Chapter Two

Kurt sobbed into Blaine's shoulder, neither of them worried about the drool leaking out of Kurt's mouth onto Blaine who was drenching Kurt's hair with his own tears at the same time. They sat there hanging on to each other until Blaine felt Kurt's sobs start to slow down, gradually turning into gasping hiccups. Blaine rubbed circles on Kurt's back as he eased Kurt's head up.

He laughed sadly when he saw Kurt's red, bleary eyes, his snotty nose and tear stained cheeks. He guessed that he looked exactly the same. He had cried just as much as Kurt, and felt just as gross as Kurt looked.

"Hey, why don't we finish up here and then go take a bath?" he suggested, picking up Kurt's sippy cup and handing it to him. Kurt pushed it away with a pout.

"Bottle Daddy?" he pleaded. Blaine sighed, it was always what Kurt wanted when he was upset, but it didn't really help when they would be leaving for Ohio the next day. Blaine had secretly hoped that Kurt would be able to simply 'snap out of it', once their home state was mentioned. One look at Kurt's tear stained face though, and Blaine knew he didn't stand a chance of saying no.

He pulled himself up from the floor and quickly prepared Kurt's bottle of warm milk for him. By the time he got back to the living room, Kurt was sitting up on the sofa with a forlorn look on his face.

Blaine got himself situated in the corner of the sofa and opened up his arms for Kurt. Kurt crawled across Blaine's lap and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine put the bottle into Kurt's mouth and waited until the tell tale signs started. Sure enough, a few seconds later Kurt's hands came up to hold the bottle for himself and Blaine heard Kurt sucking happily. He put his hand down to rest on Kurt's stomach, pulling his shirt up slightly in order to feel his lover's skin, idly drawing circles with his palm as Kurt kept sucking.

Blaine watched as Kurt's eyes started to droop. He gently took the bottle out of Kurt's mouth and set it beside him on the coffee table. He kissed the top of Kurt's head gently.

"I'm so sorry for putting you through all this, little one," he whispered into Kurt's slumbering head. He felt a single tear escape from his eyes and drop onto Kurt's hair.

"It's going to be hard for both of us, my darling. But I promise you that I'll be right by your side the whole time."

Blaine felt Kurt shift in his arms a little and Blaine angled his head towards Kurt's ear.

"Wake up for me precious," Blaine said a little louder than before, "let's get you into the bath before it gets too late."

Kurt's eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Blaine adoringly. He slowly flipped himself over to nestle his head in the crook of Blaine's neck and inched himself up enough to grip tightly around Blaine's shoulders.

Blaine kissed Kurt's neck softly before lifting him up for the last time for a few days. He carried a snugly Kurt into the bathroom and set him down on the closed toilet seat. He started to fill the bath before turning back to a sad looking Kurt. Blaine took both of his hands and pulled him up before embracing him tightly.

"Let's get these clothes off, huh?" Blaine said gently, pulling Kurt's shirt up and over his head. Kurt slid his pants down to the floor, he held Blaine's hands firmly as he stepped out of them. Blaine kicked them to one side before reaching down and undoing Kurt's mostly dry diaper.

He helped Kurt get into the half full tub, and knelt at the side, preparing to wash Kurt as normal.

Kurt grabbed hold of Blaine's hand tightly and looked through his eyelids at Blaine.

"Daddy too?"

Blaine smiled at Kurt, looking so sweet and innocent, "You think Daddy needs a bath?"

Kurt nodded and lifted his hand up to Blaine's face, cupping his jaw gently. Blaine couldn't help but lean in to the touch.

"Daddy cried," Kurt whispered, "Kurt cried too."

Blaine put his hand over Kurt's on his face and closed his eyes for a moment.

"I know, little one, I know," Blaine murmured and he gradually opened his eyes to look deeply into Kurt's caring innocent face. He stood up and threw his clothes off quickly.

"Shuffle up sweetie, Daddy's getting in!" Kurt laughed and wriggled forward.

