Friday morning, eight twenty-one. Dave paced in the waiting room while the nurses prepared Kurt to leave. He had been there for fifteen minutes or so and could not get himself to sit down or relax. He was actually taking Kurt home. Kurt, who could be dead right now.
But he's not.
Eight twenty-three. A nurse comes out. David looked up eagerly, only to be disappointed. Kurt's not with her. They agreed once more that Sebastian would stay home with Blaine, who was still blissfully unaware of the circumstances.
Eight twenty-four. Two nurses, a wheelchair. Somebody in the wheelchair. Dressed in pajamas. He's restrained. Dave looks up to see Kurt, looking around at everything curiously. They've restrained him in order to keep him from trying to get out. His hair is mussed up, but newly washed, and his face his a clean slate of innocence and naivety.
"K-Kurt?" Dave asked, though it wasn't really a question. He knew it was Kurt.
Kurt looked around, acting as though he didn't even hear Dave.
"Have you signed the release papers?" A nurse with her dark hair tied back in a ponytail asked.
Dave nodded quickly and his hands shook slightly as he took hold of the wheelchair. The nurse followed him out of the waiting room and to the lobby. She stayed with Kurt while Dave pulled the car around and opened the back seat, where a large, adult-sized car seat sat, waiting for Kurt.
Dave delicately lifted Kurt, as if he was a small, fragile kitten and set him in the back seat, buckling him up in the car seat. He and Sebastian had gone over the instructions a few times so that there would be no issue with it when Kurt came home, (like there always is).
Dave wasn't sure what he was expecting. Maybe a silent, Kurt, void of thoughts, or something, but definitely not this.
"Ahhhhheeeeeeeaahhhoooooo!" Kurt squealed from the back seat.
"Yea, Kurt? What is it?" Dave asked.
"Bah!" Came the reply. "Ghhaaaooooeeeee!"
This went on for the entire ride home.
Sebastian was unable to sit still all morning. He vacuumed and did dishes and flipped through channels, much to Blaine's frustration. He organized papers and unorganized files, and then reorganized them. He played solitaire and angry birds on his phone until there was nothing left for him to do but connect his phone to the charger and wait.
Finally, finally, he heard the revving of Dave's car in the driveway and he opened the door. It was cold, but he didn't care as he stood with the door gaping, dressed only in his pajamas. His heart beat as he watched Dave open the back door of the car and lift something out. He almost started to cry when Dave walked around the car to reveal a rather disoriented Kurt.
All of the ruckuses in the doorway made Blaine look up. What were they carrying on about and why wasn't he involved? He slid down from the couch and crawled over to the hall, past the couch and around the corner where he came face to face with Kurt.
Dave and Sebastian froze. They looked at each other, but neither of them knew what to do.
Blaine looked at Kurt in amazement and his face lit up. "Daddy!" He cried out, scrambling into Kurt's lap. He closed his eyes and snuggled his face into the other man's chest, only to be deposited onto the floor.
"Kurt? Do you know who that is?" Sebastian asked softly.
Blaine looked over at the brunette, confused and somewhat alarmed.
Kurt glanced at Blaine and turned to Sebastian. "Baaaaahhhheeeeeeenaaa."
Sebastian frowned. "That sounded like Blaine to meā¦sort of."
"He called me Daaaaaaaaaay." Dave shrugged.
"Daddy!" Blaine cried out, crawling right up to Kurt. "Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy!"
Kurt simply whined and pushed him away with what little coordination he possessed.
Sebastian quickly scooped up Blaine and carried him to the couch. "Blainey-boo, you need to listen to me. Kurt isn't Daddy right now. He's a baby, just like you. Now, your Daddy has been taking care of you for a long, long, time. Don't you think it's fair that you help take care of him now?"
Blaine started to cry, but nodded in understanding. Sebastian sighed and pulled the boy close, letting him cower into him.
Meanwhile, Dave carried Kurt upstairs to change him into some more comfortable and befitting clothes.
