Sebastian was sitting on the couch with Blaine, watching Nick Jr. when Dave walked in. Blaine was dressed in a night diaper and a t-shirt, sucking on a bottle full of milk.

"Hey," he greeted him, "how'd it go?" Seeing the grim look on Dave's face, he knew something was wrong.

"Put him to bed." Dave sighed. "We can't talk about this around him."

Sebastian's face fell. There was something really wrong here. As he scooped Blaine up and carried him to his bed, a million thoughts raced through his mind. What if Kurt's dead? What if he's paralyzed? Or has severe brain damage? He forced a smile for Blaine and kissed the boy's forehead goodnight before tucking him in and turning on the lullaby CD. He made sure the nightlight was glowing before turning off the light and closing the door, but keeping it open just enough that they could hear him calling.

"What happened?" Sebastian asked once he returned to the living room. He poured himself a glass of red wine and sat down on the couch, preparing himself for the worst.

"He's going to be okay." Dave's voice cracked as he said that and he quickly wiped his eyes, which were starting to well up with tears of relief.

Sebastian pretended not to notice for Dave's sake. "But?" He asked, knowing there was a catch.

Dave took a deep breath. "Mental regression, the doctor said." He rasped. "Mind of a baby, like Blaine, but this is genuine. There's no breaking out of this, ever, or at least not until his brain decides."

Sebastian felt his blood run cold. "Blaine…"

"He's coming home on Friday. He's as helpless as an actual baby." Dave replied.

"How's Blaine going to react when he sees his daddy acting like a baby?" Sebastian frowned.

"We'll just have to wait and see." Dave sighed, still struggling to get his emotions under control.

Sebastian looked up. "We're going to need things. Diapers, bottles, clothes, toys, a crib, and all that other baby stuff! Formula!"

Dave nodded. "We'll look online tomorrow and start stocking up on diapers and wipes. See if we can find a real crib, maybe the size of a twin bed."

"What do we tell Burt and the others?" Sebastian asked.

"The truth." Dave stated. "They have a right to know."

Sebastian looked over at Dave and held his arms out. "Come here."

Dave slowly walked over and sat down on the couch, letting Sebastian wrap his arms around his shoulders.

"We're going to be Daddies." Sebastian stated.

Dave let out a laugh, something he hadn't done in a while. "You can be Daddy. I'll take Papa."

Sebastian made a face. "That sounds like such an old name."

"Well we can't both be Daddy. It'd get confusing." Dave retorted.

"Fine," Sebastian smiled, "Papa it is."

The next morning, Sebastian stayed home with Blaine while Dave went out in search for a store that sold diapers in bulk. He curled up on the couch next to Blaine, who was hypnotized by the songs of Sesame Street, and surfed the Internet on his laptop. He checked ebay, craigslist, and every AB/DL store he could find. His efforts were rewarded when he came across a white, wooden crib with a side that went down for easy access. It was seven feet long with a width of about four feet. Five hundred dollars. Sold.

After that, came the easy stuff. Sebastian went through rompers and sleepers and onsies, oh my, before selecting an ideal wardrobe for baby Kurt.

"Hello?" Dave called. "Some help would be awesome!"

Sebastian got up and went to see Dave, his jaw dropping. "What the heck?" He exclaimed, mindful that Blaine was just in the next room.

Dave's entire car was packed to the walls with diapers, wipes, boxes of formula, and toys.

"Don't judge me." Dave said sheepishly. "Help me get this stuff into the house."

"Oh my God." Sebastian gaped before grabbed a few stacks of diapers and carrying them inside. He just hoped the neighbors weren't watching.

"Hey, if Blaine goes through diapers fast, think of how it's going to be when Kurt comes." Dave defended himself. "Best to be prepared."

"Alright, good job." Sebastian laughed. It took a half hour to move everything from the car to the basement. Then he showed Dave the crib. "This is what I was thinking." Sebastian said. "We'll move the master bed against the north and east wall, and then we'll put the crib against the west wall, with the rocking chair in the middle."

Dave nodded. "Looks good, and there'd still be plenty of space."

The Hummel-Anderson master bedroom was enormous. First entering, there was an area about the size of a normal master bedroom, where the changing table and bathroom was. Then, slightly elevated with a few steps leading up to it, was the bed, surrounded by big windows. All together, it was roughly four times the size of the average master bedroom.

"It cost a lot extra, but I bought it with two day shipping." Sebastian replied.

"Okay. Why don't we move the bed now and stock up the changing table? Once we get the crib, we can fit it out with the blankets and plush toys I bought." Dave suggested.

That's exactly what they did. Sitting Blaine down in his play pen to play with his blocks and watch Dora, the two men retreated upstairs to do a little remodeling.