Chapter Eight
Blaine sat behind the garden shed and looked up at Kurt's window. He felt like he should scale the wall to get to his beloved locked away by his evil father! Instead, he just watched and waited. He thought he saw a shadow of movement, but was distracted by Finn leaving the house.
He saw another flash coming from the window. He wondered if Kurt was alone in his room. If he was, now might be just the opportunity to try to contact him and let Kurt know he was fine.
He dug around in his pockets, searching frantically for his phone. He slapped his head as he tried to remember the last time he used it. Suddenly, he remembered ringing Carole from Puck's car. He jumped back over the Hudmel's fence and started jogging toward Puck's house.
Blaine rang the doorbell of Puck's modest home, and waited.
The door was answered by a well over six foot tall, gorgeous leggy brunette, her hair falling well past her hips. She stood there in what was obviously Puck's t-shirt, although it was a touch too small for her, and a pair of Daisy Dukes. She didn't say a word, just raised an eyebrow at Blaine's ragged appearance.
"Oh," said Blaine, slightly surprised by the stature of the woman, "umm, I'm looking for Puck."
The woman smirked and looked Blaine up and down before turning her head, "Puckerman!" she shouted in a very deep, baritone voice, "we got company!" Blaine tried not to look startled.
She turned back to Blaine and eyed him off again, "gotta say sweetheart, didn't think you'd be his type!"
Blaine coughed in embarrassment and blushed deeply.
Puck joined them in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of tight white boxers. Blaine stifled a giggle.
"Blaine!" said Puck in astonishment, "dude! Umm, hi...this is Cindy, Cindy...Blaine."
"Pleased to meet you," Blaine smiled, holding out his hand.
Cindy looked at the outstretched hand in amusement. Puck wrapped an arm around her waist possessively, "It's fine, Cindy. He's one of the guys from New York I was telling you about."
Cindy finally took Blaine's hand and shook it lightly with her huge hand.
"Why don't you go back inside," Puck said gently, "I'll be right with you."
Cindy eyed Blaine up and down for the third time, before grabbing Puck's face and kissing him passionately. Blaine turned away as Cindy very obviously stuck her tongue down Puck's throat, and grabbed his ass at the same time. Puck finally pulled away, laughing a little uncomfortably.
As Cindy turned to walk away, she turned to Blaine and winked, "you're welcome to stay and join us, if you want."
"umm...thanks for the offer," Blaine laughed, "but like you said, I'm not his type." Cindy shrugged and made her way back to the bedroom.
Blaine looked at a slightly embarrassed Puck, and smiled, "she's very..."
Puck shrugged, "I told you before, I don't care about labels."
"I was going to say, she's very beautiful," Blaine explained.
"For a guy, you mean," said Puck. Blaine shook his head.
"You said it yourself last night, Puck," Blaine chuckled, "no judgement here. And I hardly think I have the right, do you?"
Puck nodded, "Where the fuck have you been, man?" he asked.
"Burt kicked me out," Blaine replied sadly, "he said I'm not to go near Kurt again or he'll call the police."
Puck shook his head, "that's so yesterday," he tried to explain, "everyone has been looking for you. From what I can guess, Kurt's told Burt what it was all about. They've rung here at least a dozen times to see if you'd come back here."
Blaine hung his head, "No, it's over Puck," he said not willing to let himself believe otherwise, "I don't know what to do. I was going to ring Kurt, but I think I left my phone in your car," Blaine started to sob, "I need him, Puck...but I'm not going to fight his father...he'll end up in hospital...and then that will be my fault too." Blaine took a deep breath, "everyone is better off without me around."
"Shut the fuck up, Anderson," Puck said harshly, "that's complete bullshit and you know it. You and Porcelain belong together like...well...like Hummel and Anderson go together."
Blaine shook his head, "I just want to make sure that Kurt's alright and then I'll leave him alone," Blaine insisted. The last twenty-four hours had exhausted him both physically and emotionally and left him unable to fight anymore.
"Fuck!" mumbled Puck under his breath, "Look, go and get your phone from the car, I'll put some clothes on, and then we'll talk...okay?"
