It was Monday morning, and the halls of McKinley High School were all but deserted.

Kids were in their third period classes, most of them suffering a strong case of senioritis, but still a few paid close attention, making end-of-the-year exams a top priority.

In Room I-105, a couple stood in front of the desk, sharing a sweet, loving kiss. Their arms were wrapped around each other, their eyes closed.

Will could feel Emma's cute smile against his lips. She gave a soft giggle and rested her forehead against her fiancée's. Her eyes still closed, she breathed in the scent of him. Just him. So wonderful. She sighed.

"We're gonna get in trouble for PDA," Emma whispered, partly joking but partly serious.

Will chuckled and shushed her with another tender kiss. His arms snaked down to her behind where his hands rested lightly.

"Everyone's in class," he murmured in response. "No one can see us, Em." He kissed her again, lightly, not able to stop himself. Emma smiled again. Will was right. Even though her office walls were unfortunately made of glass, not one person was in the halls of McKinley at that moment. No one was watching them.

She kissed Will back, gently sucking on his lower lip, clasping her hands together around his neck. She stood on tiptoes, even with her heels on. After a few minutes, she reluctantly pulled away from him with a teasing smile.

"Still… we're in our workplace Will," she said, giving him one last kiss before walking around to sit behind the desk.

Will looked at her lustfully, his eyes darkened slightly, so in love with her. His mouth curved into a smile. No matter. She was all his. He could kiss her any time he wanted to. And he loved knowing that. He plopped down into one of the chairs in front of Emma's desk, just as he often did when he had a free period.

Emma was stacking up some pamphlets, organizing them alphabetically into her drawers.

"So, what's new?" Emma started up playful conversation.

"All the Glee kids are talking about prom. It's literally all they can talk about. It's crazy," Will told her. He loved how Emma cared so much about everything Will was invested in. She supported him through everything, no matter what, and he was so grateful for it.

Emma smiled, still shuffling around the pamphlets.

"Yeah, it's so cool how a tradition like that is still around. I remember when we were kids, prom was such a big deal, and now it hasn't lessened at all in importance."

Will chuckled, remembering his teenage years.

"Oh gosh, I remember it was like a contest to see who could come up with the most creative way of asking someone to prom. And now… it's the exact same way. Except the guys are even more creative now."

Emma bit her lip and gave a small smile. "I never went to prom…"

Will's eyes widened. "What? Why not? That's like… a rite of passage. Didn't anyone ask you?"

"Um… no… not really. I uh… well, I didn't have a date and I wasn't about to go alone so… yeah." Emma blushed, so embarrassed.

Will was shocked, to say the least. Emma without a date? He couldn't imagine how everyone wouldn't be fighting over her beauty, intelligence, and adorableness. An idea formed inside his head and a smile creeped onto Will's face.

"Are you laughing at me? Do you think I'm pathetic?" Emma whacked his head with a pamphlet, trying to hold back a smile. He was such a goof.

"No! No way, I promise I'm not! I just… I just thought of something else." Will said, shielding himself from Emma's playful whacks.

"Oh yeah?" Emma held the pamphlet in her hand, unconvinced, ready to whack Will again. She bit her lip to keep from laughing.

"We should chaperone the prom this year. Figgins said he needs chaperones, and it'll be fun. The Glee kids are gonna perform, and Brittany told me she's working on a really cool theme."

Emma's smile faded and she went back to organizing her pamphlets.

"Oh… I don't know. I think that would be kind of… scary. Besides, I'm sure a lot of other teachers will volunteer to chaperone." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Come on Em, it'll be fun!" Will protested, leaning forward in the chair.

Emma shrugged, looking down at her pamphlets. The truth was, Emma did want to go to prom. She had always wanted to go to prom. And in high school, when the guy she had had a massive crush on had asked another girl, Emma had been crushed. And even though she was entirely happy with Will now, she did not want to go to a high school prom and be reminded of everything she didn't have in high school.

Will wasn't going to take no for an answer. He could tell Emma was tackling an internal battle, and although it confused him, he wanted to make his fiancée happy.

He went around to Emma's side of the desk and knelt down, brushing aside a ginger lock that had fallen over Emma's eyes.

Slowly, he moved his head closer to hers, taking her hand. Before Emma knew it, Will's face was inches from hers, and she was subconsciously staring at his delicious red lips, willing him to kiss her.

"What if… I promised you a dance? At least one." Will whispered seductively, his breath dancing on Emma's lips. Emma breathed in, still love struck by Will after three years. The though of sharing a romantic slow dance with Will was indeed lovely, and his cool breath on her lips was intoxicating.

She nodded her eyes wide, her lips parted slightly.

"Okay?" Will said softly.

"O…okay," Emma breathed, evoking a satisfied smile from Will.

"Alright then. I'll see you at lunch." Will lingered for a moment, then moved in toward Emma, only to stand up and walk right past her, his lips so close to hers she could almost taste them. He closed her glass office door behind him, looking back at her with a sly smile before he walked away.

Emma sat behind her desk, he mouth still slightly open, her cheeks pink. She grinned and shook her head, reminded of a time about two years ago quite similar to this one. That goofball.

"Dude, I thought of the coolest way to ask Mercedes to prom," Sam was saying to the guys of the New Directions. They were in the choir room, and some of the boys were grouped in the corner chatting before practice started.

