Author's Note: Valentine's Day. Wemma. They just go hand in hand, don't they? With the anticipation of the Heart episode of Glee, here's my Valentine's Day story for Will and Emma. Please read and review; I really enjoy reading your feedback, because I write for you, Wemma fans. I would like to sincerely thank Jodie, my Beta. She's amazing and offers the best suggestions to make these stories what they are. Love ya!

"Happy Valentine's Day."

Caught in those final moments between dreaming and consciousness, Emma felt the tender touch of Will's lips against hers. She moved her arm to rest her hand on the base of Will's neck, but no one was there. The kiss felt so real, so vivid. It startled her somewhat and her eyes flickered open immediately.

Emma was alone.

Through darkness and squinted eyes, she sat up and scanned the bedroom. Everything seemed to be in its usual place. Emma glanced over at the clock. The alarm didn't wake her as per usual on a school day.

"Will?"

She felt for her fiancé's body. His side of the bed was cold. And there was something…crinkly.

She turned on the bedside lamp, a dim yellow light flooding the room.

Roses. Beautiful velvety-red long-stemmed roses; wrapped in cellophane and heart-printed tissue paper. Emma picked them up and breathed in their fragrance. Each little bud was on the verge of blooming, their petals so soft and satiny to the touch. She opened the tiny envelope that was attached to the cellophane and pulled out a card. Will's handwriting. Four words. I love you, Emma. She shivered.

"I do. I love you, you know."

Emma looked up and saw Will leaning against the door frame, wearing his boxers. His hair was slightly mussed from sleeping and he had that heated look in his eyes.

"I love you too Will. Happy Valentine's Day." She leapt out of bed and jumped straight into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips. Emma pressed her lips against his, kissing him deeply, slowly, lovingly.

"Whoa baby," Will exclaimed once they came up for air. "That was a kiss and a half. You didn't even stop to brush your teeth first."

"Mm-huh, couldn't spoil the mood," Emma sighed. She kissed his forehead, then his nose, combing her fingers through his hair.

"I've got breakfast ready for us; we better eat before it gets cold." Will let go of her so she could get down, but Emma refused to budge.

"Carry me to the kitchen." She grinned at him.

"Like this?"

"Like this."

"Okay," he smiled back. Will interlocked his fingers underneath her behind to support her and they walked to the kitchen, kissing each other the entire way. Emma's hands remained around his neck until he sat her down at the kitchen table.

Emma looked at her plate. "Aww…heart shaped pancakes?"

"Nothing says love like cooked dairy-free batter…and a champagne breakfast." Will poured the sparkling wine into two glass flutes, each with a strawberry perched securely on the rim. He sat down next to her, trickling maple syrup over his pancakes and then Emma's. She took a few pieces of cut up fruit from the platter Will prepared and added it to her plate.

"Oooh Will this all looks so yummy. Thank you. And the roses…so pretty."

"No need to thank me Em. I love spoiling you. It's the most romantic day of the year, how could I not?"

They clinked their glasses together and took a sip. Chilled yellow liquid mixed with bubbles slid down their throats. It was possibly too early to be having alcohol, but a welcome change to the caffeine-infused morning starter.

"I wish we didn't have to go to school today," Emma said.

"I know, I'd rather spend all day with you, but it's only a few hours. Then tonight, it's just us. And we can celebrate all evening." Will raised his eyebrows cheekily.

Emma blushed. "And exchange gifts?"

"You betcha."

"I can't wait for you to see what I got you; you're going to love it."

"As much as I love you?"

"Well, yes, but I wouldn't want you loving me any less."

"That would be impossible." Will leaned over and kissed her lips tenderly. They ate their breakfast leisurely, talking in between the silence. Sharing a life together for this long, they didn't feel the need to make conversation. The presence of each other was enough. It was nice.

"Oh I just realised, I haven't made our lunches yet." She pushed her seat back, but Will stopped her.

"Already done. I was up super early. Everything's taken care of."

