Daddy walked into Kurt's nursery at nine thirty the next morning and positioned a clean diaper on the changing table before pushing the side of Kurt's crib down and lifting the little boy up into his arms. Kurt, used to getting midnight diaper changes from nurses at the school, paid him no mind and slumbered on, his pacifier gently bobbing in his mouth. He cuddled his kitty while Blaine delicately removed his sleeper and laid him on the table, going through the process of changing Kurt out of his night diaper and into a regular pamper, Elmo smiling up at him joyfully. He grinned and gently rubbed the baby soft skin covering Kurt's tummy. "It's time to wake up, Kurtie-Pie."
Kurt whined in response and squirmed a little on the changing table, but Blaine was there to keep it steady. "No wakey."
"Yes, wakey, baby. We need to get you dressed and some nummies in your tummy." Blaine told him. He made sure Kurt was secure on the table before turning and picking out an outfit from the large dresser. It was a little sailor romper with navy booties and a cute little hat that Blaine knew Kurt would love. He cooed to his baby, tickling is sensitive skin as he coaxed him into the material and snapped it at the crotch. "There, what a handsome little boy I have." Blaine grinned, bouncing Kurt on his hip a little as he traveled to the kitchen. Breakfast was already prepared. The older man slipped his baby into the highchair before presenting him with a plastic bowl of cut up fruit and a separate bowl of cheerios. A sippy cup of milk sat on the corner of the tray and even though he knew Kurt wouldn't be using them, Blaine had granted him some plastic utensils as well. While Kurt ate, Blaine packed a diaper bag and made a few phone calls. The younger watched curiously, sucking on a strawberry half. By the time Kurt was finished with breakfast, he had already peed again so after one last quick change, Kurt found himself being carried right out of the apartment and into the hall.
"Kurtie? We're gonna see some friends, okay?" Blaine explained as he carried him down the brightly colored hall and into the elevator.
Kurt immediately made a face. Oh great, apparently Rachel wasn't gone for good after all.
Seeing his face, Blaine chuckled. "My friends, sweetheart. And soon enough, your friends too." He assured the boy. The elevator door opened and once more they were in motion, heading towards the end of the hallway. This hallway looked rather gloomy with bowls of water outside the doors. The walls were decorated with chain and cheap leather. Kurt gasped when he saw a wooden paddle with six perfectly round holes drilled into it. He turned to Blaine in alarm, earning a kiss on the cheek. "That's not for you, baby. I promise." Kurt nodded unsurely and gripped to his daddy tighter. Blaine walked to the end of the hall and knocked on the door. After a few moments, the scary blonde woman from the lobby who had given him candy answered and Kurt's eyes widened in surprise.
"You're late." Quinn said teasingly.
"Kurt was eating." Blaine shrugged.
Quinn scoffed. "You Daddies bend over backwards for your babies. It makes me wonder who's really the dom."
Blaine smirked. "Some of us like pampers more than paddles."
Quinn chuckled. "Sammy's been a good boy."
Kurt looked up. "Baby?" He asked curiously.
"Not quite, darling. Would you like to meet him?" The blonde questioned. When Kurt nodded eagerly, she led them inside. Kurt looked around to find the living room was already filled with people. He instantly recognized Trent and Sebastian with their Daddies on the couch. While Trent looked a little nervous, Sebastian appeared to be completely comfortable in the less than plushy setting. All around them men and women clad in leather and chains and pointy shoes and carrying crops chatted with each other. At their feet sat nearly naked partners, their heads bowed in submission. However, Kurt did spot a few more normal looking babies here and there, which he was relieved to see. Excited to meet new babies, he began to squirm and whine in Daddy's arms.
"Alright, I'm going to talk with Miss Quinn. Go say hi to Trent and Sebastian, okay?" Blaine said before walking off.
With a nod, Kurt eagerly crawled over to the first baby he spotted and tapped on her shoulder. She was on her hands and knees at the feet of her master and wore nothing but a black leather loincloth and a ripped scrap of cloth over her breasts. The girl looked up in surprise, her almond eyes widening as she glanced up at her master. "Baby!" Kurt beamed, tugging a toy car out of the pocket of his romper. To his confusion, she didn't respond. He tried again. "Play!" He insisted, shaking her.
