Kurt and Blaine stayed upstairs all night, except for when Kurt came down shortly to dismantle the portable high chair and carry it back up to his room. Burt had glanced up from the TV when this happened, but neither made eye contact or spoke.
Kurt locked himself and Blaine in his room, feeding him his bottle and food from the Tupperware containers that were marked specially for baby. They watched movie after movie, Kurt singing along to each one until finally, Blaine joined in timidly. Kurt had tried to convince Blaine to use his diaper, but the boy insisted on using Kurt's bathroom. Kurt let him, knowing that he needed the reassurance that he was still a capable adult.
When Finn and Carole came home and asked about Blaine and Kurt, Burt brushed it off, saying that they were spending the night in Kurt's room and to not bother them.
"They better have the door open." Carole frowned when she heard that.
Burt had just shaken his head. "No, Carole, just leave them be for now. Blaine's had a rough day."
"Blaine? Blaine doesn't have rough days. He's perfect." Finn called from the kitchen.
Burt didn't respond to that. If only Finn had seen.
Blaine woke up first the next morning. He looked over at Kurt, his protector, and thought in amusement how vulnerable even someone as tough as Kurt could look in sleep. His diaper was still dry, due to his refusal to use it the night before and he shuffled to the bathroom. After quickly using the bathroom and shutting the door so that the flush wouldn't wake Kurt, Blaine stared at himself in the mirror. He didn't like what he saw at all. Messy, mussed up curls, dark circles around red eyes, and no smile to be found anywhere. He was wearing a diaper. Why wasn't he happy like baby should be?
He trudged out of the bathroom and glanced at the digital clock on Kurt's bedside table. Almost eleven. Good. Finn was still asleep, Carole was working, and Burt should be at the garage by now. Though just in case, he peeked his head out and looked around before stepping meticulously into the hallway. He tugged his sweatpants up over the diaper as far as the fabric would allow before quietly descending the stairs. At the fourth step down the wood creaked loudly and he cringed, hoping nobody woke up. Once in the kitchen, he opened the cupboard to look for something to eat. Despite his diaper, Blaine was positive that baby time was over. He pulled out a box of Lucky Charms and opened it up when he heard somebody clear their throat behind him and jumped, dropping the box. Marsh mellows and cereal spilled out over the floor and Blaine immediately dropped down to clean it up. "Sorry!" He cried, feeling like an absolute klutz.
"Hey, calm down," Burt said from behind him, "it was my fault. I shouldn't have snuck up on you."
Once Blaine had swept up the cereal, he made himself stay, knowing that he couldn't run back to the safety of Kurt's room now without feeling ashamed of himself later.
"You okay, kid?" Burt asked. "You don't look so hot."
Blaine kept his head down as he made himself a bowl of cereal, Raisin Bran, seeing as he had already spilled his share of Lucky Charms on the floor. He self-consciously tugged his shirt down, hoping that Burt hadn't noticed anything odd about what he wore under his pants. " 'm fine." He mumbled, playing around with the cereal.
"Look, about yesterday…" Burt began and Blaine had to grip his bowl tightly to keep from fleeing. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay." He said. "You had a pretty tough night, kid."
Blaine blushed and prayed for Kurt, or even Finn to come down so that he didn't have to have this mortifying conversation with his boyfriend's father.
"I just-I'm trying to understand what this is all about. It's a shock." Burt shrugged. "It's not everyday I find out about my son being a… 'daddy'."
Blaine wanted to die. This was horrifying in its humiliating way. "What I'm trying to say, is that as long as you guys are safe and don't take things farther than you're emotionally prepared for." He said. "And you are always welcome in this house. This whole baby thing doesn't change that."
Blaine looked at the floor, red faced and nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Hummel." He mumbled softly.
There were a few moments of awkward silence. "So uh… is Kurt up yet?" Burt asked.
