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Kurt Hummel stalked on through the kitchen, he wasn't going to eat but now that he thought about it, when HAD he last eaten? "it couldn't have been more then 5 hours, I'm not even hungry" He thought to himself. He passed on through going straight to his office and working on his new line of clothes. "The Green Line" he thought as he continued working and inwardly praising himself on his work while patronizing himself as well. He worked so focused he never heard his boyfriend come in the front door a couple hours later.
Blaine smiled hopefully and searched for his boyfriend around the house, calling out to him and looking for any sign, even just a note or something. He sighed as he finally deduced the only place Kurt could be. "Working" Blaine sighed heavily, going to try the door and not the least bit surprised to find it locked. With another sigh and shake in disbelief of his head he went to make dinner for himself and Kurt in hopes to be joined by his boyfriend at some point.
He soon finished cooking the spaghetti and put it on two plates, as they cooled Blaine went to knock on the door in hopes to break the spell work held over Kurt. He gave up after a few minutes of knocking and calling, residing to eat his meal and put Kurt's in the refrigerator. He thought about trying to get Kurt before bed but decided it was hopeless, he brushed his teeth and went to shower, beyond hope that the sound of the water would stir Kurt from his trance, which of course it didn't. Once dry and dressed for bed Blaine climbed into bed for the night.
Kurt woke with a start. It was very dark and for a second he didn't know where he was. Then his eyes adjusted a little to the light, or lack thereof. "I must have fallen asleep working" he reasoned with himself before frowning guiltily a little. "Poor Blaine spent all afternoon alone and he warned me about doing this. He is going to hate me." he whispered to himself. Kurt slowly rose from his chair, cracking the unused muscles in his back and muscles in his arms and feeling the relief before quietly exiting the room. He went down to the bathroom and ran a bath as silently as he could. He quickly stripped off his clothes and got in the warm water. He sighed and made a mental note to eat a big breakfast tomorrow before work.
Blaine woke the next day, earlier then usual but he always did that on his days off, almost like his body did so automatically for the purpose of savoring the relaxation of lazing the day away. The sun was just peaking over the horizon of the window, leaving the sky in a pink and gold color dance. He smiled and went to the bathroom for a shower. But upon opening the door the smile was immediately gone and all thoughts of any sort of hygienic practice was abandoned as he ran over to his deeply pruned boyfriend fast asleep in near icy bath water, presumably all night. He was relieved to find that Kurt had not gone under water in his sleep, but surprised given Kurt's history as a restless sleeper. He quickly checked for a pulse, glad to find a decent rate. He quickly and carefully removed Kurt from the water and dried him as gently but as much as possible before dressing him in his warmest pajamas. Once dressed in the admittedly cute onsie Kurt designed himself from magenta fabric, Blaine tucked in the sleeping boy and took his temperature via an ear thermometer.
Relieved to find him normal temperature, Blaine really saw no immediate need to rush his boyfriend to the nearest hospital. But he had to do SOMETHING. But the question he could not answer; was what?
Blaine decided to research on his laptop what to do about taking care to make sure Kurt never does this again. In his search he ended up as he expected on what he could only describe as the weird side of the internet and came across a truly weird and borderline freakish, yet intriguing term. "Infantilism" Blaine whispered to himself. After some thinking he decided "perfect." Now all he had to do was get the necessary items and call his work to arrange working from home from then on out.
Blaine made quick work of getting his boss to agree that he work from home-his boss being none other then David Karofsky was happy to allow this for the sake of Kurt- Blaine wondered why he needed an office in the first place being an advertisement producer. With a friendly goodbye and a few worried questions Blaine hung up the phone after Dave offered quite generously to help anytime. Dave felt as though he still owed Kurt from his horrible actions of bullying so long ago.
Blaine smiled and accepted, knowing he may need it. He invited him for dinner in a week's time to see the progress for himself-to which Dave accepted- Blaine then hung up and immediately went about ordering online what he didn't think he would find in a store. He bought a play pen that was redesigned to contain an adult and hold an adult's weight, an adult sized crib and separate bed rails for nighttime, an adult sized highchair, and a pacifier that was designed specifically for the mouth of an adult with teeth. Once he couldn't think of anything else he clicked the One Day Rush checkbox and decided to wake Kurt to eat.
Kurt woke confused and hungry, he blushed as he slowly remembered last night as he stammered an apology to Blaine as well as an assurance that he was feeling fine, just a bit hungry. Though that was horrifically understated, which Blaine knew. Blaine picked Kurt up with ease-he was so light- and carried him to the kitchen, sitting him in a chair. Blaine quickly reheated the spaghetti using a glass of water in the microwave with it to keep the spaghetti from drying out, he knew Kurt would hate if it did. Once ready Blaine removed the spaghetti from the microwave, dumping out the water and serving the spaghetti to Kurt.
Blaine decided to start Kurt's "therapy" was all he could think to call it at the moment, right away. He got out a fork and wrapped some spaghetti around it before offering it to Kurt. Kurt found this strange but chalked it up as one of Blaine's smaller slightly unorthodox romantic gestures and accepted the bite. He assumed this would only go on for two or three bites and he would be given the fork to eat like the adult he was. He was wrong. Blaine kept feeding it to him, he even started cooing to him and making airplane noises, Kurt had enough, he was an adult!
"Blaine I can feed myself you know" Kurt said, refusing the bite of spaghetti offered to him.
Blaine smiled "don't be upsetti, eat some spaghetti" he said in his best Italian accent. This made Kurt giggle a little. "Just let me take care of you, please?" Blaine asked with his cutest puppy dog begging face.
Kurt never could resist that face and now was is no exception, he hesitantly opened his mouth to be feed, much to Blaine's pleasure as he proceeded to feed him with no more arguments until the spaghetti was gone.
Blaine smiled "good boy" he praised as he washed the dirty plate and fork. Kurt blushed at the comment, feeling a pleasant warm rush spread through his chest at the praise.
Kurt rubbed his eyes sleepily, standing and walking toward his office. Blaine caught his hand before ha got far "no no, to bed with you" he said sweetly as he carried his boyfriend back to their bed. Kurt wanted to protest but was asleep halfway to the bedroom.
Blaine smiled and laid the boy into the bed, tucking him in. Once Kurt was settled he grabbed the keys to his Prius and went out to the car, jumping inside and driving off to retrieve the rest of the needed items for Kurt...
TO BE CONTINUED