Beautiful Mess Chapter 1, a glee fanfic

Summary

OYL: Emma and Will are married. Glee Club is blossoming—they've placed first in sectionals for the second year in a row, and are currently working on a setlist for Regionals. But when Emma finds herself in an unexpected situation, everything starts changing.

Chapter One: Beautiful Mess // Diamond Rio

Instinctively waking up one minute and twenty-three seconds before his alarm used to annoy Will— "I had one more minute, damn it, brain!" he would hiss— but that all changed. Six months ago, on a beautiful early summer's afternoon he had kissed and made a life-long promise to the gorgeous sight before him. She looked just as stunning on that day as she currently did; the sun reflecting off her squeaky-clean hair—which smelled like warm vanilla and lavender—her pale skin seeming to have a heavenly glow about it. He reached behind him, not wanting to turn away, and quietly turned the fog-horn-like clock off. Kissing her rosy lips, he whispered a good morning to his ravishing wife.

Emma moaned softly, stretching her arms up and winding them around Will's neck, "Will..." her breath escaped slowly. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing two brown, doe-like pools. A small smile graced her features, "I know it's been a long time now...but, well, I still like waking up and seeing your face." Heat lit up her cheeks as she buried her head into his shoulder.

Will pressed a kiss to her temple, "That's good...you're stuck with it forever."

They tumbled out of bed in a graceful fashion, coming together for another newly-wed kiss before parting to prepare for the day.

With all his toast-making skill, Will placed two plates on the counter and headed to the bedroom, where Emma was fastening the last few buttons on her blouse.

"Need some help with that?" He teased, running a hand across her shoulder blades as he slid over to the dresser and slipped into his dress pants.

"I would let you help," she said pulling her light pink cardigan on, pinning an equally pink, flowery broach near the collar, "It's just in my experience, your much better at undoing my buttons," Emma winked and strutted to the door.

Will's mouth hung open for a moment too long before he slid on a blue button-up shirt, grabbed the first tie he could and followed his wife back to the kitchen.

She was already sitting at the table, nibbling at her toast with a mischievous glint in her eye, "Something wrong?" She asked innocently between bites.

"Oh, Emma," Will smirked and seductively wrapped his tie around her neck, "You can undo my buttons anytime."

"Well, you see I would, Will, but your buttons aren't yet done...and we really need to work on our color matching again, because red and yellow stripes really just don't go with blue...and honestly, we've got to leave in fifteen minutes so I don't think now would be the best time to start undressing." She kissed his nose, left him awestruck and began to clean the invisible crumbs off the kitchen table from her toast, "But maybe after practice tonight, I'll help you with your buttons."

Will laughed, grabbed his slice of toast and watched her bop her head with whatever tune she had in mind, "You know I would love to hear you sing one of the songs you're always thinking of."

"Oh no, Will...you know I'm no Rachel Berry—"

"Praise the heavens."

"—Maybe another time...but only if you sing one of your songs for me first....you haven't done that in a while."

Shaking his head Will played with her once more, "No, you sing to me first." He rested his hands on Emma's hips, her delicate fingers started to close his shirt at last.

"Will, we're being awfully unproductive this morning." She finished the last button and patted his chest, "Come on, let's get moving."

"If we want to make it to states this year," Mr. Schuester said, passing around sheet music that afternoon at Glee, "We're going to take a slightly different approach to our song selection then we did last year."

Kurt crossed his legs and sat up straighter in the hard plastic chair, "I thought we were required to follow the regulatory genre of music?"

"Well, we do," Will stated, then twisted to address the entire group, "But we're going to put a little spin on the 'Ballad' category...and we're not singing any standard show tunes."

"So I guess requesting Joanna's solo from Season's of Love is pointless, then?"

"Sorry, Kurt, no Rent this time around....but back to ballads, we're going to do something to surprise the judges. As we learned last year, a ballad is a story set to music. Typically, groups choose something slow and dramatic...but we're doing a country song."

Mercedes groaned, "Are you for real? Why don't we just order a big old bucket of KFC while we're at it?"

"Ohmigod," Britney bounced excitedly and began to sing, "She wears short skirts, I wear T-Shirts—"

"No, no," Mr. Schuester interrupted, "You can ask Kanye about my feelings for Taylor Swift—"

"Oh, burn, Mr. Schu!" Artie put a fist out for a bump from Tina as most of the club laughed, "But how are we going to convince the judges that it's actually a ballad?"

"That's going to be your job. I want you to look up some country songs that tell real stories, it can be anything...songs about soldiers or tractors or emotionally impaired children, I don't care. But to get us in the country spirit, we're going to play with some less ballad-type songs. When you sing a country song, you really need to put your soul in it...and give it a little southern twang. Puck, I'm going to have you take the lead on this one—"

"Uh..." Puck grinned, "I'm a little unsure about the whole 'southern twang' thing...maybe you should demonstrate for us, Mr. Schuester."

"I...fine. Hit it, Brad."

Rachel watched for the first fifteen or so seconds before smiling and slipping silently out of the room and returning moments later with a frazzled looking Emma.

"Rachel, I don't see what the big emergency is—" She stopped speaking as Will caught sight of her, took her hand and began to dance with her as he sang with his most soulful, southern accent.

Emma's smile grew wider as Will spun her out and into a chair. He started the second verse, walking around her, brushing her shoulders and stroking her cheek, "I'm losing my mind I swear, it might be the death of me, but I don't care." He pulled her up again, stood behind her, moving her hips until she relaxed enough to give in and dance along.

