This is my first fanfic ever so I apologise if it isn't very good but if you could let me know what you think that would be great! I already have a second chapter planned out so if you think I should continue, let me know! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Chapter 1

Will's POV

I couldn't sleep. The mid-June heat wave had prevented me from doing so these past few nights and I was beginning to grow frustrated as I tossed and turned, trying to find a part of the bed that had yet to be consumed by the heat radiating from my body. I eventually slid out of bed and headed towards the kitchen in hope that a glass of water would be able to satisfy. I rubbed my brow in frustration as I drank, the water doing little to cool me. I made my way to the couch that was situated to the side of the living room and plonked myself down, my hands resting just behind my head, my feet crossing at the ankles at the other end of the couch. I shut my eyes, trying my best not to think about the real reason I was still awake.

'I'm seeing someone'.

Those three words continued to scorch my brain, repeating over and over again in my mind until it hurt to breath.

He had headed to her office that day looking guidance, nothing more. Now that Sue had revealed she was on the panel of judges for the weekend's upcoming Regional's competition he was at a loss of what to do. The kids had all but given up, even Rachel, who was usually full of optimism and encouragement sat there on his sofa, surrounded by her fellow glee club members and sobbed. His heart was breaking for them and the only person he could think of that could help was her. It was tense and awkward at first, both of them having avoided each other over the past couple of weeks. He stood there, listening to her advice on how it wasn't all about winning but about the enjoyment and the satisfaction of doing something that you loved. He had stood there, marvelling at how someone could be so beautiful, both on the inside and the out. Letting a smile creep upon his mouth he let the words spill out without a second thought, letting her know how much he had missed her. And that's when her revelation spilled out to.

She was seeing her dentist, this Carl Howell. I immediately hated him. He was probably a good guy; sweet, charming, intelligent, and most importantly for Emma; clean. But I still hated him. He had exactly what I wanted all because I was too much of a coward to let Emma know how I truly felt that night she had told me she was a virgin. Instead I took the easy way out, finding myself on the same couch she had told me, making out with another woman. Boy had I messed up. My heart was now aching with the thought of Emma with another man. Was this how she felt when she learnt of my indiscretions with Shelby and April? Heartbroken? Devastated?

I turned onto my side, wrapping my arms around a cushion that had been haphazardly thrown onto the couch previously that evening. I clutched it close, wishing it was her that my arms draped around instead of a random cushion. I breathed in its smell; it smelt like warm popcorn mixed in with the musky aroma of my aftershave. I brought the pillow to my nose, fully inhaling its fragrance, blocking out the pain I was feeling right now. I longed for it to be her fragrance I smelt, the one of lavender shampoo and a sweet, almost flowery scent her perfume left whenever she was around.

I loved her, had done longer than I cared to admit. I loved her soul, her beauty, her gorgeous red hair and her little quirks. I remember once telling Rachel that the things you hate the most about yourself would be the things that that one person will love the most about you and I believed every word of it. Emma believed her mysophobia made her 'crazy' and most people jumped on the same bandwagon, labelling her as 'mentally insane' or treating it as a thing to be 'put up with' not to be cherished, but to me it made her even more special. Towards the end of my marriage it was Emma that constantly played on my mind, not the woman who I had spent half my life with. I felt guilty for having feelings for another outside of my marriage but I couldn't help it. She was so different from Terri; passionate, understanding. She had encouraged me to put my dreams first for a change and helped me realise what I wanted in life.

My mind suddenly flashed back to the hallway where I had finally admitted my feelings out loud to her.

'I love you Emma. There, I finally said it. And you love me'.

I could see her eyes widening, her petite frame stood before me, unmoving; her emotions seeping through those hazel pools that burnt through my soul. Before I knew it I had cupped her cheek and pressed my lips against hers, not caring about Carl but thinking about her and me, together.

Removing one hand that was wrapped around the pillow I brought it to my lips and retraced where her lips had been a few days prior. I could still faintly feel the sensation of her lips on mine; she had kissed me back. My hand travelled lower, resting upon my chest in which her hand had instinctively wandered, grasping my shirt before pulling away, her breath hitching as she did so.

