Will Schuester watched silently as Emma Pillsbury wrung her hands nervously and paced the floor in front of the desk in his Spanish class. Emma looked worried sick about something, that was nothing new Emma was a worrier, but usually her freak outs waited until lunch hour. Emma had never tracked him down during school hours between classes to talk about anything personal.

"Look Emma if you tell me what's wrong I can help." Will's eyebrows arched with false pity. "Is it Carl? You two still not working things out?"

It wasn't very subtle but Will was desperate to know what was going on between Emma and her husband. He couldn't just up and ask the woman but the fact that she was here pacing his floor had to mean there was some kind of development.

"It's not about me and Carl Will I have a problem. A school counselor problem that I need your help with."

Will let the disappointment fester underneath the surface and let himself be taken over by the prospect of helping Emma. Baby steps, he told himself. Earn her trust back. He knew Emma needed to feel as if she can come to him with anything. That and that alone would draw them closer.

"Anything I can do to help you know that but I don't know much about being a school counselor."

Emma shrugged. "You don't have to. You know all of my sessions with students are confidential right?"

Will nodded. "Right."

"Well let's just say one of your Glee clubbers needs a little extra support right now."

The mention of the Glee club pushed all thoughts of winning Emma's affection out of Will's mind. Temporarily at least. One of the kids was in trouble? Who?

"What's going on Emma? Is one of the kids in trouble?"

Emma covered her ears like a pre-schooler. "That's all I can say Will. It's not legal trouble or grades but it's important." She shook her head defiantly. "That's all I can say." She didn't give him a chance to respond before she left the room.

Will stood in the Choir room during rehearsal and watched as the class talked amongst themselves. Everybody looked fine. Nobody seemed to be in bad shape. What was Emma talking about he wondered to himself.

When Santana Lopez stepped into the room with Sam on her heels Will watched them closely. Santana wasn't smiling but she hardly ever smiled. Sam seemed okay too, even after her embarrassing rendition of Trouty Mouth a few weeks ago the kid bounced back right away. He didn't have a care in the world most days. He did notice they weren't holding hands, they weren't even touching each other but once again that was classic Santana. She'd been dating Sam for almost a month, a record for her, it wasn't surprising she was getting bored with him.

Before Santana was able to take her seat Brittany was out of her chair and tugging Santana by the arm and towards the hallway. "Can I talk to you in private?" Brittany asked. Santana rolled her eyes and yanked her arm away from her best friend.

"Why?" She asked. Something about the way she asked struck Will as off. She seemed vicious.

Brittany looked hurt. "Santana please."

Santana rolled her eyes again and finally leaned over and gave a confused Sam a kiss on the cheek. "Be right back fish lips." She said smiling and gave Sam a quick wink. Her smile disappeared almost instantly as they disappeared into the hallway.

As Sam took his seat Will pondered the last few weeks. Brittany and Santana were always the best of friends but lately he couldn't remember seeing them together once. Were they fighting? Is that what Emma was worried about? Teenagers fought all the time, about everything. Hell Brittany and Santana fought like prize fighters. They'd argue about the color of lipstick they should wear on any given day or what dish to order at Breadstix. Their last fight had been about the duet assignment and they didn't even end up signing together.

"Hey," Will asked the class bringing everyone to attention, "Does anyone know what's going on with those two? Are they fighting again?"

"They fight all the time Mr. Schue, they're girls." Noah Puckerman added. His insultingly sexist comment got a nod from both Sam and Finn.

"Yeah they'll be fine by lunch time." Finn said confidently.

"You boys are so stupid. Santana and Brittany are seriously on the outs." Rachel Berry told the class in her usual annoyingly confident way.

"Yeah they haven't said a thing to each other in weeks." Mercedes added.

This was news to Will's ears. Had he missed this? Maybe he was no better than the stupid boys Rachel was complaining about. "Is that normal behavior when they fight?"

