The next day for Blaine was long and boring, as expected. He was woken up early by a nurse, not Kate, who had been coming less and less the more times she got caught slacking off with Blaine. After being fed breakfast and his usual pills, Blaine spent the better half of five hours with a group of nurses, still no Kate, and his doctor. They tested his memory and knowledge first, before moving onto movement, and lastly his health, making sure it was safe for him to go home and return to school.

After passing all of the tests, Blaine was taken into the waiting room. He said in one of the chairs for about two house, while his parents spoke with the doctor and signed off on papers. Occasionally Kate would come to bring Blaine water or a snack and they would talk for a little. Other than that, Blaine was left to sit and watch the people around him.

"Alright, guys," Mr. Scheuster clapped his hands together. "Before we started rehearsal, Finn has an announcement. Finn?"

The tall boy stood from his seat next to Rachel and walked to the front of the choir room, all eyes on him. "Uh, yeah. As I'm sure you've all heard, Blaine has been in the hospital," Kurt's stomach twisted at the mention of Blaine's name, while the rest of the Glee Club mumbled and nodded confirmation and their respect. "He has minor head and arm injuries and amnesia, but he will be back in school tomorrow. So as a mini, last minute assignment, Mr. Schue and I decided to do songs that describe us to help him remember."

"Dibs on I'm The Greatest Star!" Rachel called, then leaned back in her chair with a satisfied smirk.

"Right," Finn smiled at his girlfriend. "And also, just don't act weird around Blaine, try to act as normal as possible. But, help him if he's lost." By that point Kurt felt like he was going to vomit, scream, cry and faint all at once. A horrid sound was building inside him, waiting to be released or given a valid reason to be smothered. Lucky, the reason came.

"Do you know how long his memory will be gone?" Mercedes asked.

"Uh.. I think his mom said surrounding him with familiar things will bring it back and of course time." Mercedes nodded. This news was little comfort to Kurt, but it was a start. He now saw hope that Blaine might remember him and love him again.

"Great! Thank you, Finn. I'm sure we are all looking forward to seeing Blaine again!" Mr. Schuester said, taking the floor once again.

Coming home was something Blaine had been thinking about a lot since he was in the hospital. He didn't know how much his room had changed over the years and was anxious to find out. As it turns out, his room was still green walled and hard wood floored. He had apparently added more chestnut furnishing to his collection, including a desk, which was cluttered with books he doesn't remember reading, homework he has no idea how to do and pictures he doesn't remember taking. Most of the objects in Blaine's room were unsurprisingly foreign to him, he did recognize his collection of model cars and airplanes resting on his dresser, which used to seem much taller. The only other items in his room he recognized were his uncle's old record play, which Blaine inherited on his sixth birthday, and the records that go with it, and his guitar, which is brand new as far as he can remember. He sat down on the bed, which was now significantly larger and covered in sheets and pillows Blaine had never seen before. His nightstand held an abstract lamp and a tall stack of sheet music, but nothing compared to the mountain of it next to his guitar and the piano sitting in his living room, which he noticed on his way in and remembers his mom playing years ago. He decided to open the first drawer of the nightstand. Inside the drawer was a broken cell phone case, a harmonica, hot pink sunglasses and a journal, which Blaine opened to find it was blank, but had pages torn out of it. Blaine put the journal back and moved on to the second drawer of the dresser. The drawer was filled to the brim with Disney movies, much to Blaine's delight. The next drawer, however, drained Blaine's joy as well as all color from his face. The moment he saw the condoms and lube, he slammed the drawer shut and moved on to another part of his room. He moved on to his bookshelf, a place he assumed would be safe. The books all pretty much in recognizable to him, except a few comics. Bored with them, he went and sat down at his desk. He spent a moment debating whether or not he should check the drawers. He chose to risk it, opening the first drawer cautiously. Luckily, the drawer only contained extra school supplies. The next drawer was more journals, then more comics, the sheet music, they were all clear of any sex mechanisms. Pleased, he next wanted to see the clothes in his closet. Stepping into the walk on closet, Blaine soon discovered that he had a large variety of colored pants that didn't quite reach his ankles, way too many bowties and not enough socks. He next adventure would be his bathroom, but before he could, his mom called him down to dinner.

Sitting down to eat as a family was something Blaine remembered doing when he was growing up, what he doesn't remember is how rare that has become.

"Where's Cooper?" Blaine asked, once everyone was seated and eating, except his older brother, whom he has yet to see.

"Oh, um," his mother began, a little uncomfortably. She didn't continue, so Mr. Anderson was forced to explain.

"Your brother moved to LA to become some big Hollywood actor, but the only roles he ever lands are cheesy commercials with singing." Mr. Anderson grumbled, Cooper had been his favorite before he left, now Mr. Anderson doesn't have a favorite. He dislikes them both equally.

"Oh, does he know I'm okay?" Blaine asked.

"He doesn't know you were hurt." His dad snapped, "he never calls."

"I called him." Mrs. Anderson intervened, "he asked for you to call him once you were home from the hospital. You may do so after dinner." Blaine nodded and they entered a phase of silence.

Mrs. Anderson cleared her throat, trying to bring the life and conversation back to her dinner table. "So, sweetie," she began, sipping from her wine glass. "How does it feel to be home again?"

Blaine thought about his newly decorated room, "different." He answered.

"I'm sure it is. Do you like being seventeen?" She pestered, unphased by her son's simple answers.

"I guess."

"Excited to go back to school? Miss your friends?" She asked.

"Jesus, Sherri. Stop pestering the boy. He's probably hungry and tired, just let him eat so he can go to bed. It's a big day tomorrow." Mr. Anderson sighed, coming to Blaine's rescue.

"I'm sorry, Walter, I just want to know how my baby is." She cooed, pinching Blaine's cheek, much to Blaine's dismay. "We almost lost him." She whispered to her husband, in voice to low for Blaine to hear. He quickly finished his meal, just to be able to escape the unbearable tension between the entire family, which didn't previously exist. Once his food was gone, he wordlessly stood and left the table, his parents watching him.

He walked up stairs and into the study, where he knew he could be alone to call his brother. But sitting down in front of the phone, he realized he didn't know a number to call. He searched the office, checking everyone contact book and planner until he found the number he needed. He punched it in and started the call.

He picked up on the third ring. "Cooper?" Blaine asked in to the phone, the tiny voice of a broken child, lost and alone.

"Hey baby bro." Cooper said, his familiar, although aged, voice sent the tears sitting in Blaine's eyes rolling down his cheeks. "How do you feel?"

"Terrible." Blaine cracked, "why is everything so different? Why did have to change?"

"Nothing's really changed." Cooper answered.

"Yes it has, my room is different, my face is unreognizable, mom and dad, they- they fight, and Wes is gone too." Blaine began fully breaking down, letting out a muted sob.

"It's not change, it's ageing. And ignore mom and dad, they're old bitter people. And really they were always like that, we were just too young to notice." Cooper explained. Blaine sniffled, "hey, Blaine, stop crying. It's gonna be fine! And I promise as soon as I get the chance, I'll come visit you and take you out for lunch. How does that sound?"

"Okay," Blaine began to crack a smile, "yeah, thanks. I wish you still lived here."

"It sucks I'm not there now, sorry man." Cooper said, "but I gotta go, I'll try to call you again later."

"Bye Coop." The line went dead. Blaine put the phone down and walked to his room. Without even changing, he flopped onto his bed and went to sleep.