Several weeks later Kurt was walking with Blaine. It was around seven thirty and dusk was approaching quickly. As a treat for picking up his toys, Blaine had taken Kurt on a walk down the street to the cute little bakeshop to get some baby cupcakes that Kurt loved so much. He had ordered a box of them along with two regular ones for him and Kurt. They were heading back now, the older man tightly gripping his baby's hand. He didn't trust Kurt to pay attention to pedestrians and cars, seeing how absorbed he was in that cupcake of his.

As they arrived at the apartment building, Blaine was surprised to find several cop cars out front along with an ambulance. A small crowd had gathered. "Hold on a sec, baby." He murmured, hoisting the boy onto his hip protectively.

"Is that the policeman?" Kurt asked, his eyes growing wide in excitement.

"Yep, that's them, sweetheart." Blaine smiled, bouncing him a little.

"Miss Jenna said that police are nice." The younger smiled, stretching his neck to get a peek.

"Sometimes." Daddy replied cheerfully.

In truth, corruptness in police force was a growing problem in the country. Because most cops were masters of some sort, they often blurred the lines between being a Dom, and being a professional. Those who were arrested were often treated poorly, especially women and subs. There had been many reports of prisoners being sexually harassed and instances where cops would refuse to assist people based on their lifestyle. Mommies and Daddies were constantly being arrested on the charge of pedophilia and there were even a few instances of traumatized babies being forced to stay overnight in jail, causing public outcry in the ABDL community.

This time, however, it seemed to be a matter of real business. A dark-haired man dressed in nothing but a pair of tight leather pants was being led out in handcuffs. Close behind came a gurney wheeling a rather young looking woman. From what Kurt could see, she was exceptionally white and her eyes were closed. Ugly, infected gashes stained her face. Each was swollen and caked with scabbing, dried blood and yellowing puss. Handcuffs remained around her ashy, raw wrists but the chain had been cut through to separate them.

Kurt gasped and looked down in alarm. "Daddy!"

"Shhh, it's alright, sweetheart. The nice lady just needs to go to the doctor and get some Band-Aids for her booboos." He replied.

"But, how did she get all those booboos?" Kurt frowned worriedly.

"Ummm, her friend there wasn't playing very nicely so the policeman is going to give him a time out." Blaine said. Before Kurt could ask any more questions, he flashed his apartment ID and slipped inside of the building, hurrying up to the Infantilism floor.

Instead of taking them to their own apartment, Daddy stopped at Sebastian and Trent's door and knocked quickly. Nick answered the door and let them in immediately.

"We saw the cars, what happened?" Blaine asked as he set Kurt down on the couch. Trent and Sebastian turned and acknowledged him before their eyes returned to the screen.

"Did you see her?" Kurt asked.

"Who?" Trent asked, his eyes never leaving Ariel's face.

"Who? The girl with all the booboos! The ambulance took her away." Kurt exclaimed.

"Are you kidding me?" Blaine sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"These masters are a bunch of sexual predators." Nick sighed, setting a mug of coffee in front of his neighbor.

"So they just found her handcuffed to the bed?" Blaine asked.

"It was disgusting. He'd given her ipecac to make her vomit and then starved her for days. The bed had been soiled tenfold." Jeff grimaced.

Nick shuddered. "Even that would make me gag and I've taken care of Sebastian after bad fajitas."

"Apparently he was torturing her. He would slice up her face and watch her bleed and get all infected." Jeff winced.

"Another sexual sadist? That's the last thing we ever needed in this building." Blaine sighed. "What if he had gotten his hands on one of the boys? Or Brittany? You know how those guys are."

He was referring to, of course, the Hasbury incident in 2008. A sexual sadist in Pennsylvania had been given life in prison for the torture and murder of nine adult babies in the area. He had not only raped them, but forced them to eat out of their soiled diapers. It was one of those stories that made every mommy and daddy sick to their stomachs.

"I haven't heard much else. I suppose they're searching the apartment now." Jeff sighed.

"I wouldn't want to be there for that." Blaine spoke up.

"It just scares me so much. To think that he could have gotten his hands on Trent or Bassy." Nick whimpered. "I mean, everyone in Ohio knows that those BDSM bastards have it out for him. He's already been in bad situation so many times! I just-

"Daddy?" Sebastian asked softly.

The three men all turned to look at the brunet who was staring at Nick with a look of knowing concern. Before Nick could make up and kind of excuse, he walked over to the man and took his hand. "Wet." He murmured into his ear.

"Oh, okay." Nick nodded, gripping Sebastian's hand tightly as he led him into the master bedroom. After Trent and Jeff had moved in, they all agreed that having two nurseries conjoined in one big room would be easier than two separate ones. On one side was a double changing table, easily found in stores that provided for polyamorous families. Nick hoisted him up onto it and unsnapped the crotch of his onesie.

"You don't need to worry, you know." Sebastian told him. "In case you forgot, I'm not an innocent little baby. I know."

"Of course, but I'm still allowed to fret over my baby, aren't I?" Nick asked weakly as he untaped Sebastian's diaper.

"Just remember that you don't need to be protecting me all the time." Sebastian told him. "Regardless of what people have said, I am damaged goods."

"No, Sebastian, you are not." Nick frowned. "I hate it when you treat yourself like a defective product."

"Don't you ever regret it?" Sebastian asked seriously. "Never getting to take my full innocence like a real Daddy? Missing out on all of the baby stuff?"

"I did take your innocence." Nick smirked. "And I don't. What's the point of being in a relationship if I can't talk to the man I love once in a while?" But then, his confident smile drifted into a frown. "Do you ever regret it?"

Sebastian waited until Nick had taped up the fresh diaper and sat up. He seized Nick's shoulders and stared straight into the man's eyes, as if attempting to reach his soul. "Never." He swore before tugging the man in for a kiss.