A/N On GleeForum, we have a Wemma Wish List 1 and 2.0, my a lot of my ideas for this fic came from there. I think you guys will love it...at least I hope so. =]

The beginning of the 2010 school year had been pretty relaxed so far. Emma didn't have as many students come into her office with as many social problems, she didn't have that many students come in and complain about slushie facials, and so far she'd no student come in from a mental breakdown from too many AP classes. Work had been pretty nice.

Even Emma's life outside of school was going quite nicely. Carl and her had been going out for 6 months now, and she enjoyed his company a lot. He was sweet, kind, and when Emma had a germ-related freak out, he would walk her through it. Though, her freak outs over germs seemed to be lessening. Her therapist even moved her appointments to once every two weeks, instead of once a week (her and Carl had gone to the nicest restaurant in town to celebrate).

The only part of Emma's life that she wasn't quite sure about, was the part that Will Schuester occupied. The first day back to school he had came by as if nothing had happened. As if he were still married, and she was still engaged to Ken Tanaka. As if he hadn't told her that he loved her. It was nice. They started eating lunch together again, and he even came by his free period and talked about Glee club. It was only the moments that Will thought Emma wasn't looking that she knew he let his guard down. It was the moment when it was quiet in her office, and she was doing paperwork while he was sitting across from her. Emma felt his soft stare, and ached to look up. Ached to act as if nothing had happened. As if she didn't have a loving boyfriend, and act as if he hadn't broken her heart.

"Hey Em!" Will came through her door without even knocking, if it had been anyone else that would have annoyed her. "Are you signing up for the Winter Dance?"

She looked up, noticing the gleam in his eyes. "Oh..you know, Will...I probably won't."

Will held out a poster. It had the list of what was happening that night. "Are you sure? Glee's performing!" With his kiddish grin and his unrelenting happiness, Emma knew she'd give in.

"Well...I guess if I were going for the kids..." Emma watched as Will took his regular seat.

Will nodded. "Exactly! For the kids! Hey, you could even bring..Dennis? Denny?"

If Emma had thought Will had purposefully messed up Carl's name, she would have been upset, but she sincerely thought Will had forgotten. "Carl. My..." Dentist. Was that really someway to announce your boyfriend? "boyfriend." Seeing Will's face drop at the word boyfriend made her feel terrible. Did she have to rub it in his face? "Yeah, you know, I just don't think it's his thing, but I'll ask."

"Cool." Will placed the flier on her desk.

"Hey gorgeous." Carl walked into her house, and she greeted him with a smile. He quickly gave her a kiss before taking off his shoes.

"Dinner is almost ready." She walked back into the kitchen, she noticed that Carl had pumped some hand sanitizer.

"Can I hold you now?" He wrapped his arms around Emma's middle.

Emma grinned, and by the tone of his voice, knew that Carl was also. "I guess so." She turned around in his arms, and gave Carl a kiss. Feeling his hands move from her waist to her arms, then to her face, deepening the kiss.

An alarm went off.

She laughed, while Carl groaned. "That would be the chicken."

"Is that the smell?" Carl sniffed the air. "It smells delicious Emmy."

Emma sent him a glare, he knew how she felt about that nickname. All Carl did was smile back. "Do you need help, hun?"

"You can set up the table." Emma handed Carl two plates and silverware.

While Carl was setting up in the dining room, Emma was busy taking out the salad and homemade dressing. When she felt Carl's presence in the room, she simply pointed to the chicken. "It's a new recipe. I hope it will taste good."

"If it tastes anything like it smells, it will taste amazing." He placed the chicken on the middle of the table, and helped Emma sit down. Emma immediately started fixing his plate, then hers. "Hun, you don't have to do that..."

"So, I was wondering...I am volunteering for the Winter Dance this year at school...and I was wondering...I mean, you don't have to go...but it would be nice..." Emma was filling her plate now, and Carl knew exactly what she was asking and his heart filled with joy. This was the first time that she had asked him to come to her work place.

"Are you asking me to be your date to the dance?" Carl grinned when Emma's eyes widened and she nodded.

"Yes." She said decisively. "I am."

"Then I accept." Carl took a bite of the chicken. "Just as delicious as I expected"

He felt his heart flutter when Emma smiled brightly back at him.

"Hey Em." Will walked into her office, once again without knocking. She was looking for a specific folder, and was bent down. She heard Will's shoes as he walked across her office. He slowly slid the drawer above her head back in place. "Didn't want you to bang your head."

"Thanks," She murmured. She heard a stack of papers being thrown on her desk.

"I need help, Em." She almost laughed when she heard Will plop down in his normal seat. "I don't know what songs to do for the dance. The kids are only doing 2 songs, but most of the one's I pick out seem lame...even to me."

Emma decided to give up on her folder-quest, she grinned as she watched Will run his fingers through his curly hair. "Okay, how about you tell me some ideas that you've had."