Blaine leant back in the tub, and Kurt leant back on Blaine.

Blaine wrapped his arms and legs around Kurt, revelling in the feeling of being so close and intimate together. It wasn't as if they never had sex any more, but it certainly wasn't as often as it used to be. Blaine always felt as if he was somehow taking advantage of Kurt by attempting to initiate sex when Kurt was in his 'little' headspace. From time to time though, Kurt would make the first move, always showing just enough of his 'real' self to make Blaine feel comfortable.

Blaine picked up the washcloth from the side of the bath and soaped it up. He carefully washed over Kurt's chest before he pushed him to a sitting position and could wash his back, taking his time over Kurt's shoulders and down his arms. Blaine washed Kurt's hair as well as he could, being careful not to get shampoo in Kurt's eyes. He spiked Kurt's hair up into a Mohawk and pointed to the large mirror so Kurt could see his handiwork.

"Daddy's being silly!" Kurt laughed, seeing his hair sticking up in the air.

Blaine kissed his cheek softly, "He is, little one, he is," he said sadly.

Before long the bath water began to turn tepid, Blaine hauled himself out from behind Kurt and quickly wrapped a towel around his waist. He helped Kurt step out of the tub and grabbed a huge towel off the heated towel rail. He wrapped Kurt up tightly, and kissed him on the nose softly.

Kurt giggled, "Kurt's as snug as a bug in a rug!" as he tried to skip through to the bedroom, unsuccessfully.

"You sure are," laughed Blaine, "but let's try to be careful, okay? We don't want to have any nasty accidents, do we?"

Kurt shook his head and lay down on the bed. Blaine threw a pair of boxers on before turning back to Kurt. He pulled a diaper out and unwrapped Kurt, drying him as he went, and blowing tiny raspberries on his tummy that made Kurt giggle and squirm on the bed.

Blaine unfolded the diaper and tapped Kurt's hip gently. Kurt obediently lifted up to let Blaine slide the diaper underneath his ass. They had abandoned baby powder a long time ago, Kurt preferring to have a light moisturising cream gently applied each night after his bath. Blaine picked up the bottle and poured some cream into his hands. He gently massaged it into Kurt's ass and groin, lifting Kurt's hips up slightly to gain better access. He rubbed a small amount into Kurt's scrotum, and watched Kurt's dick harden with interest. Blaine felt his own doing the same thing, and took a deep breath as he arranged Kurt's cock in the right place before he quickly pulled the front of the diaper between Kurt's legs and taped it closed.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's favourite Superman pyjamas and held them up for approval, they were Kurt's 'go to' jammies when he was upset. Blaine was surprised when Kurt shook his head adamantly.

"Kurt wants to be like Daddy," he said insistently.

Blaine scratched his head in confusion for a moment before taking a look at his boxers.

"You want boxers like Daddy?" Blaine clarified. Kurt nodded enthusiastically.

Blaine happily dug Kurt's 'special' boxers out of the drawer. They were a black silk pair of boxer shorts with the words 'Daddy's boy' printed in pale blue on the butt. It was a sign that Kurt was at least trying to come out of his 'little' space. He quickly helped Kurt pull them up over the diaper, and patted his padded backside gently.

"Climb into bed now, little one, and Daddy will be there soon, okay?" Blaine placed a small kiss on his forehead before he watched Kurt crawl under the covers. Kurt reached out to the nightstand and picked up his night time pacifier and stuck it firmly in his mouth.

Blaine quickly ran around the apartment, throwing clothes, toiletries and anything else he could think of into a suitcase for the trip the next day. Then he carefully packed Kurt's baby bag, knowing full well that he would need some, if not all, of what he had packed.

He climbed in to bed and Kurt immediately snuggled into his side. Blaine noticed that the pacifier was sitting back on the nightstand. After cuddling for a minute, Blaine felt Kurt move, and looked down at the sleepy face snuggled into his shoulder.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered.

