The bedroom was a super-sized nursery; complete with a changing table, a rocking chair, and a king sized bed with half surrounded by guardrails, made to look like a crib. Pictures that looked drawn by toddlers were taped to the wall and a pacifier sat on the bedside table.
"What is this?" Dave asked, looking around the colorful bedroom.
"Well, I do have a vast knowledge of kinks. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that Kurt's got himself a baby." Sebastian said, holding up a framed picture that Kurt had taken himself of him and Blaine in the rocking chair, Blaine fast asleep with a binky in his mouth.
Sebastian chuckled to himself.
"What?" Dave asked.
"It's nothing, I just- I always figured that Kurt was the sub." Sebastian smiled.
Dave shrugged, "Kurt's pretty tough. He loves control."
There was a moment of silence. "So…who's changing Blaine?" Dave asked.
Sebastian hesitated. "I will." He sighed.
Dave nodded and left to bring Blaine in from the bathtub.
Sebastian looked over the changing table until he found baby powder, wipes, latex gloves, rash cream, and adult-sized diapers with baby Sesame Street characters on them.
"Ready?" Dave asked.
Sebastian tugged the latex gloves in and nodded.
Dave carefully laid Blaine down on the table and pushed the hem of his shirt up.
"Okay, when I untape it, I need you to hold his legs up." Sebastian instructed. Taking a deep breath and counting to three, Sebastian untaped the sagging, soaked diaper. The smell was absolutely fetid. The scent and the sight almost made both men gag and Sebastian quickly got to work wiping up the mess from Blaine's bottom, groin, inner thighs and even his back. "You better appreciate this." Sebastian muttered.
Blaine didn't reply, sucking on his thumb.
"Okay, separate his legs." Sebastian said, putting a dab of butt paste on his finger.
Blaine started to whine, his face turning red in discomfort as the rash on his bottom started to sting.
"Keep him still." Sebastian said as Blaine cried and wiggled around.
"Blaine! Hold still!" Dave ordered.
Sebastian sighed as he rubbing the white cream into the rash as gently as he could. "You don't know a lot about infantilism, do you?"
"And you do?" Dave huffed.
"Met a guy once who was into that sorta thing. Didn't like it." Sebastian shrugged.
Dave snorted at the thought of Sebastian in a diaper.
"What I meant," Sebastian blushed, "is that this obviously isn't just roleplay. There's too much invested into it. This is a lifestyle. This is the reason we haven't heard from them." Sebastian said.
Dave raised Blaine's bottom up off of the mat so that Sebastian could slide a new diaper under Blaine, putting a little powder on his groin before taping it up. He tugged Blaine's shirt off and pointed to the dresser. "There are probably onsies in there. Go get one." Sebastian told Dave.
Once Blaine was snapped into a blue onsie, Dave set him down in the playpen he had seen in the living room.
"Does Blaine have a schedule? I mean, what do you do with an adult baby?" Dave asked.
"I don't think Kurt would have a schedule up anywhere. He'd have it memorized. But Blaine hasn't eaten in a while. Why don't you give him a bottle?" Sebastian suggested. "I've got to make a few calls."
Dave nodded and scooped the man up before settling down in a large recliner with him and sticking one of the prefilled bottles he had found in the man's mouth.
