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"What can you do? The heart wants what the heart wants. Sometimes there's that little spark."

Before he knew it she was out of her seat and in his arms. Their lips pressed together in, surprisingly, the hottest kiss of his life. His arms circled around her waist. He pulled his lips away from hers and trailed wet open mouth kisses down the side of her neck and jaw line. Her fingers gripped his hair as he backed her up to the wall.

In seconds, buttons were unbuttoned and zippers were unzipped.

Her fingers gripped his curls as she pulled him in for another scorching kiss. He groaned in her mouth as she gripped his erection in one hand. Her long skillful fingers trailed over the length of him, before positioning him in front of her opening. He slid easily into her wetness and groaned. Her hand cupped around his neck for support as they locked eyes. She nodded once and he thrust himself into her.

He placed his head on her shoulder and sighed in content. While her fingers teased the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Been awhile?" She asked.

All he could do was nod. "Y-you could say that, yeah." He muttered against her neck.

With one hand placed flat on the wall and an arm wound around her waist he began to move inside her.

"...I'm not interested in coaching just your average high school glee club. I'm driven to excellence." She muttered as his lips and tongue trailed up and down her neck once more.

"Yeah, excellence." He panted.

Even through all of her business chatter, he noticed every gasp, every moan; in response, he shifted positions slightly, picking up the pace.

"A lot of people thought I couldn't take Nationals with a routine where I had the kids dance entirely on their hands..." She spoke quickly, "...Oh, Jesus!" she moaned, her nails digging into his back as he found a new angle that felt even better than the second.

"I'm sorry. I'm all business. I'm trying to work on that." She groaned.

At some point her chatter became single words of endearment, urging him onward between ragged breaths. She gave way to the heat and the warmth and the fullness of his body pressing against hers, the wetness, the sounds he made as her fingers slid under his shirt, moving over the taut muscles of his chest.

His sounds of pleasure made her head spin. It had been far too long since she had heard these sounds come from a man. She felt her inner walls begin to squeeze against him tightly, and his head fell forward as her name came out in a choked cry from his lips. His hips bucked over her, as hers rose to meet him. His last thrust left him shuddering above her chest, gasping for air.

After his breathing slowed, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes.

"You okay?" He asked.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. He looked so handsome leaning over her, his curls now damp with sweat, his face flush with pleasure, and his eyes filled with... love? No, it couldn't be that. They didn't even know each other.

Fighting the urge to run her fingers through his hair, she sighed and straightened her clothes and smoothed her own hair.

He knelt down and pulled up his pants and buttoned his shirt before speaking.

"Shel-" He started to say, but he was quickly cut off.

"You should go." She whispered, "I-I don't know what I would do if you said this was a mistake. Whatever this was."

Pushing past him she made her way down the aisle, to the stage. "Goodbye, Mr. Schuester." She said over her shoulder.

Will sighed heavily.

He turned and made his way to the exit. His fingers running through his curls as he made his way out of the auditorium.

"Goodbye."