"You have been busy this morning. Anything else I should know about then?" Emma moved over to Will's seat and sat on his lap, draping her right arm around his shoulder.

"Hmm," Will thought aloud, "You'll just have to wait and see." He kissed her nose. Emma reached for a strawberry and popped it in his mouth. He bit into the red flesh and kissed her, their lips immovably gript to each other, both tasting the sweet juices of strawberry and champagne. He lightly ran the tip of his tongue over her top lip and kissed her again. Taking her left hand, Will admired her engagement ring and kissed her fingers.

"I like seeing this ring on your finger."

Emma smiled at Will, weaving her fingers through his hair. "The day I say 'I do' to you will be the happiest day of my life."

"You'll become Mrs Emma Schuester. I love you so much. I can't describe it. You were the missing piece in my life and now, I'm complete. It's all because of you."

"Oh, Will, that's such a beautiful thing to say." Emma touched his cheek with her hand. "I'm glad. You're the only man for me; you make me feel so special."

"My charming Professor Dollface, you are special."

The duo finished off the remainder of their breakfast and as Will washed the dishes, Emma had a quick shower, brushed her teeth and got ready for school. She grabbed her red blouse and patterned skirt of red hearts and roses out of her wardrobe, along with her red t-strap heels. Emma blow-dried and curled her hair, then selected a pair of drop heart Betsey Johnson earrings to finish off her Valentine-themed outfit. Happy with her appearance, she made the bed, laying her roses on her bedside table.

Will popped into their bedroom a few minutes later, dressing in his standard jeans and long-sleeved business shirt. The scent of cologne filled the air when he splashed a few drops on himself. Emma breathed it in deeply; this was the same cologne she smelt the first time Will rushed past her in the hallways of McKinley. That was moment when she developed an unmistakable crush on the kindest, gentlest, most passionate teacher at school.

"Gosh you smell great," Emma noted, giving him a hug.

He kissed the top of her head. "Why thank you. And you look very pretty today, all dressed in red. My lady in red."

"Oh! Speaking of red, the roses! I want to take them to school with me and have them on my desk." Emma picked up the roses, marvelling at how perfect they were. Will was so thoughtful; he had already done so much this morning, Emma had an inkling there was more to come today.

"Great, let's roll honey," said Will as he slicked his hair back.

"You grab the coats and I'll grab the lunches," Emma replied, pulling her handbag over her shoulder.

They hurried out of the apartment to Will's vehicle and began the drive to work. It was quite cool out today, the sun barely peeking through the cloud cover. Emma laid the roses in her lap, still in awe of them.

"Hey look," Will pointed out to Emma. "Someone's put up signs to their fiancée for Valentine's day." On the side of the road, hammered into the ground was a sign with heart-shaped balloons attached. There was a single word in black writing painted on.

You.

"Aw, isn't that sweet," Emma beamed. "I bet this girl is going to get a huge surprise when she drives to work today!" It was so nice to see the tradition of this special day still being celebrated. Love was definitely in the air.

"Can you let me know what it says, I have to focus on the road," Will asked.

"Sure!" Emma paused between each word, reading out when they were visible enough. "You. Mean. The. World. To Me. Happy. Valentine's. Day. Emma. I love you. Wil…Will? Will! Oh my God, Will, this is for me? This is why you were up so early this morning?"

"Uh-huh. All for you. And everyone in Lima is going to know how I feel about you."

"Will, I don't know what to say. I'm touched, really. You're making such a fuss over me." Emma put her hand on his leg, squeezing it. "I think I'm going to cry."

"Don't cry Em."

"You've done all this for me this morning. The roses, the breakfast, the signs. I am so lucky to have you. You mean the world to me." She wiped away a single tear, overcome with emotion.

They pulled up in the parking lot of McKinley High and undid their seatbelts. Emma took a deep breath and turned to Will. Her heart beat rapidly and without hesitation, she leaned over the handbrake and fell into Will's muscular, wanting arms, kissing him with all the torrid, sizzling affection that pervaded her innermost feelings about the man she loved. Their eyes closed, the enchanting scent of the roses infusing their psyches, circling their bodies, entwining their souls.

