Blaine was relieved when Kurt finally appeared at the bottom of the stairs and joined him and Burt in the kitchen. The boy's bedhead was still in affect and he yawned as he reached for the cereal. Burt appeared just as thankful and took a seat at the kitchen table. He waited patiently for Kurt and Blaine to finish their breakfast and focused on reading the paper. After a good ten, fifteen minutes, he heard the moving of chairs and the small clank of bowls being set in the sink. He put down the paper and looked up. "Where do you think you're going?"
Blaine kept his head down as he ate his cereal. He was still immensely embarrassed over everything that had happened, who wouldn't be? And he prayed that Finn and Carole hadn't heard about it. If the kids at school found out about his and Kurt's…special playtime, he would definitely have to switch schools or something. Every few minutes, Kurt would look up and give him a sympathetic or reassuring look. He even held his hand under the table. Blaine gripped it tightly but otherwise didn't respond. He finished eating as quickly as possible, but waited for Kurt to finish because he didn't want to get up by himself. Once Kurt was done with his own cereal, they both rose and set their bowls in the sink before turning to leave. Blaine had one foot out the door when Burt spoke up. He bit back a miserable groan and turned to face the man as Kurt did the same. He had been so close.
Burt gestured to their chairs. "Take a seat, I wanted to wait until both of you were awake to say anything."
Kurt and Blaine exchanged a confused and slightly nervous glance as they took their seats again and Blaine winced as his diaper crinkled. He prayed to God that Burt hadn't heard it. "What is it, Dad?" Kurt asked.
"Look, kids. I know that you're still pretty uncomfortable about me knowing…you know." Burt stated before looking directly at Blaine. "And you especially. I can see you're embarrassed."
Blaine blushed with shame and stared at his lap.
"But I don't want you two to keep this from me. I hate the idea that you feel the need to hide parts of yourselves just because you're afraid of what I might think." Burt looked at them and placed a blue and white pacifier on top of the table. Blaine stared at it wide-eyed. He must have left it in the living room the day before. "I know it will take getting used to, but I want you guys to feel comfortable doing this around me." Burt stated and the two boys' eyes widened in disbelief and shock.
"Dad, that's okay, really." Kurt said quickly.
"No, it's not." Burt replied. "I've been thinking about this all night and morning. I realize now that there's really nothing wrong with wanting to be little again."
Blaine buried his face in his hands.
"Blaine, there is nothing wrong with what you guys are doing. I know it's weird and awkward doing it around me, but I'm serious. If Carole and Finn are out and you guys just want to do your thing on the couch or in the kitchen, go right ahead. I don't mind." Burt shrugged. "I promise."
"Dad, this really isn't necessary." Kurt promised him. "Really."
"Please, just let me show you that I'm open and accepting about this. One day. Finn's going to be at practice all day and Carole's working." Burt said. "What about supplies? Where do you get diapers and stuff?"
Kurt blushed. "We order it all online." He answered.
Burt nodded. "Okay, so when was the last time you ordered anything?"
Kurt shrugged and thought for a moment. "About a month?"
"So you must be getting pretty low on supplies, right?" Burt confirmed and Kurt nodded. That was all Burt needed to hear. He grabbed his keys and wallet. "Go get dressed."
"Why?" Kurt frowned in confusion.
"Because we're going to go restock." Burt stated. "There's a medical supply store twenty minutes away that'll have everything you need."
Kurt's eyes widened comically. "No, no, it's really okay, dad. We're doing just fine." He tried to convince him, but Burt just shook his head.
"Please, just let me prove to you that this is all okay with me." Burt sighed, looking at him with an almost pleading look on his face.
Kurt sighed and ran a hand through his bedhead. "Fine, alright." Blaine looked over at him in alarm. Kurt took his hand and led him upstairs, leaving the pacifier on the table.
"Are you insane? How could you agree to that?" Blaine cried out once they were alone in Kurt's room.
Kurt looked at him. "My dad's always been accepting of who I am and he just wants to show us that this doesn't bother him. Even more, he wants to show his support by encouraging it."
"But…he's your dad." Blaine groaned in embarrassment before flopping face down on the bed.
Kurt sighed and settled beside Blaine, rubbing his back. "Baby, you know I love you very much. Well, Burt does too. He just has a weird way of showing it. Who knows? You may have even found yourself a grampa."
Blaine groaned miserably and didn't move so Kurt started to pull his shirt off, then his pants until he was just in a diaper. "Will you please give it a chance? For Daddy?" Kurt begged, looking at Blaine with wide eyes.
Blaine's lip wobbled a little but he let out a sigh of defeat. "Fine, but if we recognize anybody, we're out of there, got it?"
Kurt grinned happily and nodded, wrapping his arms around the boy. "Thank you, baby. Grampa will be so happy to hear it."
Blaine sighed. "Don't call him Grampa, it sounds weird."
Kurt laughed and nodded, kissing his cheek. "Now does my baby need to potty?"
