Kurt looked up as Blaine shuffled back into the room, throwing his phone on the bed with a defeated sigh.

"Was it your dad?" Kurt asked knowingly.

Blaine nodded and stared up at the ceiling.

"What'd he say?" Kurt asked.

"Same as usual." Blaine said sadly. "We love our son, not this boy who's making us look bad, once you quit this nonsense of being a fag you can come home. The usual." He tried to make it sound casual, but Kurt could tell how hurt he was by his father's words.

Kurt got up and set his magazine aside. "Nobody's home." He commented. "And I don't know about you, but I think it's time for an escape." Then Kurt reached into the back of his closet and pulled out a bag with both the boy's names writen on the side.

Blaine smiled a little when he saw the bag. "I do too." He agreed.

Kurt walked over to where Blaine was sitting and kissed him lovingly.

Blaine kissed back eagerly, grinning when Kurt pulled away to unzip the bag.

"You know baby, your father might not realize how amazing you really are, but Daddy will always love you." Kurt said.

"I know, Daddy. I love you too." Blaine said, his voice much younger and carefree sounding than it had just a few seconds ago.

"And you know that Daddy would never, ever, kick you out for being yourself." Kurt added.

Blaine nodded. "Never, ever." He repeated.

"Good, baby. Why don't you lie down, sweetheart." Kurt cooed.

Blaine did as he was told and his eyes lit up with happiness and relief when Kurt pulled a diaper out of the bag.