"Where's my baby?" Kurt cooed, covering his eyes with his hands.

It was Saturday morning, mid-March and the two men were seated in the Hummel-Anderson living room, cross-legged on a beige futon and facing each other.

"Hm?" Kurt grinned. "Where did my baby go?" He heard Blaine giggle and brought his hands away with an exaggerated gasp. "There you are!" He cooed, leaning forward and tickling his husband's stomach.

Blaine squealed and giggled, squirming away from Kurt's fingers. "Daddyyyyy!" He laughed.

Kurt smiled and watched his darling little boy. He could hardly remember a time when this wasn't the norm. A time when Blaine didn't waddle around in diapers of settle down every evening for a bottle the way most people settle down to watch TV. He loved his beautiful baby boy and would do anything for him.

However, Kurt would never forget how it all started. How in Blaine's senior year, Kurt had ended up going to New York for fashion and running into Chandler along the way. This had put a huge toll on their relationship, causing many over-the-phone screaming matches over jealousy and priorities.

One time, they had been howling at each other over the phone for hours when Kurt had had enough. "What, Blaine?" He had shrieked lividly. "What do you want?"

"I want you, Daddy!" Blaine had yelled.

Shock had hit both boys and there was along moment of silence before Blaine hung up. Something came to light that night for Kurt, and he found himself online, spending money on things that Blaine might not ever use.

That weekend, Kurt took a train to Lima to talk to Blaine present him with the idea of infantilism, seeing as graduation was only a month away. After school ended, Blaine moved to New York with Kurt and they could finally try out what they had been dying to do for months. After weeks and months of talking and experimenting, Kurt and Blaine had become comfortable with a 24/7, baby/Daddy lifestyle, sans the time when Blaine was performing.

Now only a year ago, Kurt had come home late one night from the studio after one of the models had ended up having a nickel allergy and they simply could not pick out the right accessories without Kurt's help.

Expecting to find his baby boy lounging on the couch in a diaper and watching a Daddy-approved TV show, Kurt opened the front door and entered the house. He was startled to find Blaine sitting on the arm of the futon, dressed in his old Dalton Academy Warblers uniform with his hair gelled down.

Kurt had laughed in amusement. "Blaine, baby, what are you doing?"

Blaine simply smiled and held up an all black outfit. "Put this on."

Kurt's jaw dropped. "Pavoratti's day of mourning." He murmured in surprise. "Where'd you find this?"

Blaine grinned. "I had Burt find it."

Kurt grabbed the outfit and ran to the bathroom, reappearing in the black skinny jeans and tight shirt that he had worn the day Pavoratti died and he had honored the Warbler by singing Blackbird. He returned to Blaine to see that there were candles lit all around the room.

"That was the outfit you wore when I realized I was in love with you." Blaine had said softly. He gestured to the candles. "Candles was the song we sang when I realized that I wanted to be with you for the rest if my life. Every time I see you, I feel sixteen like a sixteen year old boy in a prep school uniform again, falling in love with a fashion icon with a voice that would make Simon Cowell himself fall to his knees and kiss your feet." Blaine smiled.

"Blaine…" Kurt started to say, but Blaine held his hand up.

The ex-Warbler pulled out a small box from the pocket of his blazer and got down on one knee. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, fashionista extraordinaire, tough guy in designer boots," He smiled, making Kurt chuckle, "I want to spend my life sharing a bed with you, and arguing over who's leaving on project runway. I want to go grocery shopping with you, and help you make dinner. I want you to be my Meg Ryan. And when I'm eighty years old and shuffling around the house, I want to see you and feel sixteen all over again."

Kurt tried not to cry as Blaine said those four magical words. "Will you marry me, Kurt Hummel?"

Everybody came to the wedding: the glee club, the ex-Warblers, Will and Emma, the Hudmels, even Blaine's family. Sebastian, Dave, Finn and Cooper were Blaine's groomsmen while Rachel, Mercedes, Tina, and Quinn were Kurt's bridesmaids. This time, they made sure Quinn got there safely.

Everyone had kept in touch with the couple for a few months while they moved from their apartment to a house just outside of New York City. However, most lost touch until the Hummel-Andersons were off the grid completely.