god any daddy!klaine always
“Okay, you wanna help Papa?” Blaine sets his stinky little son on the changing table and holds him steady with one hand while he reaches over to grab a clean diaper, the wipes, and the diaper cream. He hands the cream and the new diaper to his three-year-old daughter, Emmy, who’s eager to help. “Hold these for Papa and give them to me when I ask, okay?"
"Kay,” Emmy agrees. She can totally handle that. She scrunches up her nose in displeasure as Blaine takes the stinky diaper off and wipes down her little brother. “Spencer so stinky!"
"Yes, he is!” Blaine agrees readily.
“What dis for?” Emmy asks, turning the cream bottle over in her hand.
Blaine glances down as he continues cleaning up Spencer. “That’s to help Spencer’s skin stay nice and soft and healthy. It’s like Daddy’s face cream, but… for your butt.”
Emmy giggles in amusement at that. “You said butt. Dat’s so silly.” She hands it up when Blaine asks for it though and then starts examining the diaper. She remembers having to wear these things, but she uses the potty like a big girl now. These might make cool hats though. She gives it a try and sticks it on top of her head, still giggling madly. “Emmy is a pwincess!” she sings happily, dancing her way around the room.
Blaine cleans his fingers of cream only to look down and discover his helper has disappeared on him, instead opting to do some sort of tribal chant around the nursery with a diaper crown. “Well… okay then."
Just then, Kurt steps into the doorway and takes note of the situation. All he can do is break out in laughter. "So, how’s the quick diaper change going?"
"Oh, splendidly,” Blaine replies with a little smirk. “Could you get me another diaper?"
Kurt does as requested and helps Blaine get Spencer all squared away before he goes after his daughter. She’s squirming everywhere, but he gets her in his arms to carry her back down to dinner.
Emmy throws her arms out and shouts to anyone who’ll listen. "Emmy is da diaper queen!"