People asked for it, so here it is – originally this was going to be an alternative version of 'Pleasure and Pain' (if you haven't read that yet, shame on you! Go on! Do it now!), however I decided that was going to mess my head up too much.

For those who are familiar with my writing, you know what to expect – for those who aren't, you should expect sweet boy loving and a tiny little bit of smut thrown in.

WARNINGS: Baby!Kurt, smut, spanking, smut, ass worship, smut, oh and did I mention, smut?

Chapter 1

It kind of crept up on them. Kurt and Blaine had been together for ten years. They'd left Ohio together for college, spent one painful year living apart in dorms, before moving in together.

Gradually, Kurt noticed some things about Blaine. He had always called Kurt 'babe' or 'baby', but it seemed like they had become the only names Blaine used for Kurt after a while. When they were alone in their apartment, Blaine would dote on Kurt, as if he was Blaine's own personal plaything. Kurt didn't mind in the least, in fact, he loved feeling cared for and totally loved by Blaine.

Then they had progressed to the occasional light spanking game. Both enjoyed it, but it was always Kurt who ended up over the knee. The major shift however, had happened the other day. Blaine had summoned all the courage in the world and asked Kurt how he would feel about 'playing babies' sometime. With an enormous amount of trepidation, Kurt had agreed to 'try'. Blaine had taken the Friday off work, and had promised Kurt he would have everything set up by the time he got home.

They had chosen a safeword – 'canary', and Kurt had agreed to give the whole weekend over to the trial. They had then spent one whole evening laying down the ground rules, Kurt wasn't going to call Blaine 'Daddy' (not at first, anyway), Kurt was never going to leave the house in 'baby' mode, they were still unclear on the sex side of things, and eventually decided to leave that one in the lap of the gods.

Blaine had busied himself all day in preparation. He looked around and was more than pleased. It would take time to acquire everything he wanted to try with Kurt, but for their first experimental weekend, Blaine was happy.

Kurt stood outside the door and took a deep breath. This was going to be so new to both of them. When they first got together, it had taken forever for them to get past first base. Now they were entering a world where neither of them were sure where it would lead. They had always shared fantasies, both agreeing to at least try anything once. Kurt knew that Blaine would never hurt him, and it was that comforting thought that helped him put the key in the lock and open the door.

"Hey Baby," said Blaine as he hurried to the entry to meet Kurt. He gave him a quick kiss, before taking him into a tight hug, "are we still on?" he whispered into Kurt's ear. Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.

"I just don't know how to start," Kurt said quietly.

"Why don't I get you changed first?" Blaine said as he rubbed Kurt's back softly, Kurt nodded and allowed himself to be taken by the hand and led into the bedroom.

Blaine pushed him slowly back on the bed.

"Just relax, and let me do everything, alright?" Blaine cooed, Kurt nodded and closed his eyes, willing his body to relax.

Blaine removed Kurt's boots and socks first. He then took off Kurt's vest, button down shirt and undershirt off. Kurt lay still, only moving when Blaine either asked him to, or moved Kurt's body himself. Blaine undid the button on Kurt's jeans and slowly removed them, being careful to fold them before placing them at the end of the bed.

Kurt wasn't wearing underwear. He rarely did these days, they had established years ago that Blaine preferred him to go commando, and after a few weeks, it had just become natural.

"Lift up, sweetie," Blaine instructed as he nudged Kurt's hip. Kurt kept his eyes closed as he lifted his hips high off the bed. He knew what was coming, they'd agreed on it, but it was still a shock to him to feel the plastic item under his butt. Blaine showered him in a haze of baby powder, before pulling the front of the diaper up between Kurt's legs, positioning Kurt's cock in the right place and fastening it firmly. He gave Kurt a quick pat to make sure everything was still in the right place, and then took his hands and pulled him to a sitting position.

Kurt finally dared to open his eyes. Blaine stared at him with so much love and adoration in his eyes, Kurt couldn't help but smile. Blaine picked up a t-shirt and helped Kurt into it, Kurt looked down and screwed his nose up.