"Well at first, I thought maybe 'Christmas Won't Be The Same Without You', but I know that Finn wouldn't want to sing it. 'Simply Having A Wonderful Christmas Time', I think that they could do it, but they definitely wouldn't enjoy doing that."

"How about Last Christmas?" Emma suggested. "Rachel and Quinn would probably do a fabulous job at sharing the lead vocal...then have the rest of the group doing the backup?"

Will's face brightened. "That's a great one!" He wrote it down.

"What's the extra space?" She looked at the paper and noticed a time slot open. Emma pointed to the space between Glee Club's songs.

"Oh...that." Will grinned. "Figgins was hoping I'd be willing to sing. I think I'll just give it to the Glee Club."

"Aw...Will, you should sing." Emma encouraged. "You come alive when you're on the stage." She tried desperately to forget the last time that she had watched him perform.

For a second there it almost felt like old times. Emma supporting him in everything, she even looked at him like she used to. The adoring look she'd given him since he had first met her. "I don't know...I might."

"Okay, for the song list for the Winter Dance...How about Last Christmas?" Will wanted to gauge the kids feelings toward the song before continuing. "I was thinking Quinn and Rachel on the lead vocals, with switching it up between the background?"

No one said anything. It wasn't until Mercedes finally spoke up. "That's a really great idea, Mr. Schue. To be quite honest we were worried about you picking a really lame song...like..."

"Like Simply Having A Wonderful Christmas..." Kurt supplied.

Will internally sent a thank you to Emma.

"What's the other song?" Rachel asked. "If you can't think of one, I'm sure I can come up with another amazing song."

"I was thinking of 'Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas'?"

"Dang! Mr. Schue's on a roll!" Finn fist-pumped to Will's honor. The entire group joined in on the laughter.

"Mr. Schue?" Quinn's soft voice sounded around the room. "What song will you be doing for the dance?"

"That's what I was going to talk to you guys about..." Will sat down on his stool. "I'm completely willing to let you guys have another song..."

Mercedes' eyes narrowed. "How about you let us choose your song? Give us the rest of today, and tomorrow we'll come in with our song choice!"

Emma walked back in her room, returning from filling in for a teacher on early vacation. She went to grab her bag and her purse, but saw a flash of red on her desk. It was a stickie note.

The kids loved the song choices. All the thanks goes to you. You're amazing. Will xo

She resisted the urge to giggle. 'XO' was such a girl thing to do, but coming from Will it was sweet. Placing the note inside her daily planner, Emma placed the book in her bag. She locked her office, and started walking to the car lot.

Emma saw a BMW come out of nowhere, and stop in front of her. "Hey gorgeous." Carl's velvety voice rang out. "Want a ride home?" She surprised even herself when she leaned against the car window opening.

"I don't know...I'm not supposed to get in the car with strangers." Emma giggled, but opened the door. She was about to get in when she heard her name being yelled through the school door.

"Em!" She turned just in time to see Will racing towards her with something silver in his hands. "You dropped your keys." He grinned at her, and didn't seem to see the car in front of him.

"Oh! Thank you." She took the keys from his hands. "I'll..see you tomorrow..."

It wasn't until then that Will realized what was in front of him. Emma's new boyfriend. "Of course. Yeah, I'll...see...you." Emma had already shut the door to the car. Will felt the well-known ache in his heart start again.

"Alright guys." Rachel stood in front of her 11 other peers. "We need to decide on a song for Mr. Schue."

"Even more importantly we need to find a song for Mr. Schue to sing to Ms. Pillsbury." Mercedes got up beside Rachel. "Any suggestions?"

"What about 'We Wish You A Merry Christmas'?" Everyone turned towards Finn.

"Dude, how is that romantic?" Puck rolled his eyes. "How about Santa Baby? Chicks dig that right?"

Quinn closed her eyes, and placed her head in her hands. "Yeah, if Mr. Schue was a girl...singing it to a boy."

Rachel nodded decisively. "Next."

"How about 'I Don't Want A Lot For Christmas'?" Brittney played with the edge of her new Cheerios' skirt. "Isn't that like...totally cheesy romantical?"

The room went silent.

"That's perfect!" Rachel grinned, and Mercedes gave Kurt a high-five. Santana put her pinkie out for Brittney to take.

"So, it's decided...Mr. Schue is singing 'I Don't Want A Lot For Christmas'." Mercedes grinned. "We'll have to bring it down an octave, but I think he could pull it off."

"Of course he can. He's Mr. Schue." Finn grabbed his bag while everyone started leaving.

"What? 'I Don't Want A Lot For Christmas?'? I can't get that high!" Will laughed. "Nice one guys."

"We changed quite a bit of the high notes." Mercedes grinned, almost tempting him to say yes.