Blaine froze in shock. He hadn't heard Kurt call him that in over a year.

Blaine tried to control his reaction, not wanting to frighten Kurt.

"Uh huh," he replied trying to keep his emotions under control.

"I'm scared," Kurt mumbled into Blaine's chest. Blaine pulled Kurt closer to him.

"Oh Kurt," Blaine cried, "I'll be there with you the whole time, and we'll have your old room to escape to if it all gets too much."

Kurt gulped loudly, "What if I make a mistake? I've been little for so long. What if I mess myself? What if I say something wrong? What if..."

Blaine put his lips on Kurt to stop the panic from rising any further. A stressed Kurt would probably ensure that all of their deepest fears came to fruition.

"Just stop, Kurt," Blaine said firmly, "we'll go through everything in the morning. But I want you to remember something...NO BODY has the right to tell us that the life we lead is wrong. Our lifestyle is between US – you and me – no one else. If people find out, then they find out. We'll deal with it if it happens. Let me worry about it, you just..."

"Try to stay 'big'?" Kurt whimpered as he let felt his eyes prickle with tears yet again.

"Just on the outside, sweetie," Blaine assured him, "on the inside, I'll know you're still Daddy's boy." Blaine reached down and patted Kurt's butt as if to reinforced the word on Kurt's boxers.

"Sing to me, Daddy?" Kurt blushed as he realized his mistake. Blaine ignored it, knowing that it probably wouldn't be the last slip up in the next few days. He rocked Kurt in his arms as he sang quietly into his ear, it didn't take long before Kurt was sound asleep. Blaine lay him back down on the bed before trying to grab some sleep himself.

When Blaine woke up, Kurt was already up and going through the closet. It only took one look for Blaine to see that Kurt was already stressed out.

"What's up?" Blaine asked gently, not sure what to call Kurt until he got some kind of sign.

Kurt threw his arms up in the air in frustration, "I can't even pick an outfit for myself!" he cried. Blaine jumped up out of bed and wrapped his arms around Kurt. He kissed Kurt's neck and rocked him slightly, before pulling back and guiding him toward an outfit that Blaine had laid out on a chair the previous night.

"Oh!" Kurt sighed, "I didn't see. I'm sorry."

"It's fine Kurt," Blaine said confidently, "I told you I'd look after you, I'll try to keep everything as easy as possible, honey. You just do what you HAVE to do, and I'll do the rest. Okay?"

Kurt nodded, somewhat embarrassed by just how difficult the simplest thing were now. He picked up the bundle of clothes and relocated them onto the bed. It only took a second to see that Blaine had included a pull-up rather than a diaper. He picked it up and held it out to Blaine questioningly.

"I just thought the pull-ups would be a bit easier to hide than a diaper," Blaine explained.

Kurt nodded thoughtfully before lying down on the bed and giving the pull-up to Blaine.

"Can we keep change time?" Kurt blushed at his desire to cling on to something so much, but they both knew that going without any protection at all was not an option on such short notice. He would have to completely retrain himself if he wanted to be dry during the day, and they simply didn't have time for that.

"Of course we can," Blaine nodded, "we'll just have to be careful during the day. You need to tell me if you're wet. The pull-ups don't hold as much, so..."

"I'll tell Daddy when I'm wet," Kurt put his hand over his mouth suddenly.

"Sorry!" Kurt started to tear up again, "It's just been so long."

"I know," cooed Blaine, taking him in his arms once again, "But remember what I said last night – this is about US, not them. Yes?"

Kurt sighed, nodding his agreement. Blaine kissed him gently on the lips before changing Kurt out of his wet diaper and into the fresh pull-up.

Kurt got dressed, with a little help from Blaine, into a loose pair of jeans and button up shirt. There was no way he would be considered 'fashionable', but at that moment he didn't care. They ate a quick breakfast together before settling down on the sofa to wait for the cab to arrive to take them to the airport. Kurt took the opportunity to sit on Blaine's lap for the last time in a few days. He sucked on his thumb gently until it was time to leave. Blaine sang softly into his ear, and for a brief moment, everything was right in their world again.