"Just as well no one sees this except for us! Can you imagine the reactions?" Blaine looked at Kurt dressed in a too small baby blue t-shirt, that didn't quite reach the top of his diaper.

Blaine chuckled, "you look cute," he reassured Kurt, and took his hand to lead him out to the living room.

"Why don't you watch something, while I get dinner?" he suggested, gently pushing Kurt down onto the sofa. Kurt sat down and looked around the room. Dotted in various places were different 'baby' items. Kurt turned on the television without caring what was on. He picked up an item on the coffee table. Definitely a pacifier, thought Kurt, although he'd never seen one as large as the one he held in his hand.

He popped it into his mouth for an experimental suck. Yep, perfect fit. Just then Blaine looked up and saw Kurt sucking on the pacifier. He smiled brightly, perhaps this would go a lot easier than he first thought.

Kurt saw Blaine looking at him and smiled around the pacifier, before he removed it to speak.

"I don't really know what to do, Blaine?" he asked genuinely.

"Dinner is in the oven, baby, I'll be there in a second," Blaine answered, "just hop up on the sofa, and we'll play." Kurt nodded and climbed up on the sofa as instructed.

Blaine joined him quickly. Kurt snuggled into his side and sighed, he could deal with the 'dress up' side of things, even with the accessories. He just didn't know how he was meant to act.

"Blaine?" he said looking up through his eyelashes. Blaine hummed in response.

"I'm a bit stuck about how to act," Kurt said shyly.

"Just relax, Kurt," Blaine cooed, "there's no right or wrong yet, just do whatever you want and let me do the worrying, okay?" Kurt nodded and slid his head down onto Blaine's lap. Blaine petted Kurt's soft hair and smiled to himself. He reached over and picked the pacifier up from the table, and popped it into Kurt's mouth. Kurt accepted it without question and sighed happily as Blaine softly tapped on his diapered ass in a steady rhythm.

The timer of the oven sounded and Blaine eased Kurt's head up, and went to prepare their meal.

A few minutes later, he came back to Kurt and gently pulled the pacifier out of Kurt's mouth.

"Dinner's ready, baby!" Blaine said happily, he held Kurt's hand and led him to the dining table. He sat Kurt down and kissed his forehead. Kurt was shocked, he was seated in a normal sized chair, but the table was up to his shoulders, he felt tiny. Blaine pushed Kurt's chair tightly into the table trapping his arms underneath. Blaine reached down into a bag on the floor, and before Kurt knew what was happening, he had a bib around his neck.

"Blaine!" Kurt shrieked in shock.

"Shhh, we don't want to ruin your nice shirt, do we?" Blaine brought two plates over. Kurt groaned as he saw his own dinner on a plastic plate, neatly cut into small pieces. Blaine picked up the small spoon on Kurt's plate and loaded two pieces of food onto it. He held it up to Kurt's mouth. Kurt screwed his nose up in distaste.

"You know I hate pumpkin, Blaine," Kurt clamped his mouth shut as Blaine tried to push it through his lips.

"Do you want the airplane, baby?" Blaine asked, Kurt laughed out loud and Blaine took the opportunity to slide the spoon into his mouth. Kurt chewed a couple of times and swallowed quickly.

"Yuck," Kurt stuck his tongue out, as Blaine reloaded the spoon.

"I'm going to make gross faces at you the whole time, you know that!" Kurt pouted.

"Looking forward to it," Blaine laughed.

Dinner proceeded in much the same manner until there were two empty plates in front of them.

Blaine wiped Kurt's mouth with the bottom of the bib, pulled his chair out, and held his hand for Kurt to take.

He walked Kurt out to the living room, and sat him down.

"You can play for a little bit, while I get the kitchen cleaned up, alright?" Blaine instructed.

"Play with what?" Kurt asked.

"I'm sure you'll find something...I've gotten you lots of presents, Kurt. Just have a look around."

Kurt walked around the room slowly once Blaine had gone into the kitchen. He spotted a box in the corner that hadn't been there the day before. He tentatively opened it, before bursting out laughing. Inside the box, was a complete set of Power Ranger figures, some toy cars, Barbie and Ken as well as assorted other toys from his childhood.

He took out the Power Rangers and stood them up beside each other.