"Finn can even reach it!" Rachel nodded, joining in on the persuasion.

"What? No! I sounded like a dying pig!" Both girls shut Finn up with a well-meaning glare.

"Lets try it."

It was already the end of the day, and Emma couldn't have been more grateful. It had been a long, tiring, long day. She could hear her couch calling her, and all she wanted to do was relax.

Emma felt her phone go off her in purse. "Hello?"

"Hey, hun, I was wondering if you'd like to meet for dinner?" Carl was talking fast, which meant he was driving while talking.

"Oh, um...actually...this isn't a good day. I'm really tired." Emma grabbed her bags and squirted some hand sanitizer before closing and locking her office door.

Carl didn't get it. "Then I'll come over and fix you dinner!"

She wasn't backing down. "Actually, Carl...I really want to go home...alone."

"You aren't feeling well." Carl said, without even asking. "That's fine, hun. Rest up, feel better."

Emma put the phone in her purse, but felt someone grab her bags. "Let me carry them." He grinned in her direction. "Are you excited about all the snow we're supposed to be getting?"

"Absolutely not. The messes that snow causes." She shuddered.

"I'm really proud of you, Emma." Will smiled brightly at her. "The therapy is doing wonders. I'm glad you're doing it for yourself."

As they exited the building there was a wisp of freezing air. The snow had already started falling, and the wind was whipping the trees. It took awhile for Emma to regain her talking ability.

Finally, Emma nodded. "Yeah, me too." Their first stop was at Emma's car. Will placed all her bags in the back seat, and watched as Emma got in the driver's side. "Where is your car at Will? I didn't see it on the way here."

"Yeah, you probably won't. I got here a little late, so I had to park back down by the deep ends." The deep ends were what the kids called the far ends of the parking lots. They were known to be deserted, and you could always find a parking spot there...it was just no one wanted to park down there.

"Oh Will! You can't walk down there in this weather! It's below 32 degrees out. Get in here, and I'll drive you down." Emma unlocked the door, and waited until Will had both closed the door and fastened his seatbelt until she backed out.

"You really don't have to do this Emma." Will watched her, and had to resist the urge to let his fingers slide through her hair.

"Will...it's on my way." She smiled. "It's no more than a block, at the most."

When they got there, Will thanked Emma profusely and quickly got out of her car. He was expecting Emma to rush off into the night...probably off to a high-profile date with Dr. BMW, but she didn't. She stayed far enough away to allow him room to back out, but stayed close enough to him.

He started the car―or at least...he tried to start the car. The engine kept giving out. Not today. Surely not...

Will saw in his rear-view mirror that Emma was starting to get out of her car. Not wanting her in this kind of weather, not willing to let her get sick, Will rushed out. Grabbing his briefcase and keys.

Emma couldn't hold back a giggle once he got inside her car again. "Car not working?"

"I'm so sorry about this Emma."

"No problem, Will." Her insides fluttered at the thought of getting to spend more time outside school with him.

Just then, Will's phone went off. He quickly answered it. All he understood was 'lights are off', 'too cold', and 'find somewhere else to sleep unless you want to freeze'. He slammed his phone shut.

"What's wrong?" The concern in her voice, made his lips ache for him to kiss her.

"That was my landlord. My electricity is out, and it's apparently really cold." Will ran his hands through his hair. He didn't know what to do. Motel. "Could you drop me off at a motel?"

Emma almost gagged at the thought. "Absolutely not. You'll stay with me. My couch pulls out into a bed."

"Okay." Will didn't have a single ounce of wanting to argue with her. If Emma Pillsbury was offering to let him spend the night with her...he'd take it.

"Are you sure you got enough food?" Emma started unfolding the couch. "I won't..."

"Emma, you made the best chicken that I've ever had. You baked cookies, which you don't even like..."

She blushed. She didn't like cookies because of the chocolate chips that had to go in them, but she had bought them because she didn't know if Carl liked them or not. Deep down, she knew she bought them just for Will. Mr. I-eat-a-cookie-everyday-for-lunch.

"It's no big deal, Will." Emma shrugged him off.

"It is. It is, Em. You've done so much for me, and I don't just mean tonight. Thank you." Will moved closer to her, and Emma felt her defense guards go up. He put his hands on her wrist and pulled her into a hug. "I have to say something, but after I say it...I want you to go in your room as if nothing happened. Okay?"

Emma felt her breathing stop. She hadn't been this close to Will since they broke up. The first time.

"I love you, Emma Pillsbury. I hurt you so deeply that you ran to another man, and I get it. But one day, and I hope it's soon, you are going to realize who and what you want. If it's me..I'll be near...waiting for you." He released her, just as quickly as he'd grabbed her.

Will went to work with getting the couch ready. "Goodnight, Emma." He brought the extra pillow that she gave him with him in the bed.

"Goodnight, Will."

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