Kurt froze when he heard Blaine calling for him, praying that he wasn't hurt. He dropped the bib and raced down the stairs to the kitchen where he saw something much, much worse.

"Dad!" Kurt exclaimed, a knot forming in his stomach. "What are you doing home?"

Burt's mouth was hanging open in shock and he quickly closed it, looking from his incredibly pale son, to his boyfriend who was sitting in whaat looked like a high-chair wearing a diaper and a terrified expression.

"I forgot my wallet." Burt said slowly.

Blaine's face was beet red and he did his best to cover the diaper with his hands, not that it did much.

"Uh, what's…goin' on here, boys?" Burt asked.

Blaine wanted to die. He would rather repeat the Gap Attack every day for the rest of his life than sit here for one more second while his boyfriend's father stared openly at him in the most humiliating situation ever.

"Dad?" Kurt said, his voice much higher than usual, "Can you wait a minute in the living room?"

Burt nodded, still staring at Blaine who looked miserable, before wandering into the living room.

Kurt quickly un-strapped Blaine from the high chair. "Go wait up in my room, I'll talk to my dad." He said quietly.

Blaine didn't need to be told twice, he was running to the stairs faster than Kurt had ever seen him run, fleeing up to the privacy of Kurt's room.

Kurt took a few deep breaths before slowly shuffling into the living room.