After a while Kurt got kind of bored so he decided that the only way to fix this was to join in on rehearsal. While Daddy was busy with his undressed ballerinas, Kurt clambered off of the bench and went to stand behind Daddy. He watched the ballerinas twirl and dance, kicking their feet in the air and giggled, copying every movement a bit clumsily. Soon he got into it wholeheartedly and bounced around, feeling every part ballerina too. It wasn't until he was trying to copy the "plee-ayy" Daddy talked about that he noticed everyone had stopped dancing in favor of staring at him. Small, amused grins touched their faces, but Kurt didn't even notice until Daddy was stopping the music and turning to look at him.

"Silly boy." He smiled endearingly. "Are you a ballerina too?"

"Yeah!" Kurt beamed. "I be ballerina too!"

"Hmm, maybe we'll invest in a tutu for my little ballerina. How's that sound?" Daddy asked.

"Yeah!" Kurt repeated excitedly. He clapped his hands.

"But we'll have to get the right one. Why don't you draw daddy a picture of the tutu you want?" Daddy suggested.

Kurt positively sparkled. That was a perfect idea! He toddled over to the corner where his toys sat and pulled out his coloring books and crayons, turning it to a blank page. Then he selected his crayons and got to work.

"He is too cute, Blaine." One of his dancers commented and the dark-haired man felt himself surge with pride. Kurt was cute. He was the cutest.

Kurt was good for the rest of the morning so that he could get his tutu. Once the dancers had all left for the day, Daddy gathered his things, then Kurt's, and had Kurt sit on the floor while he loaded the car. He knew Kurt would be fine for a few minutes on his own, but he still worried, so he quickened his pace. Kurt was fine, of course. He picked him up and carried him to the car, buckling him in securely.

"Where now, Daddy?" Kurt asked as he hugged his kitty to his chest.

"Well, now we need to go to the theater." Daddy replied as he pulled out of the studio.

"The movie theater?" Kurt perked up, making Daddy chuckle.

"No, the musical theater. I've got to help some more people with music." Daddy explained. "But I was thinking, maybe we can stop and get a tutu for a special little boy…" He smirked.

Kurt gasped in disbelief, kicking his feet ecstatically in his car seat. "Tutu! Tutu!"

"I guess we could get it after the theater…" Daddy teased.

Kurt jerked in his seat. "No! Tutu! Daddy tutu!" He insisted frantically.

Daddy laughed and turned down the street towards the shopping mall. "Alright, sweetheart. If you insist." The mall came into view quickly and Kurt bounced around as much as he could with the seat straps restraining him. Daddy parked the car and finally let him out. The second his feet hit the ground, he took off running.

Daddy shut the car door, making sure it was locked before hurrying after Kurt and scooping him right up onto his hip. "Look at me, Kurt." The older man ordered.

Kurt recognized that tone. It was the "you're being naughty" voice. It sent a shiver up his spine as he remorsefully looked into Daddy's stern eyes.

"You stay with Daddy. You do not run off. If I have to chase you again, you will be getting a time out instead of a tutu. Understand?" Daddy asked him with slow, clear words.

Horrified at the thought of being punished with no tutu, Kurt nodded quickly and took Daddy's hand once he was set down. He turned, burying his face into Daddy's chest. "I'm sorry Daddy." He whimpered.

"I know you are." Daddy smiled and moved to ruffle his baby's hair before stopping. He wasn't ready to deal with any public tantrums just yet. He settled for patting his back and leading him into the department store.

Kurt looked around in wonder. Of course he'd been to the store before with his dad to buy new shoes and stuff, but every time was like the first time for him. It was like stepping into a fairy tale land full of clothing. So many fabrics and colors and styles: rompers and cute little booties and pacifiers with customized names on them. He passed a pair of fleece footie pajamas and couldn't resist running his fingers over it while Daddy asked a nice lady where the tutus were.

Daddy nodded to the lady and held on tighter to Kurt's hand, giving it a gentle tug to signal that they were moving again. Kurt released the fabric and stuck closer to Daddy, taking in as much as he could. Daddy led him through the baby clothes and then into the fem clothes, which Kurt thought were over accessorized and tacky. All of the frills and bows and buttons and collars and lace were just too much to look at all at once. He had to look away just to give his eyes a break.

"Here we are, sweetheart." Daddy smiled as they approached a rack of tutus. There were three different colors to choose from: purple, pink, and white. "Which one would you like?"

"I want blue." Kurt told him.

"It's just these colors, honey." Daddy told him apologetically.

"But I want a blue one." He pouted.

Daddy sighed. "Purple is kind of like blue." He offered, but Kurt wasn't buying.

"Blue."

"Hmmmm…" Daddy thought for a moment. "Here's an idea. Why don't we get the white one and turn it blue?"

Kurt raised his eyebrow skeptically. "How?"

"Daddy knows someone who might be able to help." He smiled before picking a white one off of the rack. "Come on, before Daddy's late for his next appointment."

Kurt huffed, unhappy to be getting white instead of blue, but he too was ready to go. He was getting very hungry and close to naptime. The fight in him was shrinking. Daddy could see his baby's obvious displeasure at the color choice, but he knew it wouldn't last too long. He paid for the thing and checked his phone before grabbing Kurt's hand and hurrying to the car. Once Kurt was buckled in and the tutu was locked safely away in the trunk, Daddy got moving.

When they arrived, Daddy got out, grabbed their things, unbuckled Kurt and herded him inside of the large theater building. He led him to the big auditorium, which was still completely dark excluding the stage which had been lit up brightly. A dozen or so men and women were currently on stage going through some sort of dance routine, the music booming from the speakers.