As they walked through the airport, Blaine kept a tight hold of Kurt's hand, only letting go in order to pass security. Kurt put his head on Blaine's shoulder while they waited in the departure lounge. An elderly couple looked on in disgust and Blaine sighed, remembering they were returning to their childhood home, the town that treated them both so badly growing up. Blaine knew that this trip would be no different, and although they were older, they were also different in ways that most people would never understand.

Just as the announcement came over to tell them to board the plane, Kurt leaned over to Blaine.

"I'm yucky," he said quietly.

Blaine groaned in disbelief, "we don't have time right now, honey. The flight isn't long though, do you think it can wait til we get there?"

Kurt shrugged and bit on his lower lip. Blaine sighed, if their previous experience with pull-ups were anything to go by, the answer was no. Once Kurt had wet them, they probably had about an hour, if they were lucky maybe two, until they started to leak. The flight was two hours long.

They boarded the plane, and Blaine was happy to see they had the row to themselves. He fastened Kurt's seat belt and then his own. Kurt gripped Blaine's hand tightly as the plane finally lifted off the ground.

After about twenty minutes Kurt began to look decidedly uncomfortable, he squirmed in his seat continuously, occasionally touching his groin and biting his lip. Blaine kept a close eye on him, knowing only too well what was going on.

"Kurt?" he said quietly, "are you alright?"

Kurt shook his head furiously, "I'm yucky!" he replied, looking at Blaine with his big, pleading eyes.

Blaine pulled the leather diaper bag out from under the seat, earning him a huge smile from Kurt.

"Now Kurt," Blaine said seriously, "there's not enough room in there for both of us, so you're going to have to do this on your own. Is that okay?"

Kurt nodded his head very slowly, making sure he listened carefully.

Blaine pulled out a fresh pull-up and handed it to Kurt.

"Just tuck that under your shirt while you're on your way to the bathroom," he waited while Kurt tucked it away carefully, "put the old one in the trash, make sure you wash your hands carefully and then come straight back, alright?" Kurt nodded once more and hurried off to the bathroom.

Blaine's eyes never left the door as he waited for Kurt to appear. He kept checking his watch, hoping that Kurt was fine. After fifteen minutes Blaine began to become concerned. After twenty minutes, he started to silently panic. After thirty minutes, he decided he'd have to ask the crew to let him into the bathroom. Just as he got out of his seat, Kurt emerged. Slightly red in the face, but with a massive grin, he almost skipped down the aisle back to Blaine, and plopped himself into his seat on.

"I was worried about you," Blaine said softly, putting one hand on Kurt's knee.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Kurt laughed, "I had a problem," he said lowering his voice to avoid any one overhearing.

"I gathered that," chuckled Blaine, "but everything's alright now?"

Kurt nodded and giggled, "you were right though," he said, "you wouldn't fit in there – it's tiny!"

Blaine laughed, "you want to tell me what happened?"

Kurt nodded excitedly, "I pulled everything down, but I forgot to take off my shoes. Then the plane went over a bump in the sky, and I got all tangled up in my pants, so I sat down to take my shoes off. But my head hitted the door and I wanted to cry. But I remembered that I had to be a big boy for Daddy."

Blaine laughed as he watched Kurt bounce in his seat, clearly so excited by the adventure that he'd reverted back to his 'normal' self. Blaine smiled encouragingly and let Kurt continue.

"shoes off, the pants, the pull-up," Kurt counted them off on his hand, "then Kurt had to do messies, so I done it in the potty, but know what Daddy?" Blaine shook his head laughing at Kurt's enthusiasm.

"Kurt did pee too!" Kurt's voice got louder and Blaine rubbed his hand over his eyes as he laughed along with Kurt, who was simply too excited and being too adorable for Blaine to quiet him down. Kurt clapped his hands happily.

