Finishing paper work and allowing a few sips of coffee occasionally interrupt. Sighing and constantly having life dragged from him, Will Schuester had been caught in a trance many times and often could not blame himself. This was a sorrowful reality, being a bachelor with a deadbeat last-resort career. It jabbed him in the part of your heart where passion lies.
He moaned, dropping his pen in relief. Finally another day's worth of work had been finished.
"Hey, guys!" Will smiled to the aquarium beside him. He gazed around, his eyes following the rainbow of magnificent fish dashing in the water. Mack, a red betta fish and his definite favorite, had swam up to the glass and seemed to be waving his fins hello. It always made Will chuckle a little.
Will was aware that he may have been a little eccentric. Though, there was no crime involved to his small fish obsession and ability to love them more than anything currently. Ever since his wife had divorced him two years prior, having pets seemed to return mirth in the home - with betta, molly, platy and clown fishes being the simplest to maintain and non-threatening to him or others.
He had been a mostly satisfied man. Except for just one cavity running through his life, a cavity unable to be filled or even diagnosed.