"Good to see you again, my friends," Kurt chuckled, and fell straight into his imaginary play world from long ago.

Blaine returned from the kitchen and stood and watched from the doorway for a few moments. Here was his beautiful Kurt, sitting on the floor in a tiny t-shirt and diaper, acting out a disagreement between the pink Power Ranger and Barbie about what shade of pink really did look best on Ken.

It was a shame to interrupt really. Blaine walked in and smiled at Kurt.

"Having fun? I see you found some old friends of yours?" Kurt blushed a deep shade of pink.

"Hey, that's what they're there for," Blaine reassured him, "but you're going to have to leave them for a bit...I've got something for you." Kurt looked up with big doe like eyes, which fell like a stone as he saw what Blaine had in his hand.

"Up you come, baby," Blaine said softly, "time for your bottle."

"I'm not having a bottle, Blaine." Kurt protested.

"All babies have a bottle before bed, Kurt," Blaine reasoned. If Kurt absolutely didn't want to he could always use his safe word. Instead he just got a steely glare and a shake of Kurt's head in reply.

"KURT!" Blaine raised his voice, "I'm not going to tell you again, come up here and have your bottle, NOW."

Kurt looked shocked, but quickly climbed up on the sofa from the floor. Blaine pulled Kurt on top of him, and slid him down to a comfortable feeding position.

Blaine slipped the bottle between Kurt's lips. Kurt bought his hand up to hold on to it, but Blaine firmly pushed them away, "I'll do it for you now, baby, and once you've grown up a little, maybe you can have a turn at holding it." Blaine held Kurt in one arm and the bottle in the other and waited for Kurt to suck. One look at Kurt's eyes told Blaine that he was going to be pushed on this one.

"Come on , honey," Blaine cooed gently, "you've got to have a bottle before bedtime, come on...drink it all up for Blaine..." Kurt stay perfectly still, refusing to suck on the teat. Blaine tried once more.

"Kurt, if you don't have your bottle, you're going to be in trouble with Blaine...we don't want that do we?" Kurt glared at Blaine through his eyebrows, but shook his head slightly.

"Come on then, drink it all up and then we can go take a bath," Blaine said softly. Kurt still refused, Blaine set the bottle down and looked at Kurt sternly.

"Anything to say?" Blaine demanded, Kurt bit his lip nervously and shook his head.

"Fine," said Blaine, moving to sit on the coffee table, "come here," Kurt stood up and made his way over to Blaine, and without being told, leant himself forward over Blaine's knee as he had done on so many previous occasions. Blaine picked up the pacifier from beside him and handed it to Kurt, who quickly started sucking for all his worth, he knew what was coming.

Blaine brought his hand down onto Kurt's padded backside. Kurt jumped and sucked on his pacifier. Blaine had used a lot more power in his smack than usual to try and compensate for the additional padding. He brought his hand down again, Kurt sucked harder. Once again, Kurt felt his diaper start to tent. A fourth, and tears started to well in his eyes – he concentrated harder than ever on sucking the life out of the pacifier. A fifth, and he felt Blaine rub his hand firmly over his soft butt.

Blaine pulled Kurt up, and looked at him. "Bottle?" he asked sweetly, as if nothing had just happened. Kurt nodded as Blaine sat back on the sofa and held his arms out for Kurt. Kurt climbed on, still sucking the pacifier for all he was worth. He leant back into Blaine, and let his man remove the pacifier and replace it with the large rubber teat. Kurt sucked this time.

It was hard work though, it seemed to Kurt that each suck only bought a small amount of liquid. Blaine watched as Kurt sucked on the teat for all he was worth. He watched Kurt's cheeks hollow out with the pressure, he watched as Kurt's brow furrowed in deep concentration, as if willing the fluid out, and he watched as every so often Kurt swallowed and his adam's apple bobbed quickly in his throat. It didn't take long before Blaine felt himself go hard.

Eventually, Kurt finished the last of the milk. Blaine sat him up against the cushions.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear. Kurt shook his head and let a smile slowly creep across his face.

Okay, just a little introduction really. Smut to come, no pun intended.

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