NEW YEAR'S KISS
1. Small World

"Get me your best and uh- strongest," ordered a woman with a smile that had shown she was already quite intoxicated as it is.

"Right away...m'am," the bartender replied with a nod.

The woman groaned then began laughing before groaning again. "Stop it," she ordered herself before laughing again. Her head pounded and the loud music and chatter in the bar didn't do much help either. Her elbow slipped off the edge and she could've burst her head open if the nice man who came out nowhere hadn't swooped to her rescue. "Woo! My hero," she laughed with a drunken grin. Her ginger hair covered her face and the man made do to move the strands away to reveal her young face. Not very young but young indeed. He assumed she was in her early-to-mid-twenties.

"You need to be more careful," the stranger warned with his yelled voice his eyes following her drink when the bartender slid it to her.

"And who are you? My father?" She snorted, sipping her beverage. "Who are you anyways? Lemme guess- some dude trying to get money from me...or get into my pants...or both..." Her fingers intwined with one another with a tired smile her chin resting on them with eyes locked with his hazily.

He chuckled and pointed his finger up to the bartender for a shot. He drank it all in gulp—of course—then ordered another. "No...and that's not very gentleman-like, yanno? Anyways," he drank his shot. "My name's Will, Will Schuester. And you, m'lady?"

"Emma...Pills–burry," she replied drowsily. His eyes popped, and his jaw dropped which made her giggle. She reached out and tapped the bottom of his chin. "What's wrong, Mister? You want to catch flies?" This time he chuckled. "Then what, hmmm?"

"It's just hard to believe how small the world is. Uhm, it's me- Will Schuester? You probably don't remember me, but we went to high school together. We were in a Theater class for a semester and-" her finger silenced him.

"Shhh...You talk too much and my head is...boom bah boom boom!" He grinned at her and nodded. He apologized and she forgave him.

"Here, look, how about I take you somewhere quiet and maybe get you a cup of coffee...or water?" It was hardly possible to find a place that was open, quiet, and sold either option of beverage on New Year's, so he took her to his hotel room in Manhattan. He knew the city by heart, but even so, his room was the best option no matter how inappropriate it technically is to just take her with him in a cab ride. After all, she is a highly successful celebrity on and off Broadway whereas he was just some nobody teacher in Lima, Ohio. If he only just pursued his dream rather than waste college for his ex-girlfriend wh– his thoughts were broken when he heard Emma coughing and stirring up from her small nap.

Will got up from his chair near the window and quickly went to her side. Emma sat up in a fright, eyes bugged when taking in the unknown area and finally noticing the man standing by her side. She thought of screaming, but didn't go forth when his kind eyes met hers. She also realized that he hadn't touched her just only to carry her onto the bed and no further.

"Emma, are you alright? I know you're scared but-"

"I'm not scared," she cut off. "I trust you, Will Schuester." The ginger smiled kindly up at him.

"Thank you for this coffee, Will, and for taking good care of me," Emma spoke taking sips from her freshly brewed coffee. "Also, thank you for letting me use the shower, stay the night, and borrow a shirt of yours. You really have gone out of your way." She grinned and he grinned back then turned back to face the TV, watching the New Year's special that so happens to be just a few miles from them.

"It's no problem, Em, I'm honored to be of help to you. Especially an A-List actress," her head shot sideways to face him.

"I'm not an A-List actress...probably not even B. Perhaps C would suffice my...listing," she said quietly.

"You're an amazing actress! Ever since high school and up until now. You're an A-List to me if not to society, if you please to argue."

Okay, stop flirting, William. She's famous and you're just... you.

Emma blushed and quickly turned backed to the TV in time to watch the countdown starting and the ball making its way down. She set her finished cup down on the table and placed her hands gripping on the edge of the mattress counting down. Will counted down with her.

5...4...3...2...1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!

They both yelled in unison, turning to one another, hugging. When they pulled apart, their eyes met again with something different. Faces so close and the new year dawning upon them, they had no choice but to move forward with their instinct. They kissed. And fireworks were literally in the air, and all you could hear outside were booms and yells, but to them there was nothing. Just them. A simple New Year's kiss became something more to them. It was one mutual kiss that became several, leading to Emma biting Will's bottom lip betting for entrance and Will instantly opening for their tongues to clash together in a fiery battle. It was getting hot and heavy and late and before they could go any farther, they both pulled apart. Emma's face was flushed with only color in her cheeks. They were both heaving for air never leaving more than a centimeter from another's face.

"Happy New Year, Will."

"Happy New Year, Em."

She blushed again then moved closer to suck his bottom lip and tug it playfully before releasing it. Her fingers tangled around in his curls for a moment then moved down his neck and raked over his chest before quickly pulling away before he could do any reaction. Emma swiftly moved under the covers in her bed, back to him.

Oh, you're a tease, Emma Pillsbury.

Thank God for the bedroom mishap or he would've ended up either sharing the bed with her or sleeping on the chair of which was highly uncomfortable. Well, he would give anything to sleep beside that extraordinary woman, but he was too riled up, so it was best that his hotel room had two separate beds.

He shut off the lights and laid under his covers and stared at the ceiling not forgetting her scent when they kiss. He could actually still faintly smell it from across the room.

Emma Pillsbury, you have poisoned me.

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