"What the-hey!" Her master snapped, glaring down at Kurt. "Leave her alone!" He kneeled down and gripped Kurt's jaw roughly, shocking and scaring the little boy. "I should beat you right here." Kurt's eyes filled with terrified tears and he tried to struggle his way out of the man's strong grip.
"Mike, let him go." A familiar voice ordered. The grip released on his jaw and Kurt turned to see Miss Quinn there with a muscular but thin blonde boy at her feet. Tears streamed down his face as he scrambled away from the man and hid behind the woman's legs.
"That untrained animal was bothering Tina." Mike scowled.
"Take it easy, he's new. Come here, sweetheart." Quinn cooed, coaxing Kurt out from behind her. She picked him up and wiped the tears from his face. Kurt hiccupped, looking at Mike fearfully.
"Where'd he come from anyway?" Mike asked.
"He's Blaine's new boy." Quinn smiled, as if she was spreading a juicy piece of gossip.
"What? No. He finally did it?" The Asian man inquired.
"Of course." Quinn shrugged. "He's been waiting for this little guy for four years."
"Just keep him away from Tina. He kept calling her baby." Mike frowned.
Quinn let out a humored laugh. "Sure thing." She carried him over to the couch and set him down with Trent and Sebastian. "Don't go wandering, sweetheart." She scolded lightly before walking off, the blonde crawling after her.
"Are you okay?" Trent asked in concern. "Tina's master really had a grip on you."
Kurt wiped his eyes and nodded, rubbing his now sore jaw. "Why won't he let her play?"
Sebastian snorted. "Yea right. Don't you know anything?"
Kurt frowned. "I don't understand. Why won't the other grownups let their babies play?"
"They aren't babies, stupid." Sebastian said, pausing to make sure Nick and Jeff hadn't heard him. "Look around. Do you see any diapers? Hm? What about pacifiers?"
"What about that thingy?" Kurt asked, pointing to the small red ball that was strapped into the mouth of a skinny Asian boy.
"It's called a ball gag. It keeps the wearer from talking." Sebastian rolled his eyes. "My point is, they're not babies. Surely you learned about other lifestyles in elementary school."
"Of course." Kurt said defensively. "FLIPS. Feminization, Legal, Infantilism, Pet, Slave."
"Well look around you. What do you see?" Sebastian shrugged.
Kurt looked around and really looked, studying the chains, the leather, the crops and whips, paddles and gags. His mind flashed back to the days when masters from the BDSM school used to harass them on the playground and let out a horrified gasp. "Daddy!" He screamed.
Blaine glanced over from where he was talking to Puckerman and quickly excused himself, rushing over to rescue his little boy. "Baby, what's the matter?" Kurt clung to his Daddy with a grip of steel.
"Meanies!" He cried out. "Go bye bye!"
Blaine blushed as several people glanced over to watch the panic. "What do you mean?"
"They're gonna tie me up and whip me!" Kurt wailed.
"Shhh, no, no." Blaine promised, mouthing apologies to the others, though only a few looked offended. The rest looked pretty amused.
"Oh, poor baby." Quinn cooed, sauntering over and taking Kurt from Blaine. "I'm a mistress. Am I scary?"
Kurt tearfully shook his head. "But you hit and hitting is a no-no!"
A chuckle arose from the crowd. "But sweetie, our partners like it."
The look of disbelief on Kurt's face was positively comical as he stared at Quinn. Who the hell liked being beaten with a paddle, gagged, and tied up?
Quinn smiled. "You like drinking from bottles and wearing diapers, right?" Kurt nodded. Obviously. "Wanna hear a secret?" She whispered in his ear. He nodded quickly. "Slaves and pets hate wearing diapers." Kurt pulled away, aghast at this new piece of news. "See? There's no reason to be afraid. We won't hurt you. And if anyone does, you just tell me." She smiled. "Okay? Good."
Blaine took him back as chatter arose again and the man bounced Kurt on his hip. "See? Nothing to be afraid of." He vowed. "Why don't we go meet Brittany and her mommy?"