"Poo AND pee in the potty, Daddy! I told you Kurt could be a big boy!"

Blaine placed a chaste kiss on Kurt's cheek, "I'm so proud of you, little one," he said quietly, "I knew you could do it."

Kurt was so excited by his success in the bathroom, he continued to bounce around happily telling Blaine about trying to get his clothes back on and shoes done up. Kurt's loud, happy voice had attracted attention from those around them on the plane. A business man in front of them turned and glared at them in disgust. Kurt face dropped, and he threw himself into Blaine's arms, hiding his face from the world. Blaine held him close, poked his tongue out at the stranger before flipping him the bird. Perhaps not the most mature response, but Blaine didn't give a damn, and the man quickly turned back in seat tut-tutting to his wife.

Kurt was weeping into Blaine's neck by this stage, and Blaine began to whisper into his ear, trying to calm him down as much as possible. Finally, he took Kurt's face in his two hands and lifted his head up to meet Blaine's eyes. Kurt mouthed a silent, tear-filled 'sorry' to him, and Blaine could do nothing other than kiss his lips chastely.

Blaine kept hold of Kurt's face in his hands, "Do you trust me Kurt?" he whispered.

"With my life," replied Kurt hoarsely.

"We can do this," Blaine said exuding a confidence he didn't feel, "you and me. Together. The way it's been since the day we met, and the way it's going to be for the rest of our lives."

Kurt took a deep breath, and nodded slowly. Blaine leaned in and rested their foreheads together.

"I love you, Kurt," he sighed against Kurt's lips, "I love everything about you. And remember what we said in the beginning? In every real man there is a child hidden that wants to play*, there's nothing wrong with us. There's nothing wrong with you, and there's nothing wrong with our love. Whatever shape it takes."

Kurt gulped down the lump in his throat, and put his lips close to Blaine's, as close as they could be without actually touching, "I love you so much, Blaine," Kurt said before moving forward and touching their lips together softly.

They were interrupted by the 'ding' of the seat belt sign coming back on. Blaine pulled a tissue out of his pocket and wiped Kurt's face off as best as he could. They held hands tightly as the plane began its descent.

They walked hand in hand through the arrival gate. Before they even had a chance to look around, Rachel jumped into Kurt, throwing her arms around him tightly, forcing Kurt to let go of Blaine.

"Oh my God," Rachel started, "I can not believe how long it's been since we saw you!" Rachel tucked her arm through Kurt's and started to drag him away, she shot Blaine a quick look over her shoulder.

"You too, Blaine," she smiled a little too largely, making Blaine more than a tad nervous.

"Hey man," Finn said, holding his hand out for Blaine to shake, "don't worry about her...she's just missed Kurt, you know? We all have."

"I know you have," Blaine answered honestly, "and I'm sorry we haven't made it out here more often, it's just... time gets away from you sometimes."

"I get it," Finn said, patting Blaine on the back, "you might have trouble convincing Burt though." He laughed and slapped Blaine's back again, as they made their way over to the baggage claim area, where Rachel had already dragged Kurt.

"I can't wait to see all the incredible clothes you've bought, Kurt," Rachel rubbed her hands together, "I bet Blaine had to repack and leave out half the things you had packed for the trip." Kurt looked over at Blaine, who offered him a half smile, as Rachel kept up her trademark speed, "I must say though, Kurt – I was expecting to pick you up in some FABULOUS outfit."

"We wanted to be comfortable for the trip," rescued Blaine, "and really Rachel, this is Ohio – not New York. There's no need to waste Kurt's high end fashions here."

"It never bothered you in high school," Rachel said, screwing her nose up in confusion at Kurt.

"Things change, Rachel," Kurt mumbled.

"I know," Rachel nodded sagely, "can you believe just how OLD we all are now?"

Kurt looked at Blaine and giggled, making his way around Rachel to take Blaine's hand again.

Blaine pointed their suitcase out to Finn, who quickly grabbed it off the carousel.

