"How many times have I told you to keep your stuff on your side of the room?" Sebastian snapped.

"I wasn't even on your side of the room!" Trent protested almost immediately.

"Really? Then explain why there are grape jelly stains on the outside of my crib!"

"Boys, what's the problem?" Jeff asked as he entered the room with a basket of laundry on his hip.

"Trent's been touching my stuff and playing on my side of the room! He's making a mess!" Sebastian scowled.

"I didn't!" Trent whined.

"I can see the fingerprints!"

"So?"

"I know it was you! You-

"Enough." Jeff ordered. "No arguing." He set the basket down on the floor next to his feet and looked at them. "This room belongs to the both of you. That means you share. There's no line drawn down the middle. Am I clear Sebastian?"

"What! But he-

"I don't want to hear any arguing about this. Don't be selfish, Sebastian." Jeff replied.

The brunet glared at him hatefully. "That's how it's going to be? Fine."

With one last warning gaze, Jeff picked up the laundry and headed back out of the room.

"Told you, Bassy." Trent stated before crawling off.

Kurt and Blaine stopped by around four looking rather flushed but otherwise content. Once the older man left Kurt on the floor with Trent, he advanced into the kitchen where Jeff and Nick were preparing dinner.

"Hey, Kurtie, what's with the funny look?" Trent wondered as he grabbed onto his favorite ball.

"Look? What look?"

"You're all red and stuff." The boy replied, bouncing his ball over to Kurt.

Kurt caught it and hesitated for a moment. "Trent? Has Uncle Nick or Uncle Jeff ever touched you?" He threw the ball back.

"Well of course." Trent shrugged as he seized the ball. "Papa and Daddy give me cuddles all the time."

"Well…I mean like special touches." Kurt said. The ball came back.

"Special?" Trent raised an eyebrow. He caught the ball and bounced it over.

"Yeah, like touches in secret places." The younger boy said and lowered his voice.

Trent caught the ball and stopped it. "What kind of secret places."

Kurt turned to check that Daddy or Uncle Nick or Uncle Jeff wasn't listening in and leaned closer to Trent. "Like on your peepee." He whispered.

Trent's eyes widened and he blushed a little. "Oh! Well…"

"Of course." Sebastian replied and both boys glanced up to find him sitting in the arm chair. "Daddy hasn't, but Papa did." His eyes flashed strangely. "Papa only gives Trent special touches and Daddy only touches me."

"But why?" Kurt frowned in confusion. "I thought it was bad to touch there."

Sebastian let out a short laugh. "Are you really still that innocent?"

"Leave him alone, Sebastian." Trent sighed. "Not all of us are spoiled goods."

"I'm not spoiled goods!" Sebastian sputtered.

"You are when you know more about grown up stuff than Daddy and Papa do!" Trent argued.

"Shut up! That doesn't mean anything!" Sebastian glared at him. He dropped down from the armchair and positioned himself right in front of Trent, getting right in his face. "You don't know anything!"

"Stop it." Kurt frowned. "Don't be so mean to each other."

"Sebastian's the one being mean." Trent shrugged.

"Yeah right! You're being a jerk!"

"Hey!"

All three heads snapped in the direction of the kitchen where Jeff stood with his arms folded over his chest. Shooting daggers at Sebastian, he stormed over and kneeled down, grabbing his jaw gently. "Look at me." He ordered, giving the boys chin a small jerk when his eyes wandered. "Look at me."

Sebastian set his jaw and met Jeff's stern gaze with his own look of rebellion.

"You do not talk to him like that. Am I clear?" Jeff said lowly.

"But he-

"Am I clear?"

Kurt and Trent watched with bated breath as Sebastian nodded, holding back angry tears. The second Jeff released him, he got up and left the room, not coming back for the rest of the night.

When Sebastian refused to come to dinner, Nick knew something was wrong. He found him in the nursery and had calmly declined the dinner invitation in favor of glaring at the ceiling.

"He was fine when I woke him up from his nap. I just don't understand." Nick frowned worriedly.

"Relax, Nick, he's probably just pouting." Jeff replied as he cut up Trent's chicken.

"Pouting? About what?"

"Well right after Blaine came over a caught him calling Trent a mean name." Jeff shrugged. "He's probably still mad about the scolding I gave him."

Nick sighed and shook his head. "Sometimes it feels like he never even transferred."

"Every baby has their tough spots." Blaine shrugged.

"I guess. I just wish he'd start behaving better. I mean, I love him, but it's a constant struggle and it gets tiring sometimes, you know?"

Jeff and Blaine nodded understandingly and Kurt frowned, slumping in his highchair. Sebastian was mean sometimes, but it wasn't exactly his fault that Jeff caught them fighting. Trent had been the one to insult Sebastian first, and everybody knew how sensitive Sebastian could be about his past.

It didn't matter, though, because once dinner was over, Kurt was carried home by Blaine for bath time.

"Papa!"

Jeff looked up from the dishes when he heard his little baby's distressed cry. In an instant he was drying his hands and following the noise back to the nursery. "Trent? Are you okay?"

"Papa…" Trent said again, crying a little as he crawled over to him.

Jeff kneeled down and hugged him, turning to glare at Sebastian. "What did you do now, Sebastian."

"Oh right, it's always my fault." Sebastian rolled his eyes.

"Why else would he be crying?" Jeff replied.

"Oh, I dunno, maybe because he spilled some juice on his fucking blanket?" Sebastian snarled.

Jeff's eyes widened and he turned to Trent. "Go find Daddy. He'll take care of your blanket for you."

Sniffling, Trent nodded and looked curiously between Sebastian and his papa before wandering down the hall. The second he was gone, Jeff shut the door and stood up, glaring at the younger boy. "That's it. I've had enough of your attitude."

"My attitude?" Sebastian asked incredulously. "Let's talk about your attitude!"

"This isn't about me, Sebastian! It's about how you insist on being rude and inappropriate to everyone all the time!" Jeff retorted.

"Maybe I wouldn't be so moody if you started treating me like a person instead of a monster!" Sebastian stood up so that he was at equal height with Jeff and marched forward. "Face it! When you look at me all you see are chains and whips and leather! Well you know what, Jeff? Nick chose me. He chose me before you and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Oh don't talk to me about what Nick did and didn't do! I know, he knows, and everybody else knows that you're damaged goods. Nick took you out of pity, not love. The only reason you're here is because nobody wants you, not even your own family." He leaned forward and whispered right into his ear "and it's so pathetic that we feel sorry for you."

Silence followed and suddenly, Jeff doubled over as Sebastian's fist connected with his stomach. As he gasped for air, he turned and watched Sebastian storm out of the room. "Get back here, Sebastian! Hitting is not going to be tolerated!" He wheezed.

"Go fuck yourself." Came the reply.

Sebastian slept at Aunty 'Tana's that night. After Brittany was put to bed, Santana poured two glasses of wine and brought them over to the couch. She handed one to the world's severest-looking toddler and took a sip.

"Damaged goods, huh?"

"Yup."

"Figures." Santana scoffed. "All these parents…they spend their entire lives whining about how unfairly they're treated and then they turn around and do the exact same thing."

Sebastian shrugged and buried his face in the rim of the glass. "At least you got to make the decision for yourself."

Santana sighed. "Switching is never easy, whether I wanted it or not. People talked, or treated me differently, just like you."

"Yeah, yeah, our lives are big sob stories." Sebastian grumbled, downing the rest of his wine. "It's never going to get easy, is it?"

Santana shook her head, leaving them in a stoic silence.