She's Got A Bad Case… of Loving You [Will/Emma]

This is my first Glee-fic! I'm a big Will/Emma shipper so it's not weird my first story is about them.

I got this idea after…I don't know when I got this idea but I thought it was weird nobody had written sick!Emma/comforting!Will-fics before. So I wrote this piece. More chapters are coming up, but I haven't written them yet. I meantime, enjoy the first chaper!

Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. If it were, Santana and Brittany would be dating.

Chapter One

It was Friday, the last day of the week. The last day before it was weekend. And quite frankly, Emma needed that weekend harder than ever before. She barely ever complained about things, but today she really wasn't feeling well. She had already sneezed a lot of times, and she really, really hated sneezing. It meant that she needed tissues around her all the time and that she needed to wash her hands two or three times after she had sneezed. Her troath felt as dry as a desert, even though she had drunk several glasses of water this morning. Worse was, when she was standing, she felt dizzy.

Just before the school was about to begin, she was preparing things for the day in her office. The first students were already walking around. Emma was making sure the piles of papers on her desk were neatly sorted. Three piles with exactly the same amount of papers, all in one line. When she was done, she felt another sneeze burning in her nose. She grabbed a fresh tissue, but the feeling faded away and she didn't have to sneeze after all. It did leave her with a pair of watery eyes though. Exactly at that time, Will Schuester decided to walk by. He looked through her window and waved, a smile on his face. When she didn't respond he stopped and walked into her door.

"Hey Emma, are you alright?"

"Oh, hi Will! Yes, I'm fine, thanks for asking."

She noticed a little smear on her office-window and she stood up to get some window-cleaner from her closet. She realized she shouldn't have done that. Before she knew she was swaying on her feet. She was a fool if she thought Will wouldn't notice that.

"Are you sure you're fine? Because you look a little pale and unbalanced," he asked.

"I'm fine Will, really, I am."

Will shook his head and guided her back to her chair. He looked a little bit worried about her.

"Just sit here and wait a minute, I'll be back soon," he said and he quickly walked out of her office, leaving the door open. She had no idea what he was going to do, but he returned within a few minutes.

Without saying a word, he moved towards her desk, making sure he didn't touch anything. He leaned down and put his right hand against her forehead carefully.

If anybody else did that, Emma knew she would've freaked out. Big time. With him, she didn't care so much as with others.

She gasped, but this time it was not because she was freaking out. It wasn't because of his skin touching hers. It was because his hand was so cold, really cold. It almost made her shiver.

"Will, why is your hand so cold?" she asked, without being able to move, almost frozen in time.

"I thought you wouldn't appreciate it if I touched you with unwashed hands, so I just washed them with disinfectant soap. Twice."

She looked at him and blinked. He had done that for her, but why? Even if he had done that for the reason she could only dream of, well, even then, she didn't deserve him. After their kiss a few weeks ago they hadn't talked about it a lot, but she wanted him to truly like her. Sometimes it still felt like a fairytale. She sighed as she was knocked into reality by the words Will said next:

"Other than that, my hand is not much colder than usual. I think you're actually sick, Emma. I'm pretty sure you've got fever. Maybe it's better if you go home for today."

"Oh no, no, don't say that, I'm fine. I'm not sick. I can't, I can't just go home because of a little fever I might have," Emma said, shaking her head defensively.

Will shook his head as well, "fever is something to be taken seriously. If you stay here you might even get sicker. That's something neither you and I want. I will be responsible if you faint, I don't want that to happen, ever."

"But…I just can't, I mean, the kids, what if they have really urgent problems?" she stuttered.

"Emma, you've never missed a day, you've never called in sick since you started working here. I don't think it would be a big problem if you missed one day. Figgins, but also the kids, will understand that."

Her lips formed the first letter of the word she wanted to say, but Will quickly interrupted her while softly touching her hand to reassure her he meant what he said. She didn't pull her hand away.

"Go home. Put on some warm clothes. Drink some tea or orange juice. Take some rest. That should help you to feel better soon."

Emma didn't feel like saying anything. She suddenly felt very tired.

"You know what," Will said, "I'll drop by after I'm done at school, I'll see how you're doing."

She nodded her head and she stood up carefully, grabbing her bag and she rearranged her papers and pencils a little bit. Will looked like he suddenly came to realize something.

"I'm not letting you drive when you're feeling like this."

She looked up and blinked twice. The sound of the buzzer was the sign for the first classes to start.

"I'll drive you home. I'll go and cancel my first class."

"Will, you don't have to do that for me, I can drive. Don't cancel your first class."

Will raised his eyebrows and looked at her like she was a naughtly little kid who had been caught throwing stones at a dog.

"Emma, in this case you are more important than my lessons. You should see yourself, you can barely stand on your feet."

She shrugged while leaning on her desk to keep her balance. "Alright, but can we go with my car? I mean, it might get stolen if it stays in the parking lot."

A slight smile spread across Wills face.

"Good. Let me carry your bag."

She didn't try to argue, but gave him her bag and slowly walked through her door, leaving her office behind. Will stopped to tell his students the first class of the day had been cancelled and the students didn't seem to mind. He guided Emma outside to her car, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back, in a way she could barely feel it. She didn't care about the possible transmission of germs. There was fabric in between. And this was Will, after all.