Hello, this is my first time writing a Wemma fanfiction on this website so please review! This is a twist on some episodes! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Will You Marry Me?

Will's POV:

I love her cute, hazel, Bambi eyes. I love her curly, ginger hair. I love her dimple in her nose. I love her crinkly gloves. It's safe to say, I love her. And I know she loves me. Staring at her now just makes this love for her intensify.

"I could just lean over and kiss you if I want to. And I want to." I leant over and our lips collided, for what seemed like the millionth time. Only this time, it meant something. It meant that she was mine, and I was hers. I pulled away at the sound of some boys wolf whistling and turned to face Emma. Her cheeks were crimson from the scene many children had just witnessed between us two.

"Wow." She exclaimed with a slight smirk on her face.

"I know." I replied.

"I love you Emma. I love you with all my heart and I can not express how much I do with words as simple as 'I love you'. I always knew you would be mine one day. I see Terri faking that baby as a chance. A chance to make you mine. It was like fate. Somehow God knew I loved you and you loved me! And here we are! I am sat opposite the most beautiful, adorable, wonderful woman in the world. And she is mine."

"Wow, Will. No one has ever said that about me! They've always laughed and bullied me at how crazy I am with my OCD and everything. You are so thoughtful! Thank you so much, Will. I never want to let you go."

"It is okay, my sweetie pie. I will always love you. And you are not crazy, Em! You have problems which you are sorting! And you would make a perfect housewife! To think my house could be constantly clean..." I gave her a wink and she gave me a playful slap on the arm.

"Hey! And you want to get married to me?" she blushed.

"Well, someday... What are you doing tonight?"

"Erm, nothing. Why?"

"Well, did you want to come over? I could cook? You can sleep if you want... But if it's too soon, then that's fine!"

"You can cook? And ooh! A sleepover! Sure, I will be there at 6?"

"Yes, a sleepover and I sure can! I cooked while Terri was sat doing her 'arts and crafts'. 6 is fine, honey." I walked to the side of the desk where Emma was and whispered in her ear, "I can't wait for tonight!" I gave her a cheeky wink and left.

I walked vigorously towards the choir room where the Glee kids were waiting. A few of them gave me a grin which I was not too sure on whether it was due to the scene they might of witnessed between me and Emma or a greeting. Rachel came rushing over to me with an assortment of sheet music.

"Mr Schue! Mr Schue! I was searching all night for the perfect song for Regionals and I think I have it! Drummer, guitarist, here's the sheet music."

"Yeah you may think that I'm a zero!
But hey, everyone you wanna be,
Probably started off like me?
You may say that I'm a freak show!
But hey, give it just a little time,
I bet you're gonna change your mind!"

Wow, Rachel is really good but what about the other kids. Surely they deserve the chance to shine? I mean, Mercedes, wow. What a voice! Maybe I should listen to the others opinions more...

"All of the dirt you've been throwing my way,
It ain't so hard to take.
That's right!
'Cos I know one day, you'll be screaming my name!
And I'll just look away!
That's right!

Just go ahead and hate on me and run your mouth,
So everyone can hear!
Hit me with the worst you got and knock me down,
Baby I don't care!
Keep it up and soon enough you'll figure out,
You wanna be, you wanna be,
A loser like me!
A loser like me!"

"Well done, Rachel. Very good."

"So I think you'll agree we have a song for Regionals?"she queried.

"We sure do! Now guys, I need to tell you something. This sort of news you share with your family, and you're my family."

"Awhhhh!" the Glee kids sung in unison.

"Well, me and Miss P have been dating for just over 1 month now and, well, I think I want to marry her!" There were bounds of clapping throughout the choir room along with some wolf whistling.

"We're happy for you, Mr Schue." Said Mercedes.

"Thanks guys, but what I'm really here for is your help. I want you to put on a performance for Miss P. Any ideas?"

"Dance!" shouted Mike.

"She doesn't like mess, therefore no sweating. Sorry Mike!" Mike slumped back into his chair.

"A song? I could sing!" asked Rachel.

"No, sorry Rachel."

"A fashion show!" exclaimed Kurt.

Puck turned to Kurt and gave him an evil look. "Kurt... really?"

"Aha, no, sorry Kurt."

Then suddenly all of the kids went quiet and a brilliant idea came out of Sam's mouth.

"Synchronised swimming?"

"Uh, wow Sam. That's a brilliant idea! Synchronised swimming it is!" There were a few groans from the kids but this isn't going to be their day. This is Emma's and mine, whether they like it or not.

"End of Glee, kids, off you go. We will practise tomorrow!"

After the kids had scurried out, a red-headed beauty walked into my room.

"Well, what was that about? When the kids came out, they grinned at me like a group of chimps? Haha." She asked.

I walked up to her, picked her up and swung her around. "Well, hello my sweet. How are you? And that was nothing, just happy about the choice for Regionals."

"Oh, okay. And excited for tonight, honey!"

"Me too, let's go!" I grabbed her dainty hand and we walked to our cars. "Hey, instead of having a sleepover just tonight, how about we have a sleepover every night?"

"Is that an invitation to move in?" she questioned shyly.

"Yes, it is. What do you say? You can move in tonight? We can collect the rest of your stuff tomorrow!"

"Erm, okay then!" she beamed.

"Okay, sweetie. I'll see you at 6 then?"

"6 it is!"

I kissed her on the cheek and gave her a hug. With that, we got in our cars and drove our separate ways.