The next time Blaine and Kurt had their baby time was nearly a week later. Carole and Finn were at a parent teacher conference and Burt had gone shopping. Kurt guessed they would have about an hour or so and wasted no time getting Blaine taped up in a diaper.

"Would you like some dinner, sweetheart?" Kurt cooed as he cuddled Blaine on the bed. Blaine nodded and tucked his head beneath Kurt's chin.

Kurt hoisted Blaine onto his waist and smiled. "Let's go then. We don't want someone to get a grumpy tummy, now do we?" He cooed.

Blaine grinned babyishly and shook his head. "'Course not daddy! I wanna happy tummy!"

Kurt chuckled and carried Blaine into the kitchen, strapping him into the collapsible high chair he had ordered online from an infantilism site. The day it arrived, Burt had brought it in and Kurt had come up with an excuse, saying it was for yoga. Burt had accepted the lie, never even questioning it since he had never seen Kurt do yoga a day in his life.

"Oops! I forgot baby's bib! We don't want a messy baby, now do we?" Kurt cooed, kissing Blaine on the nose.

Blaine shook his head. "No messy babies here, Daddy!" He said.

Kurt grinned. "I know, sweetheart. Daddy knows that you stay clean like a good little boy. Stay put darling. I'll be right back."

Blaine nodded and stayed in his chair obediently as Kurt left the room and climbed the stairs. He entertained himself by swinging his legs, his diaper crinkling with every movement.

Suddenly, the sound of a key turning in the lock could be heard and Blaine's heart stopped. He quickly snapped out of baby mode, yanking at the straps. "Kurt!" He yelled frantically, panic welling up inside of him.

The door opened slowly and Blaine's head snapped up, locking eyes with Burt Hummel.