Saturday

The next morning Kurt woke to a quiet house. He was hungry, and wanted breakfast. He went to the kitchen, hoping to find something good before Finn woke up and started eating everything in sight.

When Kurt walked in, he found that he was too late. Finn was already there, with various food items strung from one end of the counter to the other, making something that looked like it might have been a sandwich at one point. Now it looked like the fridge threw up on a couple of Kaiser rolls. Kurt cleared his throat and Finn turned around.

"Where are our parents?" If Finn was fending for himself, odds were good that they were nowhere close.

"Dayton." He answered, slathering a roll disgustingly thick with mayo. Kurt fights the urge to gag. He didn't know how anyone could eat the stuff. "You know Mr. Warner's old Ford Escort at the shop? Burt finally found that part he needs to fix it. Mom went to keep an eye on him and they won't be back until late night."

"Oh. Alright." Kurt turned to leave. He didn't want to get between Finn and food, and he needed the bathroom.

"I know where you're going, and I'll tell you right now that it's locked."

Kurt turned around. "What's locked?"

"The bathroom."

Kurt didn't understand. They were the only ones home. Why would it be locked?

"Why?"

"I locked it," he answered, like it was obvious.

"Why did you lock the bathroom, Finn? Where's the key? I need it." He was starting to get irritated.

"I hid the key."

Kurt was convinced Finn was just doing this to fuck with him, and he was not amused. "Well go find it. I need to get in there."

"No."

Wait, what? Kurt just stared at him, confused.

"I said no," he repeated.

"I heard you the first time. I'm just trying to figure out what you're playing at here."

Finn grinned. Kurt was starting to get nervous. He was completely at Finn's mercy, given how much bigger he was than Kurt, and if he didn't want to give up the key, there's nothing Kurt could really do about it.

"I know what you've been doing to yourself at that school. You said you don't get a bathroom break. Whatever, that's fine. Or it would be, if you were, like, Superman or something. But dude, you had an accident the other day because of it, and almost had another one yesterday. And I noticed how often you were going last night. You almost wore a hole in the carpet going back and forth." Finn took a deep breath and continued.

"You're my brother now, and I'm going to help you," Finn explained. "So today, while our parents are gone, you can't use the toilet. It's pretty simple really. You need to get over yourself and just wear the diapers. You keep putting yourself at risk for, like, infections and stuff holding it in like you do. Plus, I know it has to hurt like hell. Seriously, think about it for a minute. What if you had wet yourself at school? In front of someone? Or in front of Blaine? Do you really think you would be able to ever live that down?"

That was a low blow, pulling him into the picture. Finn knew Kurt was in love with Blaine, and was trying to win his heart. It didn't stop Finn from being right though, because the thought of wetting himself in front of Blaine (or anyone else) was pretty much suicide-inducing, but he don't want to wear a diaper. He was almost eighteen. Adult, not an infant. He wasn't interested in Finn's game. Trying to help him or not, it was just too weird.

"Give me the key Finn. Now," Kurt demanded.

"Not gonna happen. You have two choices here if you have to pee so bad. Put a diaper on, and actually use it, or you can wet yourself again. And if I were you, I would make my mind up fast, before your body chooses for you. Clock's ticking, dude." Suddenly, Kurt felt like he was in a horror movie.

"Give me the fucking key, Finn. This is twisted." He was getting angry, but was trying to keep himself calm. Yelling at Finn didn't usually get you what you want. He pretty much just shut down.

"They aren't that big of a deal, really. Quinn had to wear them while she was pregnant because the baby kept kicking her bladder and making her wet herself. I've even worn them once or twice when we've had to go on an away game. The team bus doesn't exactly have a bathroom, and getting them to stop is like trying to get Coach Sylvester to be nice to people. And I don't like using an empty Gatorade bottle like everyone else does. It kind of freaks me out, having everyone there to watch."

"No, Finn." And also, gross. Way too much information about Quinn. Kurt didn't want to know how he discovered that little tidbit of knowledge. Also, he would never look at Gatorade the same way again.

"If you put the diaper on, I'll buy you that studded belt you wanted from that weird goth store you and Tina both like." He grinned at Kurt like the Cheshire cat from 'Alice in Wonderland.'

Kurt was impressed by his tactics. Fashion as a weapon. Finn knew how much Kurt wanted that belt.

'Wait, I'm not considering his offer, am I?' Kurt thought. 'Oh my god. I am. I actually am. If I put one of those diapers on, he'll buy me the belt. He didn't say I actually had to use the damned thing.'

"Fine." Anything for fashion.

Kurt trudged upstairs, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of his head calling him a clothing whore, and put on one of the diapers. It wasn't hard to figure out which way it went and how to do up the tabs. Kurt pulled his sweats back on over it and looked in the mirror. They were loose enough that the diaper didn't show. It wasn't as awkward as he thought it would be, and it was soft and snug in all the right places. Kurt would even go so far as to call it comfortable.

He had no intentions of actually pissing himself in it.