"One bag?" Rachel shrieked, "Kurt! You only bought one bag? I thought you were here for the whole weekend!"

Kurt just shrugged, and squeezed Blaine's hand tighter.

"Rachel, it's three days," reasoned Blaine, "not a month. We don't need much for three days."

Rachel pouted unhappily, "Fine!" she huffed, "we'll grab your other bag and then we'll be off."

"We've only got one bag," said Blaine, and he started to walk away with Kurt, Finn right on their heels.

Rachel stood frozen to the spot, until she realised that she'd been unceremoniously dismissed and left behind. She ran as fast as her short legs could carry her until she caught up with them just outside the exit.

They piled into the car, Kurt and Blaine shared the back seat. Kurt picked up a book from the floor of the car and handed it to Blaine, who raised an eyebrow and smiled. Rachel looked over her shoulder and sighed.

"I told Bryce to take his things out of the car," she moaned, and held her hand out to Kurt for the book, "you guys have NO idea what it's like trying to raise a child." Kurt hummed in mock sympathy, as he stole a sideways glance at Blaine.

Bryce was four years old and born in New York. Kurt and Blaine hadn't seen him since Finn and Rachel had decided to return to Ohio to raise him. He was named after the Barbra Streisand character in 'Funny Girl', and Kurt used to always joke that they were lucky they didn't have a girl. 'Fanny Hudson' wasn't a name you'd wish upon anyone!

They pulled up to Kurt's childhood home, and grabbed the suitcase from the trunk of the car. Rachel bounded up the path to the front door, and threw it open.

"They're here!" she announced loudly, ushering Kurt and Blaine through the door.

Finn put their suitcase at the bottom of the stairs, together with Blaine's leather messenger bag.

Carole and Burt came rushing out of the kitchen, hugging each of the men in turn. Blaine noticed Burt wipe a tear from the corner of his eye.

"I've missed you kid," Burt said huskily to Kurt, before putting his arms around both of their shoulders, "I've missed both of you."

"We've missed you too Burt," Blaine said, because they honestly had, "I'm sorry we haven't been back to visit as often as we should have."

Carole quickly intervened, knowing it was a sore spot for Burt.

"Enough of that!" she quickly said, "I've got lunch ready, so why don't we all sit down to a nice meal and catch up?"

They all made their way into the dining room, where Bryce was already seated. Kurt slowly sat down in the chair beside the boy, and looked at him shyly.

"Say hello to Uncle Kurt and Uncle Blaine, Bryce," Finn said, nudging the small boy's shoulder as he took the seat on the other side.

"Hello," Bryce said, eyeing the two men warily before turning back to the plate Carole had just put in front of him. He let out a loud groan.

"Daddy?" he said in a loud whisper, looking at Finn and pointing to the broccoli on his plate, "do I have to eat the trees? You know I don't like them."

"Just eat them Bryce," Finn ordered, "and try to be nice. Grandma spent a lot of time making this for us."

Bryce rolled his eyes as if he'd heard it all a thousand times before.

"I don't like eating the trees either," said Kurt softly. Bryce narrowed his eyes at Kurt in confusion, but said nothing. Instead he picked up his cup of lemonade and slurped it loudly through a straw, he finished the entire thing in one long go, his eyes on Kurt the whole time.

Kurt giggled, picked up his own drink, and did the same thing.

Bryce let out a huge burp and looked at Kurt challengingly. Kurt matched it.

Both Rachel and Blaine put their heads in their hands in dismay, while Finn, Burt and Carole sat stock still in disbelief.

"Kurt!" Rachel finally shrieked, "he really doesn't need any encouragement! He's got Finn for a father, remember!"

"Hey!" retorted Finn.

"Sorry," said Kurt quietly. Blaine reached over and gave his hand a quick squeeze.

Bryce leaned in toward Kurt, "I like you," he whispered, "you're funny!"

"So are you!" said Kurt conspiratorially.