Quinn had known the girls the longest through the Cheerio's and shook her head no confidently. "No Mr. Schue it's not normal. A day or two maybe but three weeks? Three weeks means there's a real problem."

Will looked over to Artie who was sitting silently in his wheelchair almost in a corner. "Artie has Brittany said anything to you? Has she told you why they're fighting?"

Artie's face turned red. "I've been asking but she won't tell me. She said it's private."

Everyone looked over at Sam. "Santana is being Santana, she won't tell me anything either," he said defensively.

Quinn glared at him. "Sam did you even ask?"

Sam shrugged. "No because she's Santana."

Puckerman nodded along. "Sam's right, she hates being asked questions and she doesn't talk about feelings."

Will sighed. These kids weren't going to be any help. "Well does anybody have any idea how it started or when it started?"

"Well actually Mr. Schue I think it's fairly obvious. It started with the sexy assignment. Santana and Brittany had a private meeting with Ms. Holliday. Later they sang a song with her and after that they've been fighting."

The sexy assignment Will asked himself. Landslide. They sang Stevie Nicks and Rachel made a crack about Sapphic feelings that went over everyone's head. Everyone but Santana, she freaked out and got defensive. And what had Brittany asked her after the song ended? Is that really how you feel?

The truth hit Will like a brick to the face. Were they a couple? A real couple and not the usual Santana/Brittany combo you got when you saw them together.

"Maybe we can sing a song to cheer them up. You know get them to make up." Finn said.

"How about 'I want you to want me' by Cheap Trick." Rachel said with an arrogant smile.

Anger boiled up in Will. "Rachel that's not funny. You're going to make this worse by making light of it."

Everyone looked at Rachel curiously. Clearly they didn't know the song or catch the reference. They would no doubt Google it or listen to it on YouTube later.

"Sorry Mr. Schue but it's Santana, it's kind of hard to feel sorry for her." Rachel said only half defending herself.

Quinn spoke up again. "What about Brittany? Brittany's a sweetheart. If you say stuff like that to Santana she's going to kick your butt for making fun of Brittany."

"Yeah the quickest way to make her mad is to make fun of Brittany. She once threatened to shave my Mohawk and glue it to my back for calling Brittany dumb." Puckerman added.

"So what the heck is going on with them then?" Sam asked.

"Well actually." Rachel started to say.

Will cut her off immediately. "Rachel let them tell us when they're ready." Will knew the worst thing they could do was try to push this out of them. Especially with things not going well. "We just have to give them some space."

A half a second later Brittany stepped into the room head hanging, eyes red, and arms crossed on her chest. She didn't look up from the floor but found her way to Will at the piano. "Mr. Schue can I be excused?" Her voice cracked as she spoke, her words were shaky and full of pain.

Will was caught off guard. He couldn't just let her out of class because she had a fight with her girlfriend. He opened his mouth to say I'm sorry no when Santana walked in. She was crying tears. Real tears that didn't turn to acid when they hit the floor. He heard the class gasp and begin to whisper to themselves.

"Mr. Schue I forgot my homework in my locker I need to go get it." She lied unconvincingly.

Okay Will thought to himself, this was out of his realm of expertise. "You know what, why don't you both go see Ms. Pillsbury."

They nodded and Santana left the room immediately. Brittany went to her desk and grabbed her things. The whole class was staring but she still hadn't looked up from the floor.

"It'll be okay Brittany just talk to Ms. Pillsbury." Will told her. Brittany nodded and disappeared into the hallway.

"Was Santana crying? I didn't even think she knew how to cry." Finn said.

"What the heck is going on will somebody please explain it?" Sam asked.

Quinn shook her head angrily. "You'll find out soon enough Beard."

Rachel laughed out loud but the rest of the class stayed silent. Will wanted to scold Quinn but Sam really did need to get a clue. The kid just wasn't getting it. Well if anybody tells him it won't be here. It won't be now Will said to himself.

"You know maybe we should just start talking about songs for Nationals." Will said. Glee club wasn't the place to talk about this.