"How long do you think he'll last?" Sebastian sighed.
Blaine frowned. "That's not fail. I think if he really wants this, he can do it." He said.
Sebastian frowned. "Blaine, look at this logically. Kurt's wet his diaper every single night since we started this. Hell, he wet the bed every night before we started this."
Blaine shook his head. "I know, but I love him and I really hope he succeeds."
"You think I don't? I love him just as much as you, Blaine. He's our baby. I just don't want to see him getting hurt." Sebastian said, combing fingers through his hair.
"Well may-." Blaine started to say, only to be interrupted by loud sobs coming from the nursery.
Sebastian checked the time. "That was fast."
Blaine didn't respond as he hurried up to the nursery, Sebastian close behind.
The two men walked in to find Kurt backed into a corner of his crib. Everything had been thrown out of it except for the blanket.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Blaine cooed in concern.
Kurt hid his face in his knees and bawled, ignoring his Papa completely.
Sebastian flipped the lights on and only then could the large wet stain on the crib's sheets be seen.
Kurt looked up, his face crumpling. He blew it.
Blaine frowned and picked Kurt up. "Oh, baby, it's okay." He cooed. "Why don't we go get you cleaned up while Daddy makes your bed all nice again, hmmm?"
Kurt sniffled and nodded through his sobs, burying his face in Papa's shoulder. He stared at the bed miserably as he was carried out of the room.
He blew it.