When Kurt woke up, he found himself sucking on a bottle that Finn was holding up, the taste of chocolate milk on his tongue. Kurt panicked. He jumped up, moving away from Finn and off the bed, knocking the bottle to the floor as he moved.

"What do you think you're you doing?" Kurt yelled at him, more in shock than in anger. "I thought we covered this already! I'm not a baby! What is...what the hell is wrong with you?" Finn wouldn't look at Kurt. He just stared at the bottle, where it was dripping and staining the carpet. He didn't say anything.

They stayed there in silence for a few minutes before Kurt spoke.

"Finn, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I know you're just trying to be nice to me. But why a baby bottle? And chocolate milk, of all things? When do you ever see me drink that?"

Finn kept his head down as he answered his brother. "You slept through lunch. I didn't want to wake you up, because you looked way too comfortable all snuggled up on my pillow sucking your thumb. You've lost weight since you started at Dalton, and if I can see it, it has to be quite a bit, so I know you aren't eating as much as you should be. I don't want you getting sick or something. I figured if you suck you thumb in your sleep, you'd probably suck a bottle too. And it's not chocolate milk, it's that Ensure stuff my mom drinks before work. It's got a bunch of vitamins in it and stuff, so it's good for you. And the bottle's never been used before, so it's clean."

Kurt picked up the bottle and sat down next to Finn on the bed. "I'm sorry I freaked. This is all just kind of strange to me, you know? I don't know of any other teenagers who sleep better sucking on a baby bottle. No matter how much they need the extra sleep."

"Is school really that bad?" Finn asked, looking up at Kurt.

He sighed. "It's not bad. It's different. I have a lot more homework, the material is more difficult, the Warblers are freaking out about sectionals, and I miss you guys at McKinley. So yeah, it's stressful. I don't sleep very well when I get stressed out. Hence, the thumb sucking. It calms me down."

Finn stared at his closet for a minute before going to it and pulling out a shoe box. "Okay, I get that a bottle isn't something you can always have because the sugar is bad for your teeth or something, and feel free to say no to this, but what about a pacifier or something?" He opened the box and pulled out a few different kinds, still in the packaging. "It's not like anyone would know."

Kurt didn't tell him that he'd already thought of that. He wanted one to try, but the thought of going out and actually buying one in public was just a bit out there for him, considering he knew almost nothing about them. What if someone he knew saw him? What if someone saw him and told his dad? Quinn had already given up her daughter, and Kurt didn't know anyone else who was pregnant or had a baby. He had no cover story, and the risks were too great.

"It makes sense. Besides, I'm tired of waking up with my thumb all pruned up. It's kind of gross." He picked up a package with a blue and green pacifier inside. It was the only one with a clear silicone bit instead of brown rubber. Kurt thanked him, and put the others back into the box before Finn returned it to his closet.

"Listen Finn. The pacifier and the bottle are good ideas. I appreciate the thought, and it's nice to know you care about me. But I would really like for you to unlock the bathroom now."

"I can't do that, Kurt." He leaned his head on the door of his closet with his back to Kurt and sighed. "You haven't learned yet. I told you it was going to stay locked while our parents are gone, and I meant it."

"But Finn-"

"Save it, Kurt. No bathroom. You have a diaper. Use it. I'll change you, just like last time."

Kurt didn't say anything else to him as he stood up, leaving the empty bottle and pacifier behind. He went to the living room, curled back up on the couch, and turned on the television. He didn't want to fight with Finn anymore.

Kurt knew Finn was just trying to take care of him, but it made him uneasy. He felt like Finn was taking his control, something he needed, away from him, whether Finn realized it or not. Since his mom died, Kurt had always been the one in control. He was the caretaker. He cooked for his dad and himself. He did all their laundry. He took care of the household shopping once he had his driver's license. He was the one who kept track of doctor's appointments and parent-teacher conferences. Kurt hadn't been comforted and taken care of like Finn was trying to do for him in eight years.

A few minutes later, Finn came into the room and sat down on the other end of the couch. He didn't say anything as he handed Kurt the pacifier he'd left in his room. Finn had taken it out of the package and run a narrow ribbon through the ring, turning it into a necklace. Kurt took it and thanked him as he hung it around his neck.

It didn't take long for Kurt's bladder to make itself known again. It still felt weak and sore, so he didn't bother trying to fight the urge; he just gave in. He figured if Finn had to keep changing wet diapers, he would be grossed out enough eventually to be done with this crazy idea.

Kurt took a deep breath and sighed before looking over at his brother. "I'm wet now. I hope you're happy. And I expect you to make good on your promises. All of them."

Kurt was not expecting the smile on Finn's face when he told him. Before Kurt could stand, Finn was picking him up and carrying him to his room, whispering encouragements like last time. Kurt felt less embarrassed than he had that morning, and when Finn laid him down on the bed, he didn't try to hide his face.

Finn had the supplies all laid out like last time, including the little black and white rabbit. Kurt picked it up and ran his fingers over its velvety ears as Finn changed him. Kurt brought it close to his face and nuzzled it under his cheek. It was really soft, and it reminded Kurt of the stuffed bear he used to drag around everywhere when he was little. He heard Finn chuckle from above him as he finished with the diaper and watched. Then Kurt remembered why he had the toy. Kurt quickly pulled it away, flushing red and muttering "Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. You can keep it, if you want."

"I can't do that. You bought it to give to your baby. You should hang on to it for when you actually have kids someday," Kurt answered.

"I bought this stuff for someone I loved, who I wanted to take care of. So that it would bring some comfort, you know? So that didn't turn out to be Beth. I choose to give it to you, someone I love and want to take care of." He looked away for a second. "If you're willing to let me."

Kurt didn't know what to say to that, so he just quietly said, "Thank you."