Blaine shook his head, "there's nothing left to talk about Puck, I'll just get my phone and be out of your hair." Blaine turned and walked down the driveway to the car. Puck clicked the button to unlock it for Blaine before rushing for his phone. He quickly rang Carole and told her that she'd better hurry if they really wanted Kurt to see Blaine again.
He threw on some clothes and raced back out to his car, Blaine had just retrieved his phone.
Puck kept him talking, asking about jobs and apartments in New York, and anything else he could think of to try and keep Blaine's head off Kurt and the thought of vanishing once more.
Carole pulled into Puck's driveway for the second time in twenty four hours. Blaine looked up, startled.
Puck simply smiled, "Trust me, dude?"
Blaine walked over to Carole sheepishly. She held out her arms and Blaine fell into them, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Hey, hey, hey," she cooed into his ear, "someone's at home waiting for you."
Blaine pulled back and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
"But Burt..." he started.
"Don't worry about Burt," she said comfortingly, "who's more important to you? Kurt or Burt?"
Blaine knew he didn't even have to answer that question.
"Kurt's talked to his father," Carole explained, "he's done his best to try to explain."
Blaine nodded, "how is he?" he whispered.
"Lost," Carole admitted, "scared...but he's doing the best he can...without you."
Blaine gulped, "Are you sure Burt won't..."
"I'm sure, Blaine," she held out her hand for him, "shall we go see your little man?"
Blaine nodded and allowed Carole to lead him to the car.
"So, Carole, how come you didn't bring Kurt with you?" Blaine asked curiously.
Carole sighed, "there was an...incident."
Blaine gasped, "is he alright?" he asked, starting to panic.
"He's fine..." Carole tried to reassure him, "he just had a bit of an argument with Burt."
Blaine shook his head, "what happened?'
"He refused to eat lunch," Carole said sighing, "threw a bit of a tantrum, and Burt sent him to his room."
"Oh God!" exclaimed Blaine, rubbing his hand over his eyes.
"Wrong thing to do?" Carole asked.
"Yeah," Blaine huffed in annoyance, "we don't do that...Jeez, he hasn't had a meltdown since last Christmas." Carole gave him a sympathetic smile.
"So what do you do with him?" she asked, genuinely interested.
"Corner time," Blaine explained, "if you send him to his room, he just ends up feeling abandoned. He feels as if he's so horrible and so disgusting that you don't want to even look at him."
Carole sighed as they pulled back into the Hudmel house.
"You go straight up, sweetheart," she said, "I'll deal with Burt."
Blaine nodded and went to get out of the car.
"Oh, and Blaine?" Carole said chuckling a little, "take all the time you want. You won't be disturbed this time!"
"We weren't..." he started, before deciding it wasn't worth it.
Blaine flung open the car door. He raced through the front door and straight up the stairs. He stopped once he'd reached Kurt's door and listened carefully, trying to discover what lay in store for him. On hearing nothing, he quietly opened the door.
Kurt was still curled up tightly facing the corner. He heard the door open and refused to even turn around. He was certain that it was either his father or Carole.
"Go away!" he said, pouting into the wall.
"Are you sure?" Blaine whispered.
Kurt snapped his head around, "Blaine!" he shouted and jumped up as quickly as he could. He spat the pacifier out and jumped into Blaine's arms, wrapping his legs tightly around Blaine's waist.
Blaine staggered a little under the extra weight, but clung on for dear life, and caught Kurt's lips with his own.
"I'm sorry," Kurt mumbled against Blaine's lips, "I'm so sorry."
"Shhh," Blaine whispered.
Blaine lowered them both onto the freshly made bed, his lips never leaving Kurt. They moved from Kurt's lips across to his jaw, tasting Kurt's salty tears mixed in with his own. Kurt pulled back first and they lay in silence for a moment, facing each other on the bed. Blaine watched as more tears tumbled from Kurt's eyes.
"I'm sorry," he sobbed, "it was truth and dare. They all kept saying I had to tell the truth. My head wasn't working properly. I'm sorry. Then everyone started shouting. I tried to tell them. I'm sorry. Then my Dad came, and he wouldn't listen. I'm sorry...I was sick. We couldn't find you. Kurt was scared."
