After that day, the only BDSM couple Blaine ever seemed to talk to was Miss Quinn. She had introduced Kurt to Sam and had allowed her slave to chat with the baby while the grown-ups discussed things that didn't concern little boys. Sam was oddly shy to Kurt, and he never wanted to play with any toys. He just sat there on his hands and knees beside Miss Quinn. It was all too confusing to him. Trent and Jeff came over to visit, but Sebastian disappeared for a week after the party. When he did finally come over with Nick, he was quiet and remained to himself. He stayed constantly at Nick's side and spoke to nobody. Frankly, Nick was starting to worry. One night while Kurt was supposed to be having naptime with Trent and Sebastian, he could hear the adults talking worriedly in the kitchen and crawled over.

"I don't know what to do, Blaine. One minute he's clinging on to me and bawling for me to never led go and the next he's throwing tantrums about how he's a big boy and he doesn't need a daddy." Nick frowned. "It's breaking my heart to see him this way."

"He's probably still upset over the whole incident at Quinn's. I mean, those guys were his friends for almost two years." Blaine frowned.

Jeff sighed. "Just imagine the humiliation."

Nick sank into a chair and rubbed his eyes. "His parents don't even talk to him anymore. They were so ashamed of him when they found out."

Kurt frowned. "Ashamed? Ashamed of what? Why would anybody be ashamed of having a baby for a son? "Daddy?" He called softly as he peeked around the doorway.

Eyes widened and heads quickly turned. Blaine hurried over and scooped him up into his arms. "Baby! You should be sleeping right now."

"Why are Bassy's parents 'shamed of him?" Kurt asked. "Did he do something naughty?"

"In their eyes, yes." Blaine sighed. "But it's nothing to worry about." He promised, kissing Kurt's cheek and carrying him to the nursery. He made short work of changing Kurt's wet diaper and returning him to his naptime mat. "Now go to sleep, okay, sweetheart?"

Kurt nodded. "I will, Daddy." He lied down and closed his eyes, listening to his Daddy's footsteps as he walked back into the kitchen.

"I just don't get it sometimes." Nick sighed. "I don't understand how in a world people walk their partners down the street like dogs wearing nothing but a scrap of cloth can be more acceptable than sucking on a pacifier and playing with blocks."

"Some people just don't understand. But someday they will. Like racism and homophobia, it'll eventually be something else for the text books." Blaine stated.

After Sebastian and Trent left for dinner time, and Kurt had finished his own supper consisting of ravioli and peas, Blaine carried him over to the couch and cuddled him, pressing little kisses to his neck and collarbone.

"Daddy." Kurt giggled, scrunching his shoulders up. "That tickles!"

Blaine chuckled. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Can you give Daddy a kiss?"

Kurt smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek, frowning in confusion when Blaine shook his head. "What's wrong, Daddy?"

"Can you give Daddy a kiss right here?" He asked, pointing to his lips. He had to bite back a laugh when Kurt's face turned positively red in alarm.

"Daddy! Those are grown-up kisses!" Kurt gasped. He stared at Blaine as if he had just grown an extra arm.

Blaine grinned. "I know, darling. But if you love somebody very much, that's where you kiss them. Like how mommies and daddies kiss." Kurt bit his lip shyly and looked away, a pink blush spreading across his face. "Just a little peck, sweetheart. Nothing bad will happen, I promise."

Kurt's eyes flickered nervously to Blaine's lips, then back down to his lap. He turned his head to face his Daddy and leaned in, hesitating and pulling back.

"On the count of three, just lean in and pucker your lips, okay?" Blaine instructed. "And Daddy will do the rest. " Kurt nodded, nervously tightening his hands into balls. "One…two…three." Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and leaned in, puckering his lips like Daddy told him to. At first nothing happened, but then there were soft, warm lips caressing his own with just the right amount of force to keep him steady, but not enough to scare him away. Blaine didn't open his mouth or press any harder than necessary and after three seemingly long seconds, he pulled away. Kurt looked up shyly, his face bright red and his eyes watering nervously.

"That was so good, baby. You did such a good job for Daddy." Blaine smiled, pulling Kurt into a hug and stroking his hair. Kurt sighed in relief and contently gripped onto the fabric of Blaine's shirt. He had just kissed somebody. A really real kiss. Like the ones in movies and stuff that Kurt wasn't allowed to watch, but had been whispered about in the baby school all the time. On the lips. And it wasn't even gross! Smiling shyly, Kurt hid his embarrassed face in Blaine's shirt and accepted his much deserved back rub.

After that, Blaine had him kiss him every day. Unlike the first day, he didn't sit down and designate a time, but snuck it in at opportune moments. After diaper changes, before bed, during bath time…and eventually Kurt didn't even notice it anymore.

Unlike most lifestyles, infantilism was not largely focused on the sexual aspects of relationships, but the life itself. Parents took only one class on sex education and babies weren't educated at all. It was important to preserve their innocence. This created a whole new issue: introducing sex to the babies. Contrary to BDSM, sex was encouraged through gentle approaches and gradual escalation. Kissing first, light touching, hand jobs, oral sex…all with comfort and delicate words of loving care. Parents being too impatient or rough with their babies had ended many relationships before, so it was an important class to attend. The only case where this process had been unnecessary had been with Sebastian Smythe. Due to the fact that he had attended three semesters as a master in BDSM, he had already been exposed to a world of corruptness and sex. He knew all of the words, the poses, the parts. In fact, this had earned him quite a lot of spankings and mouth washings during his first few months as a baby.

But Blaine had the patience. He was willing to wait. Kurt was an irreplaceable rarity that had to be treasured and loved. If he had to go his whole life without ever having sex, then so be it.