Stepping into the halls of McKinley when he has no obligation to feels, like, strange. He can’t get used to the idea that, if he wanted to, he could just run out the front doors yelling ‘poop’ or ‘boobs’ or ‘Figgins smells’.
He wouldn’t, you know, but at least there’s no risk of detention anymore.
At the same time, Finn feels grossly out of place. For a while he was totally psyched to get out of the hellhole known as high school, and then he started feeling all nostalgic and stuff, but now…
Now he just feels… empty. Lost is probably the word, but he tries to avoid using it, considering how much time he’s spent feeling completely and utterly fucking lost.
I’m with Rachel now. I mean, she’s a lot shorter than Quinn and she talks a lot, but I’m in love with her.