'This thing isn't over between us'.

How could it be over? She had kissed me back hadn't she? Despite my recent behaviour, despite Carl, despite everything that we had been through, she had wanted that kiss as much as I had and I'd be damned if I let her slip through my fingers again. Tomorrow, I would go and speak to her.

I glanced across at the clock displayed on the front of the television screen; 2:45 am. I ran my hands over my face and up through my curls; I had to be up in just over 4 hours and with thoughts of Emma on my mind, I knew I was no closer to sleep than before. I turned over, hoping and praying I could shut my eyes and drift off, blocking out images of my Emma in the arms of another man. After finding a comfy spot on the couch, I eventually succumbed to the sleep that I had so desperately craved.

Emma's POV

I had gone to bed that night tired and exhausted. The end of the academic year meant more and more paperwork made its way into my paper tray and with my current state of emotions, I had thrown myself into work, trying to avoid thinking about the past week of events.

'I love you Emma'

For so long I had waited for him to tell me those words. I had often gone to bed thinking about what it would be like to finally hear Will Schuester reveal his love to me. I had pictured it in all different scenarios; my favourite being in a park as we lay out on a woollen blanket, sitting in each other's arms, his back resting upon the shaded tree behind us, whispering those three words of adoration into my ear as I would turn around, meeting his stare before placing my lips to his, telling him those three words back. But never had I imagined it being in the halls of McKinley High.

After he left, following Rachel into the auditorium I remained still. He had just told me he loved me and then. Oh god and then he had kissed me. I forgot how much I missed the feel of his lips on mine, the blood rushing through my veins as that spark of electricity reignited itself once again in the pit of my stomach. It had felt so good to be close to him again and before the rational side of my brain had kicked in I had began to kiss him back, completely forgetting about the guy I was currently dating. Things were going really well with Carl. He was sweet, not to mention good looking; his dark hair sat on top of his head, contrasting beautifully with his pearly white teeth and blue, ocean coloured eyes. Any woman would be a fool not to notice him which was why it had taken me by surprise when he had asked me out. I had accepted his invitation to dinner after ringing my therapist, Dr Rothberg and asking her advice. Therapy had been going well and I no longer dreaded eating out, providing I had with me, a pack of disinfectant wipes and a bottle of hand sanitizer. Dinner had been pleasant that evening and I found myself enjoying Carl's company, laughing more than I would normally. He had dropped me off home that night, placing a kiss gently to my cheek and asking if the next day was too soon to see me again. I had accepted and since then I had seen him every night. Over those two weeks I truly believed that I could move on from Will Schuester and it felt good to finally have control over my feelings. But when he had stepped into my office, a face that could melt a thousand hearts I knew that my heart only beated for one and always would. He looked so down, so defeated, I didn't know what to do. I tried my best to give him the advice he so desperately needed to motivate the kids, they had all worked so hard and I couldn't bear the thought of them giving up now after all they had been through. He had smiled at me and told me that he missed me and I panicked. I saw his face change, the smile that previously lay there was now replaced by a confused one as I kept rambling on, unable to stop once the words 'Carl' had came out. I knew he had to know eventually but right then, when he was so down already?

I climbed out of bed and paced towards the bathroom which was attached horizontally to my bedroom. I turned on the tap before bringing the cool water up to my face and splashing it gently to my burning cheeks. After confessing his love to me I had avoided him like the plague, not wanting to even think about the consequences those three little words would have on our relationship. Sure, my heart still belonged to him but I had to protect it. Those three words couldn't change the fact that he had hurt me the day I found out about Shelby and April, and to hear it from Sue of all people,

'Make out sessions with the coach of Vocal Adrenaline'.

And then Carl, where did he fit into this mess? He was a decent guy and unlike Will, we had no complicated history together. Maybe I should just give him a chance?

I made my way back to the bedroom, my desperation for sleep overriding my thoughts of Will Schuester and Carl Howell. Tomorrow was a new day and with it, I would try and take control.