It’s something that has always been a part of
his life. A fundamental element of Blaine
as a person.
He can sit,
and breathe – and remember. He can see himself. Short and chubby.
Four-years-old in his lime-green and yellow spotted bowtie, his patent shoes so
shiny that they reflect the sunlight. He’s small. Very small. But teeming with enthusiasm; sitting
cross-legged in the middle of his old bedroom, tiny fingers gripping the handle
of a hand-painted teapot.
“Afternoon tea, Mister?”
are filled to the brim with only his imagination – nothing palpable. But it’s
okay. His face is too bright with laughter, cheeks too rosy and lifted with
smiles to notice. He’s lovely. He’s happy.
And he is babbling
like a chirping baby bird to his dead
Title: You’ve Got My Head Spinning Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 4200 Warnings: daddy!kink, infantilism, diapering, frottage, rimming, anal sex Summary: Next part of this verse. Blaine and Kurt are in a 24/7 Daddy/baby relationship, and tonight after his bath, Kurt wants special time with his Daddy. A/N: Please read the warnings. This involves consensual sex between Kurt and Blaine who are in a 24/7 infantilism relationship. If that is not your type of thing… please skip over. Thank you to slightestwind for all the encouragement along the way and looking it over for me. And alittledizzy for reading it over in advance, too. ♥ (Yes, I keep stealing lyrics from ‘All of Me’ for these titles.)
At times, it was hard for Blaine to think of himself as a superhero.
It just felt very self-righteous to call himself that. Yes, he did have super powers – and he did save people as well, which did make him a hero, but putting the two together…well, Blaine had always been a comic book nerd. He couldn’t really put himself in the shoes of Batman, Ironman or Thor so easily, he supposed.
It was especially weird moving to New York and essentially “moving up” in the world of superheroing. He used to do small time stuff in his hometown – saving people from burning buildings that were too dangerous for the firefighters, one bank heist, helping out the cops once and a while – but New York City was the big leagues. Westerville, Ohio was nothing in comparison. There were other superheroes here.