"What a beautiful mess, what a beautiful mess I'm in, spending all my time with you, there's nothing else I'd rather do. What a sweet addiction that I'm caught up in....cause I can't get enough, can't stop the hunger for your love...what a beautiful, what a beautiful mess I'm in...Is it your eyes? Is it your smile?" His fingers traced her lips, he backed up, threw his arms up and back down around her, "All I know is that you're driving me wild!" They swayed together as he sang the chorus one last time, then finished with a sweet kiss to her cheek.

The glee kids clapped loudly as Emma's blush resurfaced, Will whispered, "There, now you owe me."

She kissed his cheek and patted his shoulder, leaving to return to her office, thanking Rachel silently on the way out.

Emma was humming the song for the rest of the time she sat in her office, filling out reports of progress on students she saw regularly.

"Hey, darlin'," Will said as he entered nearly an hour later, "Whatcha' up to?"

She smiled at his lame romantic attempt, "Oh, I'm just trying to figure out why we have every social problem there is at this school..." She shuffled her papers into a folder and locked them in the top drawer of her desk, "Ready to go, Cowboy?"

"Sure thing, partner," He held her coat out, allowing her to slip her skinny arms into it. Emma grabbed her faded black laptop case and purse, turned off the lights and locked the door, "Let's hit it."

"Okay, I think that's enough country references for one day," Emma sighed, "Thanks for earlier though...that was real...sweet."

"I do appreciate the irony of me singing to you about a mess, though," he laughed and slipped her free hand into his, "I was trying to get Puck to sing, but I think he's being a bit bitter."

"Well, Will, he did have his baby ripped away from him six months ago...I still don't know what hospital would allow the birth parents to see the infant in an immediate pre-established closed adoption case...I'm surprised Quinn's not as upset about it."

"Oh, I think she is. She's just better at hiding it...I've actually been trying to encourage her to come and talk to you about the whole situation, but..."

"It's okay, she'll talk about it when she's ready...I'll take the lack of baby drama for now...God knows every other problem in the world is happening here. I'm not supposed to talk about it, but we've got kids getting arrested left and right for hate crimes and gang violence...there's the Sandy drug scandal, the STD outbreak, and I'm just wondering where the parents are in all of this..."

Will gave her a concerned look. It wasn't like Emma to rant or complain about her job. He opened the passenger side door, so she wouldn't have to touch the handle, and glanced at her once more before shutting the door and starting the car. Turning on the radio, he flipped through stations before stopping to laugh.

"...spending all my time with you, there's nothing else I'd rather do..."

"What are the chances?" Emma's gloomy demeanor seemed to slip away as she laughed along with her husband.

The couple finished the dishes (by hand, Emma didn't trust dishwashers) and had cleaned up the kitchen after a lovely dinner of meatloaf and mashed potatoes, "Have I ever told you how happy I am that you can cook?" Will asked, pulling his wife into his lap on top of the couch.

"Just about every time I make a meal," she said quietly, laying her head on his chest.

"You okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, I'm fine...just a bit...moody. Christmas break can't come soon enough...I need some time off."

"Two and a half glorious weeks off...what are we going to do with ourselves?"

Emma smirked, her thin fingers sliding up his shirt, "Oh, I can think of a few things."

Will wiggled his eyebrows, "I think I'm going to like these things," he purred, slipping her pink sweater off as he pressed his lips to hers and began to undo her buttons.

She pulled away for a moment, "I told you you're better and undoing them," she said before replacing her lips to his chuckling ones. Her arms wound their way around his neck as his hands found their way up and down her spine, "Oh, Will," she murmured.

He felt his pants getting tighter as she moved her hands down his front, suddenly his shirt was on the floor and his belt was missing.

Will moved his way up her back until he reached her shoulders, slipping her shirt down her arms and onto the floor to join his. He felt accomplished as he thought back to the first few months of their relationship, when he could barely hold Emma's hand without her having a panic attack.

They were sitting on the pale green couch in her condo, Emma was clearly nervous about whatever she wanted to say, "I—I just don't know how good I'm going to be when it comes to the real...physical part of our relationship." She muttered so quietly Will was surprised he had heard it at all.

"I'm not worried about that," he whispered, moving a lock of hair out of her wide, ashamed eyes, "I kind of had a feeling it would be difficult for you. We'll move as slowly as you want. I'm not going to push you into anything."

Suddenly, she was lunging at him with such force they both found themselves on the spotless white carpet.

They stared into one another's eyes for a moment before laughing.

"We're going to be fine, Emma," Will helped her up.

She kissed his cheek softly, "I suppose we will."

When Emma realized where they were about to go, she climbed off Will, grabbed hold of his wrist and nearly dragged him to the bedroom, shut the door, kissed him with full force and tackled him onto the bed.

They had showered throughly and changed the sheets, Emma was contently snuggled into her husband's chest, sleeping soundly.

He was still awake, stroking her shoulders while she dreamt, "I love you," he whispered before pulling a heavier blanket over both of them, kissing her forehead and turning off the light.

Well, there you have it. First GLEE fic...and I believe the first one with a preggers Emma...I may be wrong...but I want to get mine up before the undoubtable masses with the same topic begin to flood this website. For notes galore on this chapter and future chapters, see my profile.

Hope you enjoyed it...something to tide you over until April...oh, sweet torture.

I'm not begging for reviews, but I am a fan of happy notes and constructive criticism. This wasn't beta'd...if you'd like to be a beta, by all means, contact me, so if there is something tragically wrong, please inform me...Was Emma out of character? Was the grammar just all over the place? I don't think so, but I also think the square root of our is rainbows.

Thanks for reading. Update over the weekend.