Dummy
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They're just fun to play with.
A/N: I'm trying to get myself into the mind of Emma. This is only my second piece in the Glee-verse, second to "Pause". Again, in the voice of Emma, this takes place shortly after the final moments of 1.13 – "Sectionals".
I am also looking for a beta, to help edit my pieces and maybe to help guide my ideas. If you're interested, let me know.
"I'm no dummy," she said to herself, a little too loudly. She was the only one around, of course. She paced back and forth in her apartment, stockinged feet making the softest sound along the floorboards. "I know what I'm doing," she said adamantly, with a point of her finger to no one.
Emma was still reeling from what happened only an hour ago. That fateful moment in the hall way of her once place of employment. That moment that sent her into a tailspin of confusion and caught her completely off guard. She thought it was settled with, "You just left your wife."
"I thought it was settled!" she flopped down onto a chair; normal straightened figure slouched, rested on the table. Her scarlet hair pooled around her arms where her head rested on the surface. Her fingers rapped against the table, face shadowed by her arms. When she saw him charging towards her in the hallway, she could feel her heart in her throat. It was like a sequence in a movie, all that a girl could ask for.
Emma took a deep breath in and sighed, lifting her head. She pulled the table cloth back into its rightful place with a little too much force. She blamed Terri, though Emma knew it wasn't her fault. She blamed Ken, but the blame kept turning around on her. She closed her eyes, gripping the edge of the table.
Her mind raced with that kiss. That kiss is what she'd wanted, what she'd been waiting for, but what awful timing. Why now? She snorted to herself, shaking her head and looking up to the ceiling. It would be my luck. Now, out of all times.
Once the kiss happened, she'd placed her hands on Will's chest and said she needed time. "I need to think and you-", as badly as she wanted it, as she wanted him, "-need space. And you need time." She had to nearly peel herself away from him. The look on his face was a mixture of disappointment and pain. She'd offered the slightest ghost of a smile before picking up her box of belongings and heading out the door.
"I am no dummy," she reiterated to herself. "It's for the best." Her thoughts mulled over in her head. In time, things will come to be what they will be. She knew that they needed to be apart to make things right.