Hey well first off this story is not only SLASH but there is DIAPER PLAY and some WATERSPORTS. Not to mention BED WETTING! So please do not flame. I love KURT/BLAINE and this was something of a plot bunny in my mind for a while so I decided to write it after it would just NOT leave me alone. Enjoy. Rating is R(M) for a reason.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was. Please don't sue.
He blinked and looked at his alarm clock. It was 04:15am. The bright lights from the clock hurt his eyes. He was about to turn away and go back to sleep when he felt something cold. Horror quickly settled on his face as he realised what it was he was feeling.
"No...no...no..." he started muttering to himself. If he had been on his own, then perhaps he wouldn't be freaking out like this but in this instance Blaine was in the bed also. What was he going to do? He just wet the bed. The bed his brand new boyfriend was sharing with him after his dad had allowed Blaine to stay over. His breathing grew shallow. Without realising he had hugged his knees to himself slipping the bedcovers further down the bed allowing the massive wet spot to be seen in the moonlight.
When an arm curled around his shoulders he jumped and nearly screamed. Then in his panic induced haze he recognised said boyfriend and that just made things so much worse.
"I'm sorry, I'm so, so, so sorry. I can't believe I did this. Oh God you must hate me." I really was struggling to breathe. Then I felt him pulling me closer almost sitting me in his lap. I struggled, not wanting perfect Blaine to feel my shame.
"Shh...It's okay. It was just an accident. It's okay. I don't hate you. I could never hate you." Over and over he whispered to me and I found my breathing returned to normal. However, this just allowed the shame to fill me even more.
"Blaine, I'm sorry. I should have told you. I never should have let you sleep here. I just thought...I mean it had been a while. Oh God, can you ever forgive me?" I look away from his face, not wanting to see the disgust in his eyes.
"Kurt, listen to me. It's okay. I promise you, I don't mind. Really I don't. Okay, so stop beating yourself up about it. I still love you! I always will and this won't change anything."
I find myself believing his words. "Really?"
"Yes, really; I wet the bed myself 'till I was 14. So it's okay." I couldn't believe just how great Blaine was being.
"It started after my mom..." I hesitate, but his calm face makes me want to continue. "...it was really bad for a while. Every night. Then it started to get better. Now it's only when I'm really stressed or worried..." I bite my lip wondering if I should say anymore. However, Blaine has been so great I think maybe I can be completely honest with him. "...but then at McKinely...the bullying. It got so much worse. Most of us in the Glee club keep a change of clothes in our lockers. It's betting than staying in slushy stained clothes anyway, but that's just a good excuse for me having them."
I look at Blaine, one of the things I love best about him is the way he focuses so totally on our conversations. I can see him thinking and better yet, I can see him accepting.
"You, have accidents...during the day?" He asks. I nod my head in agreement. Unable to control the blush working itself down my neck. "Oh Kurt, it must have been so difficult for you. How'd you keep people from finding out?" I bite my lip.
"Luck I suppose. A lot of Luck." I squirm uncomfortably in my wet clothes.
"Why don't you go get a shower? I'll change the bed, okay?" Blaine looks at me with those eyes and I find myself agreeing and moving off to the bathroom.
It was a week since I had disgraced myself. However, since my confession I had started to feel a little better about my situation. After all, if Blaine had really wet the bed 'till he was 14, this was something else which would bring them together, right?
Kurt, my parents are gone away for the weekend. I'm house sitting. Want to keep me company? –Blaine
I look at my phone and smile. Spending time with Blaine was always a good thing. I ask my dad can I go and ten minutes later I'm in the navigator driving towards Blains house.
"Hi." I say when he opens the door.
"Hey Kurt. Come in. I'm glad you came." I'm lead up stairs to his room and I sit on the bed.
"So, what are we going to do this weekend?" I look at Blaine with a smile. That's when I see how nervous Blaine looks. "Blaine? What's wrong?"
"Kurt, you know I love you?"
"I love you too. Please, tell me?"
"Kurt, after last week..." I freeze.
"Oh God I knew it! You want nothing more to do with me right?"
"What? No; of course not. I love you. Just please list to what I have to say." I calm down. "Right, well after last week I got to thinking. I know you're still not comfortable with...everything, and to be honest, I still get embarrassed over my own situation. I'd like to try and fix that."
"How?" I ask, genuinely curious now.
"Well...don't freak out okay. It's just an idea, but well I bought some adult diapers and I thought we could use them this weekend." I blink.
"Excuse me? Use them?" I can't be hearing this right. Can I?
"Err...well yes. Not for b-bowel movements or anything like that but you know. I thought maybe if we did that and knew both of us where doing it, then maybe we both could get more comfortable with our situations. What do you think?" I'm shocked, I think to myself. But then as embarrassing as it's likely to be I can't help but think that maybe Blaine is right. After all, if we're both doing it, there won't be anything to tease about. I hope. Plus, I can't help but think I would be nice to not worry about wetting the bed...or myself for that matter.
"Okay." Blaine looks surprised. I doubt he thought I'd agree so quickly.
"Okay." I repeat. "We'll do it."
"Really?" He almost sounds excited. Interesting I think to myself. I'll have to remember that.
"Yes...now go get those diapers before I change my mind." I see him blush and watch as he reaches into his wardrobe and pulls out a large package of adult diapers. He takes out two and hands one to me. I take it and I'm surprised to feel how soft it is. I let out a shuddering breath. I won't deny that I'm nervous.
"You sure you're okay with this?" he asks me.
"Yes. Just, how should we do this?" I lift the diaper slightly as I talk.
"Erm, I can go into the bathroom first if you want. Then you can do it. Okay?" I agree. When Blaine comes out of the bathroom I nearly choke on air. He's wearing his shirt and the diaper, but nothing else.
"Is this okay?" He asks. "It's just that I thought since we both knew what was going on and since we have to house to ourselves for the weekend..." His sentence trails off. He looks so vulnerable and I realise that he started all this for me. I stand up and put my arms around him.
"I think I just fell in love you all over again." I say. I kiss his cheek and slip away into the bathroom only to emerge in my shirt and diaper. It's oddly freeing and when I see Blaine's eyes on me I know I've done the right thing. He smiles, gives me a kiss and grabs my hand. We spend the morning downstairs watching Disney movies and exchanging kisses whenever we felt like it. It was amazing. But, that's when I felt it. I knew I wouldn't last long. I needed the toilet.