Burt spotted Kurt and immediately stood up from his chair. "You wanna explain to me what's going on?" He asked.

Kurt bit his lip. Burt didn't sound angry, though he didn't exactly sound happy either. He sighed, deciding that it would be best to just tell the truth.

"When Blaine got...kicked out, he was having some issues. He wasn't happy, or safe, and he definitely didn't didn't have a father figure to love him. He was scared. This thing that we do just helps him." Kurt said softly.

Burt sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm really trying to understand. How does putting Blaine in a diaper make him feel better?"

Kurt felt his face grow hot and he stared at the floor. "Well, I guess you could say I'm sorta like his...daddy."

"I thought you were his boyfriend?" Burt frowned.

Kurt sighed, getting a little frustrated. "It's roleplay, dad."

That made Burt put up his defenses. "Wait. Roleplay? As in sex? Inappropriate things in my house?"

"No, Dad. We don't have sex. Blaine needs to feel safe right now. He needs reassurance and love and compassion and security and all of those things. And I can give that to him!" Kurt exclaimed.

Burt wore a solemn expression as he read his son's face. "Why can't he get those things without diapers?" He asked.

"They're comforting to him. Embarrassing, but they make him feel safe." Kurt explained.

"Alright, and uh, how far have you taken this?" Burt asked a little awkwardly.

Kurt stared at his shoes. "Oh, ummm...we cuddle. I feed him and change his dia-"

"He uses them?" Burt interrupted.

Kurt sighed. "Yes, Dad. And I would appreciate it if you didn't bring that up with Blaine around. He's pretty humiliated as it is."

Burt nodded. "Go on."

"We watch movies and if he has a bad day, I'll hold him while he cries." Kurt said softly.

Burt frowned. He was starting to feel pretty bad for Blaine. I mean, sure, it's an awful thing when a boy is kicked out by his own family, but Burt had never really known the complete extent of the young boy's pain.

"How often do you boys do this?" Burt asked.

"About once a week." Kurt admitted. "Twice if we're lucky to find time."

Burt nodded as he listened. It was kind of weird to think that while he was out doing things, his son and his boyfriend were living a secret life. He listened as Kurt explained some more, nodding occasionally.

Once he had finished, Kurt glanced up at his father with pleading eyes.

The man simply sighed and rubbed his head. "Go take care of Blaine, Kurt. I need time to think."