, dropping his crayon on top of his unfinished picture. "Wanna listen to moosic!"

"Is that what Kurt wants?" Dave asked, looking at the other little boy.

Kurt was focused on his book again, not paying Dave any attention.

"Kurt?" he asked. "Do you want to listen to music, too?"

Kurt frowned, thinking. "Have to put my colorin' away?" he asked.

Dave was happy. It appeared that Kurt was giving in to his little space. "No. You can keep coloring if you want to."

Kurt nodded then. "Music's fine."

"Blaine, you have to clean up your crayons and coloring book then," Dave told him. "You do that while I get the music ready. What do you want to listen to?"

"Broadway!" Blaine exclaimed, slapping his coloring book closed and trying to shove his crayons back into the box. He had them going every which way, and the box was quickly getting torn up.

"Blaine, slow down," Dave chided, grabbing the little's hands to still them. "You have to put the crayons away right so the box doesn't get torn up." He helped Blaine put the crayons away, guiding his hands so they were all straight in the container. Once all the crayons were in the box, Blaine jumped up from his chair and ran to the living room where Dave had yet to organize the toys. "Play?" he asked, looking around at all the toys.

"What do you want to play with, monkey?" Dave asked, coming out to the living room.

"Um," Blaine considered his options. "These, and these! Oooh! And these!" He ran about the room, tapping on the cars, Legos, and toy soldiers. "And also these!" he exclaimed, pointing to the plastic animals.

"Pick two," Dave told him chuckling. If he let Blaine have his way, there would be a huge mess all over the living room in just a few minutes.

"But-" Blaine whined.

"But nothing or you can lay down for a nap. Whiny boys are sleepy."

Blaine pouted but picked out the Legos and animals. "'m gonna builda zoo!" he told Dave. "Build wif me?"

Dave smiled at him but shook his head. "I can't right now," he explained. "I have to finish putting things away and then make dinner."

"Kay," Blaine said, sounding sad.

"But, maybe if you ask Kurt nicely, he will build a zoo with you."

Blaine perked up at that. He could play with Kurt! And right now, he missed Kurt and kinda wanted a hug. So, after he'd dumped all the Legos and animals out in the middle of the floor, he padded over to Kurt who was still coloring. "Kur'?" he asked, poking his arm.

"Hmm?"

"Come build wif me?"

"Colorin'," Kurt told him. He didn't really feel like doing anything else. His tummy was hurting him, and he thought he might get sick. He really didn't wanna move right now.

"You colored lots already!" Blaine was exasperated. No one would play with him, and he just wanted to have fun. He heard Dave click the music on in the living room, so he tried again. "Daddy turneded on the moosic now! Come build!" He pulled on Kurt's arm just a little.

"No, Blaine! Go 'way! Colorin'!"

"But, Kuuuuuuuuur'!" He pulled on his arm again, this time causing Kurt's crayon to slip from where he was coloring the magic sparkles gold. There was now a large golden streak across Kurt's paper.

"You ruin it!" Kurt cried, turning an angry face to his husband. "You ruin my picture!" His eyes welled up. He'd worked so hard on it. This is nothing to cry about, he told himself, but the tears fell anyway. He felt silly, but he couldn't seem to stop. He hid his face in his arms, crying into the table.

Blaine felt tears prickling the back of his eyes when Kurt screeched at him, but watching Kurt cry was what really broke him. He tried to peek over Kurt's shoulder to see if he could fix his mistake, but the tears made it to hard to see, so he just sank down to his knees, putting his head in Kurt's lap and sobbed.

Dave came running as soon as he heard Kurt shout, but he was too late. Both of the boys were in tears when he got to the table, and he watched them for a moment, feeling helpless. Things were not off to a good start, apparently, and he was wondering if he had chosen to take on way too much at once. The sight of both of his little boys crying was breaking his heart.