Will Schuester was never much of a runner. But he ran home faster than most Olympic athletes could have. He jumped into his old beat-up car and drove to Akron, Ohio. He got to Carmel just as the school day was ending. He had no idea where he would find the guidance counselor's office, but as if fate itself was guiding him, before he knew it, he was face to face with Emma Pillsbury.
"Will?"
"Emma!" He grabbed her and pulled her into a passionate kiss. She kissed him back for a few seconds but then she realized what she was doing.
"Will! What was that all about?"
"I love you, Emma."
"But we haven't seen each other in three years! You were in a coma!" He smiled at her.
"Now I'm not." He went in for another kiss, but she stopped him.
"Will, I'm married. You're married." She paused. "Aren't you married?"
"Yes, I'm…I'm married, but-but I don't want to be."
"Well I've wished you weren't married for years. But I had to deal with it. And then you were in the hospital. I didn't want to marry Ken, I really didn't, but I didn't think I would ever see you again. I couldn't even stay at McKinley, it reminded me so much of you."
"But don't you see? I'm back! We can be together now!"
"Will…I may not love Ken as much as I love you…but I did marry him. I promised to be with him forever and ever and that's what I'm going to do."
"But…I love you, Emma."
"I'm sorry."
Without another word, Will walked away. He got in his car and drove home. He walked into his house. Terri rushed up to him.
"Will! I've been worried sick about you!"
Will said nothing. He went into the bedroom, lay down on the bed, and quietly cried himself to sleep.