Kind Hands

A/N: This might or might not be a one shot. April comes to Will during the dead of winter. She doesn't feel that great, but doesn't realize she has the flu. Will takes care of her until she's healthy again. Random idea I got when reading world geography…

A/N2: I don't own Glee… or Kristin Chenoweth… boo.

gLee!

WILL SCHUESTER'S APARTMENT
FRIDAY DECEMBER 15, 2010
2PM

WILL'S POV

I'm sitting on the couch, watching TV, because that's all there is to do that doesn't involve going out in this nasty snow storm. I hear my doorbell ring and get up to see who could possibly be out in this horrible weather.

April Rhodes. Her blonde, curly hair is damp from being out in the snow with out a big coat, she's shivering and doesn't look very healthy. I immediately open the door and she smiles weakly at me before sneezing. "April?" I ask.

"Will, I really need someplace to stay. I'm freezing, and I don't feel good… please…" she begs, she sounds terrible, she's completely stuffed up, her cheeks are flushed, and she's got dark circles under her eyes.

"Come in now. You don't need to be in this cold anymore, it will just make yours worse…" I tell her, trying to make her smile. She looks longingly into my living room at the couch with my flannel blanket on it, and that's when I notice how weak she really is.

"I just want to sleep Will. He k…kicked me out a few days ago when I started getting sick. I've been trying to find somewhere to stay since Wednesday…" she says, her voice small and hoarse.

"Go lay down on the couch April. I'm making you some hot tea, and a doctor's appointment." I say to her, walking into the kitchen to find my thermometer and start the tea.

Five minutes later, I'm back in the living room with a warm cup of hot tea and my thermometer, but she's out like a light bulb. I'm really worried about her, so I gently put my hand on her shoulder. "April?"

"Will…" she moans, completely exhausted.

"Hey, I know you want to sleep, just let me take your temperature and I really want you to take a few sips of this first…" I calmly explain.

She reluctantly sticks the thermometer under her tongue and looks at me with some of the saddest eyes I've ever seen. I smile at her, trying to let her know she'll be okay if she lets me take care of her. When the thermometer beeps a minute later she hands it to me, "102.5, I'm getting you some Tylenol."

"Why are you being so nice Will?" she timidly croaks.

"Because, unlike the jerk who kicked you out, I care. I want you to be happy, and finally achieve your goals…" I tell her when I get back with the red pills and a small glass of water.

She gulps down the pills, reaches for the tea, and holds it in her hands to warm them up. "You're gonna be okay, I'm going to take care of you until you get better. It's winter break, so I don't have to worry about work." I tell her, rubbing her shoulder.

She gives me a weak smile and yawns, "Just lay down and close your eyes, I'm not leaving you, it's going to be okay." I reassure her.

Almost instantly her eyes close and she's out. I sit there watching her sleep for almost ten minutes before a coughing fit wakes her up. She sits up crying, "I hate being sick…"

I'm rubbing calming circles on her back, with a glass of water in the other hand, "I know. It's not fun, I'm going to help you get better, I promise…"

She sniffles a few times and then she's sobbing. "I'm a horrible person Will. You shouldn't be taking care of me…"

"Hey, now. You're not horrible, why do you say that?" I ask, slightly worried about the situation she's been in.

"He… told me I was… he said that… that good girls don't get sick, they always take care of themselves and never ask anybody to do something for them…" she sobs, beginning to choke on her words.

I hug her, "No April. Everybody gets sick every once in a while, you can always ask me if you need anything… he was mean and completely wrong when he said that. You just need to rest and focus on getting better right now, okay?"

She continues to hang on to me and cry for a few minutes but doesn't say anything. "Hey, April? I really want you to lay down and try to get some rest. I won't go anywhere, I promise…"

The blonde woman sighs and lays back down on the couch. I cover her up with one of my big flannel blankets and realize she's still crying. She looks at me for a while, "I never wanna leave you Will. You're the only guy that's always nice to me…"

"Shhh… there are lots of really nice people out there. Lets just focus on getting you healthy again okay?" I reply.

I stay there, kneeling by her side for almost twenty minutes before she falls asleep. I gently put my hand on her forehead, she still has her fever, but it will eventually go away. I manage to quietly make her a doctors appointment for Monday afternoon, and have texted Emma.

Emma and I are really good friends right now, she needs to know that I'm taking care of April because she's sick and needs a place to stay. Emma asked me if I needed her to come over, but I told her everything was under control and I would let her know if things changed.

April has been asleep for less than an hour and is coughing again, "WILL" she croaks between coughs.

"I'm right here…" I tell her, kneeling down by her side again. "Shhh… shhh… shhh…"

She reaches for the glass of water and I hand it to her so she doesn't have to get up. "How're you feeling?" I ask.

"Eh… crappy…" she whimpers.

I gently put my hand on her forehead, "I'm gonna check your temperature again…"

"Fine." she pouts, letting me put the thermometer in her mouth. It beeps a few minutes later, "101.2" She smiles weakly, but doesn't say anything.

"Do you wanna talk about what happened Wednesday?" I ask.

"No… I just wanna sleep. I don't think I can do anything else…" she yawns.

"Okay, but if you ever wanna talk, you can always talk to me, or I can call Emma. I let her know you were here, just in case you needed something…" I reply.

"Clothes…" she sighs, tugging at her thin purple long sleeve shirt.

That's when I realize she has nothing with her. My mind begins racing to figure out how to get her stuff. Definitely not tomorrow because the man will be home from work all day, maybe Monday after or before her doctors appointment.

"Hey, I made you a doctors appointment for Monday. We could swing by your place to pick up some stuff then…" I suggest.

"He works from home…" She moans.

"Don't worry about it. I'll get Emma to come with us and we'll make sure he doesn't hurt you while you're getting your stuff." I reassure her.

"Whatever Will. I'm exhausted." she whines.

"Okay. You need your rest, I'm going to get my computer and start trying to find songs for our new set list." I tell her.

She's definitely going to need more than just me helping her get over her cold. She's in a difficult relationship, and might need some counseling. This is going to be difficult, but worth it, because I'm glad she came to me when she did. I'm afraid if she waited any longer, she'd be worse off than she already is.

gLee!

A/N: Please review and let me know what you think. This was just a completely random idea that I came up with out of nowhere. Should I continue?