Blaine cupped Kurt's tearful face in his palm and tried to hush his husband gently. When that didn't stop Kurt's tearful rambling, Blaine leaned down and picked up the pacifier from the floor. He popped in into Kurt's mouth before pulling him close. Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder and gradually allowed himself to relax.
"Everything's going to be fine now, little one," Blaine cooed into Kurt's hair, "I'm here with you again. We're together and we're both fine." Blaine finally heard Kurt take one last shuddering sob.
After a few moments, Kurt looked up at Blaine with his damp, tear-stained face.
"Daddy?" he said softly, eliciting a soft smile from Blaine. Kurt put his hand on Blaine's stubbly chin, and ran his thumb over his lips.
"Daddy's smelly," Kurt smiled, "and he's got prickles on his face." Blaine caught Kurt's fingers in his mouth and pretended to nibble on them gently.
"I know, honey," Blaine sighed. He pulled himself up from the bed, moving Kurt aside gently.
"You think Daddy needs a shower?" he asked playfully.
Kurt nodded quickly.
"Do you think Kurt needs one too?" Blaine winked, hoping for an affirmative answer.
"Kurt's yucky," Kurt grinned cheekily.
Blaine planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
"How about we both get cleaned up then?" Blaine suggested, holding his hand out for Kurt.
They walked into the bathroom, and Blaine set about pulling his t-shirt of Kurt. He then removed his sweatpants. Blaine chuckled.
"Someone likes Daddy's clothes, huh?" Kurt nodded, and blushed. Blaine kissed his cheek before untaping the sodden diaper.
"Woah," laughed Blaine, "that's a heavy one!" Blaine pretended to need both his hands and all his muscles to put the diaper in the bin. Kurt giggled happily before turning to Blaine and starting to unbutton his shirt. He slid the article off Blaine's shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He started to undo Blaine's belt buckle before Blaine put his hand out, stopping him.
"What are you doing?" Blaine asked quietly, searching Kurt's face, not wanting to misinterpret the signals. They never did anything in Daddy/Baby mode.
"It's Kurt's turn to take care of Daddy," Kurt said simply. Blaine pushed his hand gently away.
They stared deeply into each other's eyes.
"Please?" Kurt whimpered, "please, Blaine – let me do this."
That was all Blaine needed to know. He was now dealing with Kurt and not 'little one'. He let Kurt remove the remainder of his clothes before he turned on the shower.
Kurt and Blaine stepped in together, as a married couple.
Once they were both clean and sated, and Blaine was cleanly shaven once more, Blaine took Kurt's hand again and led him back to the bedroom. Blaine threw on a pair of boxers and Kurt lay down on his back on the bed, naked, and put the pacifier back into his mouth. Blaine laughed at the contrast to just a few moments earlier, and shook his head.
He pulled a pull-up out for Kurt. Kurt looked at it in disgust, "No!" he said shaking his head violently.
Blaine gazed at him in confusion, "what?" he held the item up again, "this?" Kurt nodded.
"Well, what are you going to wear then?" Blaine asked, amused by Kurt's intense reaction.
Kurt gulped, "diaper," he stated firmly. Blaine raised an eyebrow, before realising that everyone in the house knew what was going on anyway. Kurt may as well be comfortable now.
"Diaper it is, then," Blaine said, returning the pull-up to the bag and pulling out one of Kurt's normal diapers. He made sure that he moisturised Kurt thoroughly before he encased his groin snugly in the diaper.
"Better?" Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded happily as he pulled on Blaine's hand to drag him onto the bed again.
Blaine leant against the headboard, and Kurt snuggled against Blaine's bare chest. He closed his eyes, and revelled in the feeling of having Blaine back with him again. He inhaled deeply as he felt Blaine pass his fingers softly through his hair. Blaine gently massaged Kurt's scalp with his hand as he felt complete again.
"Just sleep now, little one," Blaine whispered.
Kurt turned his head and looked up at Blaine with huge, big Bambi eyes, they both knew that Blaine couldn't resist that look if he tried, "bottle, Daddy?"
Blaine hauled himself off the bed and threw on a shirt, "bottle, then sleep," he said firmly. Kurt smiled and nodded, grabbing hold of his bunny and tucking it under his chin.