"Think you can top how Shane asked her to formal? Good luck." Puck added with an eye roll. "That dude thinks he's so cool…"

Sam smiled and rested his chin on his fist, looking out into space.

"Dude," he looked over at each of the guys excitedly. "This will top anything."

Will stood outside of his office, overhearing the guys' conversation about prom. His eyebrows furrowed and he blinked slowly. What an amazing idea! He could ask Emma to prom in the cutest way possible, just like they were in high school again.

Letting out a successful breath, he grinned and clapped his hands together to get Glee club practice started.

It was lunch time, and Emma was walking past the courtyard of McKinley to get to the Attendance Office to drop off some call slips. Suddenly, a crowd began to form on one side of the courtyard.

The word "Prom?" was written on the ground with water, and a boy was dressed up in a full tuxedo, holding flowers out to a blushing girl who was smiling from ear to ear. The girl nodded happily and they shared a sweet hug.

Emma watched the scene from afar as the crowd around them clapped and cheered. The boy was smiling and high-fiving his friends, and the girl could not wipe that grin off her face, burying her nose in the flowers, chattering with her friends.

Emma stood at the top of the courtyard, feeling like she was a senior in high school all over again. She hated prom season. In high school, it felt like every day some girl was asked to prom, in such a cute, creative way, and every day Emma waited for that girl to be her. But it never was.

Who am I kidding? Emma thought bitterly. Who would've asked me anyways? I was a boring nerd with fire for hair.

She shook her head and walked out of the courtyard, wiping a tear from her eye.

Will stood at the bottom of the courtyard. He had been watching Emma throughout the whole ordeal, and he hated seeing her sad. With a frown on his face, he shook his head and walked back to class.

It was the next morning, and Emma was driving to school alone. Will had said something about grading some papers and he had left quite early for school, leaving Emma to drive to school separately.

Emma had stayed in the shower a little longer than usual that morning, dreading going to work again and seeing more people getting asked to prom, so she was running a little bit later than usual.

Pulling into the parking lot, Emma hurried into her office, finding a pink post-it on her door.

Emma: Go to the place where we had our first conversation.

Her eyebrow cocked, recognizing Will's scrawling handwriting, and she gave a confused smile, holding the post-it in her hand. She put her purse down and walked over to the teacher's lounge. On the coffee pot was an identical pink post-it. She peeled it off of the coffee maker and read it.

Remember when you yelled at Figgins to keep the Glee club going?

Emma bit her lip, smiling, and she headed over to Figgins office, where another pink note was stuck to his door.

Our first kiss together.

Emma's cheeks tinted pink as she remembered Will's surprise sneak attack. Walking over to the hallway, she found another note on the window.

Remember when you told me you wanted to 'do the nasty' with me?

Emma's lips parted and she giggled at the embarrassing memory. Holding all of the notes tightly in her hand, she tried to hold herself back from skipping as she headed over to the school courtyard, stopping on the stairs, searching for another note somewhere.

But she was distracted by something else. All of the students walking, sitting, or talking in the courtyard had stopped whatever they were doing and had their eyes trained up in the sky.

Suddenly, her eyes spotted the final pink post-it, on the side of the stair. She went down a few steps to peel it off of the stairwell.

Look up, Emma.

Emma tilted her head towards the sky, shielding her eyes from the sun with her small hand. It was sky writing. A jet was looping around in the clear blue sky, leaving a message behind it. With each letter, Emma's heart jumped. Could it be…?

P… R…

Emma looked around the courtyard curiously, only to find that every single student had their eyes trained on the sky.

O… M…

It wasn't for her. It couldn't be for her. That was silly. Besides, Will was nowhere to be seen.

But the jet wasn't done. He began to write a new word, and as it slowly but surely spelled out her name in the sky with clouds, Emma's hand flew to her mouth.

PROM, EMMA?

And before she knew it, Will appeared out of nowhere at the bottom of the staircase with a huge, goofy smile covering his adorable face. He was holding a big, beautiful bouquet of flowers, and he shrugged, still smiling hugely. With his other hand, he got out a small black device and held it up to his mouth. When he spoke, his voice boomed over the loudspeaker, spreading over the entire school.

"Emma Pillsbury, will you go to Prom with me?"

He held out his hands, offering the flowers out. A large crowd had gathered around the stairs, but neither of them even noticed.

With her hand still over her mouth, a tear escaped Emma's eye. She looked at him with so much love in her eyes, then couldn't take it any longer. Taking two steps at a time, she flew down the stairs and threw her arms around her perfect fiancé.

"Yes. Yes, you goofball, of course I will!" she said in between sobs as students clapped and hooted around them. She leaned in to give him a passionate, romantic kiss. Will smiled and wiped the tears from Emma's cheeks, evoking a sheepish giggle from her.

"I love you so much," she murmured against Will's smiling lips.

"I love you too, sweetie."

The crowd began to dissipate, and the students of McKinley were all involuntarily smiling at the cuteness that had just occurred in their courtyard.

"Gosh, that is just freaking adorable. A teacher romance," one girl said to her friend as they walked to class.

Will and Emma stood there for a while with their arms around each other, admiring Will's handiwork in the sky. Emma's cheeks were beginning to hurt from grinning so much, but she barely even noticed. It was finally her turn to be happy.

Sequel coming soon