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When Blaine opened his eyes, he was struck by the feeling of blankness that he felt. It wasn't just the absence of pain. It was like he couldn't feel at all. Not pain, not his body, not any type of emotion. There was just….blankness.

"Blaine?"

Blaine turned his hand and hazel eyes widened when he spotted his mother sitting beside him.

"Mom?" he asked and winced when his voice cracked. His mother gave him a wavering smile.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Fine," Blaine said. "What are you doing here?"

"Your roommate called us and said that you'd been in a car crash. We came as soon as we could. We've been here since midnight."

"What time is it now?" Blaine asked. There was no sunlight streaming into the room but he didn't know if that was because it was still dark out or because the curtains were closed.

"Around four in the morning."

"Did Dad come?" Blaine asked. Looking around the room, he quickly realized that it was just him and his mother. His mother nodded.

"He and Cooper went to go find something to drink and have a talk," she said. Blaine frowned.

"You mean argue," he stated dully.

"No, I mean talk," his mother stated firmly. "They've done all of their arguing already. Your friend Kurt made it very clear that they shouldn't be around you if they were fighting."

"Kurt's here?" Blaine's eyes widened. He hadn't really expected that, but to be honest, he wasn't surprised.

"With your roommate. They've been here ever since they got word of your accident. What happened, Blaine? Normally you're so careful driving."

"I was tired," Blaine said. "Must've fallen asleep at the wheel." His mother frowned at the explanation but Blaine wasn't about to tell her the real reason. He didn't need nor want the lecture about the dangers of texting and driving.

"The nurses said that they'll be by with breakfast around seven but if you don't like it, I'm sure I could convince your brother to sneak something in for you." Blaine smiled at that.

"I guess this means I won't be going to class," he remarked. "So much for midterms."

His mother frowned at the comments and Blaine wondered if she was going to suggest that he try anyways. He knew that she wouldn't like him just giving up on his classes like that.

"Your brother and friends have been telling us some things," she said. "Are you really as miserable as they say you are?"

Hazel eyes stared at her in surprise.

"What?" he asked, not sure if he had understood.

"Are you happy?" his mother asked bluntly.

Blaine thought for a moment. He didn't need to think about his answer but he wondered if he was ready to tell his parents that he didn't want what they wanted for him.

"No," he admitted after a few seconds. "I hate my classes. I hate business in general. I was only studying it because that's what you and Dad expected me to do."

"We just wanted you to be successful," his mother said sadly. "We didn't realize that we were putting so much pressure on you."

"I'm not even twenty yet," Blaine informed his mother. "I'm not even legally allowed to drink. Why do I have to have my life planned out already?" His mother didn't respond. Instead she gazed at him as if seeing him for the first time.

"I'll talk to your father," she said. "But I'll do my best to support you from now on. I just want what's best for you."

"I know," Blaine said. "But you need to realize that sometimes I know what's best for me more than you do." It was surreal having this discussion with his mother. Blaine had tried to imagine all the different ways it would go but this scenario had never made it into those imaginations.

Blaine's mother gave a soft smile before stifling a yawn behind her hand. Blaine sighed as he looked at the clock.

"I suppose it's too early for visiting hours or to call my professors?" he asked mildly. He didn't really care about the answer but he needed something to change the topic away from the heaviness of the previous conversation.

"I'm sure your friends will be in as soon as they're allowed," his mother said. "And don't worry about your professors. Your father and I will talk to the school."

"Why the school?" Blaine wondered. "I'm sure I could work out times to turn everything in and to retake my finals. This probably counts as an excused absence."

"The doctors don't think you'll be ready to leave the hospital for another week," his mother stated. "There was some internal bleeding and broken ribs that nearly punctured your lung. They're still not convinced that everything's completely stable. To give you some time to heal, it might be best to pull you out for the semester."

Blaine's eyes widened. He hadn't realized things were that serious. He was still under that haze of feeling nothing but blankness.

"But we already paid tuition," he protested. "I don't want you and Dad to waste all that money."

"Don't worry about it, sweetie." His mother ran a hand through Blaine's curls. "Besides, if you're that miserable with your current classes, you would just suffer through finishing them up. I'm sure we can work something out with the school."

Blaine would have protested more but a yawn cut him off. His mother glanced at him knowingly.

"Go back to sleep," she said. "We'll talk more later. You need to rest now."

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