Emma took hold of his collar, lightly nibbling on his bottom lip. Will's hand rummaged all over her back, descending on her hips, rubbing her gently with the stroke of his thumb. But it wasn't enough. He pulled her closer, out of her seat, the roses spilling from their paper and cellophane enclosure all over the front seats, on the floor, everywhere. Will leaned his seat back, his head hitting the glass as Emma rested her body on his. Their desire for each other capitulated to the point of ecstasy; their small fire was turning into a raging inferno.

Emma parted her lips, allowing his tongue entry into her mouth. Will accepted hungrily, cupping her face with his hands, sweeping his tongue around hers, kissing her swiftly and then pleasurably dragging it out, until Emma moaned for more.

"Mm honey," Emma gasped, wrapped up in their stolen moment. His fingers plunged into her hair, massaging her scalp and base of her neck as her hands rested on his chest. She couldn't believe she was making out with Will in his car. On school grounds. How devilishly stimulating. Will sucked on her lips, his body heat increasing, his tongue sliding in and out of her mouth, his own moans overpowering Emma's.

The handbrake began to dig into Emma's leg, causing some discomfort. She tried to shift herself to a better position but it was no use. Will, noticing her struggle, attempted to lift himself up and bring her over to the driver's seat so she could sit in his lap. Grabbing her behind, still forcefully kissing her, he lifted her towards him, but she slipped and let out a small scream, putting her hand out to stop her falling towards Will's feet.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

They jumped, the highly loud, unexpected sound of his car horn blared out for everyone to hear. They stared at each other in shock and then broke out into a flood of laughter. Will ducked his head, hoping no one saw them. He raised his head slowly, peering through the glass. Safe. For now.

"Oops," Emma bit her lip.

"Baby, it's okay. Probably best if we stopped now."

Emma's face was red and blushing profusely. "I – I – I just, that was so hot. Unbelievably hot."

Will caught his breath, kissing her forehead, then one final time on the lips, grabbing her chin. "Expect more tonight." They gazed into each other's eyes, the mutual attraction as bright as spun gold delighting their senses. He took a single rose from the many scattered in the car and lightly traced it over her cheeks, her forehead, her neck, everywhere. Emma's heart fluttered. The fragrance of roses now held new meaning. She'd never be able to look at another rose the same way nor smell them without conjuring up images of their impassioned moment in the car.

"How will I survive the day?" Emma asked fondly.

"It's going to be tough for me too." Will combed his hands through her hair, fixing what his mussed up from their impulsive, yet delicious kisses. They collected the roses, bundling them back into their packaging. Emma checked herself in the rear view mirror; her lips were incredibly swollen with a pink glow around them. It was going to be hard to hide that until it calmed down.

Stepping out of the car, they composed themselves, straightened up what was messed up, smoothed out any wrinkles in their clothing and they put their coats on. Will grabbed their lunchboxes and they linked their hands as they walked to the school building entrance. Emma proudly carried the roses and as soon as she arrived at her office, she put them in the crystal vase she kept spare in her cupboard.

Will took hold of her arm. "I have to go now. I'll see you at lunch. Do you want to have lunch here, or my office?"

"Your office. More privacy there," Emma replied.

"Great, because what I want to do with you is not for public display." He kissed her cheek and neck.

"Will!" Emma felt her body blush.

"I'm only teasing, but I think we need to have a quiet lunch together."

"Great idea. I'll see you later Will."

"Bye Em." Will blew her a kiss at the door and then headed down the hallway to his office.

Emma sat down at her desk. Today was going to be amazing. Now she definitely knew that Will was planning something else. The excitement from anticipating how the remainder of the day was going to pan out exhilarated every fibre of her being. She began to daydream all the possibilities. She was looking forward to it all. Tonight wasn't her greatest concern though. How was she going to make it to lunch?