A bit intimidated by the largeness of it all, Kurt stepped closer to Daddy and grabbed the man's shirt in his fists. He toddled down the aisle, all the way to the front of the stage where three stern looking men were waiting.

"Cutting it a bit close, aren't we?" The first man questioned. He glanced down at Kurt. "Or was it your fault?"

Horrified that this scary looking man with cold, calculating glasses was upset at him, Kurt's face crumpled and he scrambled to hide behind Daddy's back.

"Oh, baby, he was just being silly. He's not really mad at you." Daddy assured him. "He's very nice, I promise." He turned and crouched down a little. "Why don't you have lunch while Daddy helps the actors sing?" He suggested. "Are you hungry?"

Kurt nodded truthfully, so Daddy reached into the diaper bag and pulled out his lunchbox. "Let's go sit at that desk over there and you can eat lunch and watch the actors. Meal and show, sound good?" Daddy grinned and led him over to a big wooden desk that had a little lamp on it and turned on the lamp. He placed Kurt's tuna fish sandwich in front of him, then his sippy cup of milk. "Eat this first and then you can have your apples slices and your cookie." He instructed. "You sit right here. I'll be back soon."

Kurt obediently ate his lunch, watching the people on the big stage curiously. They didn't look like actors. They didn't have any sparkly dresses or diamonds or feather boas or anything. They looked like regular old people. However, when the music played, Kurt's whole face lit up in recognition. He knew these songs! Miss Julie used to play them instead of the usual lullabies sometimes! The ghost one! Suddenly he was feeling much better about being here with Daddy, even if it did mean being around the scary man. The music changed to one of the softer songs and as Kurt sipped his milk, his eyes began to droop.

When Daddy came to check on Kurt after giving the tutu to Joanne, he found him fast asleep in the chair, his sippy cup leaning precariously in his lap. Smiling at the sight, he turned out the light and scooped Kurt into his arms, carrying him backstage so that he could nap on one of the prop beds.

When Kurt woke up, his diaper was due for another change, so he sleepily got up and toddled around to find Daddy. Unfortunately, he was completely lost. People were rushing around and shouting stuff to each other and he frowned. Where was Daddy? He waddled towards a group of people standing by the curtains and grabbed onto somebody's shirt, giving it a tug. When the man turned around, Kurt was disappointed to find that it was not Daddy.

"Hey, whatcha need?" The man asked kindly.

Kurt didn't reply at first, feeling shy in front of the man. He was a stranger. He wasn't supposed to talk to strangers, but he needed to find Daddy and he might never find him if he didn't ask this man. So naturally, Kurt did the obvious first choice: he began to cry.

"Daddy!" He stared to yell as his face crumpled. The panicked look on the man's face only encouraged him. Soon his whimpers and sobs evolved into outright bawling and he plopped himself down on the floor to continue his tantrum of despair.

"Somebody find Blaine!" Somebody called. Well, somebody must have found him because in less than a minute, Kurt was being picked up into strong, familiar arms and cuddled tightly.

"Shhh, sweetheart. Just calm down." Daddy hummed as he rubbed Kurt's back and paced back and forth. He felt Kurt's arms wrap around his neck and gave his diaper a few pats. He continued his comforting motions as he moved out from behind the curtains and down the steps to the front seat where the diaper bag still sat. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" He cooed, slinging the bag over his shoulder in order to continue holding Kurt in his arms. The older man carried him out of the auditorium and down the hall to the bathroom where he set him down on the changing counter and strapped him in.

"Bibi." Kurt requested, opening his mouth so that Daddy could insert his pacifier. He then spread his legs so that Blaine could unsnap the crotch of his onesie and remove his diaper.

"Alright, babycakes. Let's get you in a clean diaper and then I have a surprise for you." Daddy smiled, lifting his legs up to clean his bottom with a cold baby wipe. Another slipped over his penis and balls, washing him thoroughly before his bottom was raised and dropped once more onto a clean diaper. A light coating of powder was sprinkled over his privates and then Daddy fastened the diaper around his hips. Finally his onesie was snapped up and he was set on the ground while Daddy washed his hands.

"Alright, baby boy. Let's go get your surprise." Daddy smiled. He took Kurt's hand and led him out of the bathroom and back into the auditorium where everyone had gone back to their work. Kurt stuck closer to Daddy, afraid that the people might be mad at him for crying but when they did nothing more but give him short, sympathetic smiles as he toddled past. Daddy led him up some stairs and onto the stage where yet another strange woman was waiting for them.

"Alrighty, Kurt. Are you ready to see your surprise?" The lady asked nicely, as if she was a family friend. Kurt nodded slowly, peering at her warily. "Okay, one...two...three!" She grinned widely and presented him with the tutu Daddy had bought him, only it wasn't white anymore. It was light blue.

"Daddy!" Kurt exclaimed. How had this happened?

"Can you say thank you to Joanna for coloring your tutu?" Daddy smiled.

Kurt looked up at her shyly, but with an expression of gratitude. "Thank you."

"Oh, no problem, sweetheart. Why don't you test it out?"

Kurt hesitantly took a hold of her shoulders to balance as he stepped into the skirt before having it tugged up and over his diapers.

"Now don't you look pretty?" Joanna beamed proudly as if she was his mommy.

Kurt giggled and jumped, twirling experimentally and feeling as graceful as a swan as the skirt slowly drifted and flounced and settled around his waist. He could just imagine how stunning he must look. Rachel would be so jealous.

"I be a ballerina!" Kurt told Daddy, who smiled widely.

"Let's see you dance, sweetheart." He encouraged, then took a seat as somebody began to play music. Daddy made himself comfortable, knowing he was in for a very, very long performance.