Will knew that this McKinley wasn't his place. He belonged at McKinley three years earlier, but now it was too late. He left the choir room and walked through the halls. He saw Santana Lopez making out with some guy. He saw Mike Chang walking down the hallway to a rhythm that was in his head. He saw Mercedes crying to herself by her locker. He was tempted to tell Mercedes to talk to that blond janitor, but he decided that he had meddled enough for one day. Instead he walked straight to the parking lot and got into his car.
It was raining. Will turned the wipers on and backed out of his parking space. He got on the road and started driving. As he drove home, he thought about Artie and Tina, and wondered if they were really happy together. He thought about Mercedes, and how he had destroyed her relationship with Kurt. He thought about Quinn and how he had destroyed her relationship with Finn. He thought about Rachel, and how he had given her something she wanted badly and then snatched it away from her. He thought about Emma, who was with Ken, and always would be. He thought about Terri, who he so dreaded coming home to. He thought about a lot of things, but what he didn't think about was the car that was coming directly towards him. He heard the honking of a horn, the screeching of tires. He felt the airbag hitting his face. He saw nothing but darkness.
Nothing at all.