Hey guys …okay so here is a new story. I know I am very bad at updating and I will update all of them in time. I promise…especially my Wemma stories. School is almost out for the summer and this is just something I had been working on between classes throughout the semester. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee for if I did Wemma would be the whole show!
Emma POV
Will was always your weakness. You couldn't help it, even if you were now married to Carl. Will was always going to have a hold on your heart, so when he called you one night drunk you went over to him. You tell yourself that you are going to make sure that he is okay but your stop to pick up several bottles of wine says otherwise. When you arrive he stumbles to the door surprised to see you, as if he has already forgotten he called, but he pulls you inside wrapping an arm around your waist and whispering promiscuous nonsense in your ear. You smell the alcohol on his breath and suddenly remember the bottles in your arms. Smiling, you lead him to the couch and run to the kitchen to get the glasses remembering well where everything is. Filling both glasses, you rejoin him in the living room and begin to sip the cool liquid that burns slightly on its way down.
Before you know it, all three bottles of wine are gone. You feel slightly tingly and know that you are not capable of making the best judgments. Laughs and friendly banter soon transition into a close embrace and stolen kisses. Carl is but a distant memory as you allow Will better access, tasting the mixture of vodka and wine on his tongue. Pent up sexual tensions take their toll and you are both all too eager to cross lines in your compromised states. You feel him lift you and know he is headed for the bedroom but you don't care. He doesn't know that you are still a virgin; after all you are married so anyone would assume you had passed that milestone long ago. The alcohol in your system is causing you not to care. Clothes shed and passion takes over as you feel the pain and pleasure mingle deep within you. Everything is a blur which you are sure that you will regret later, but you feel good knowing that Will is your first, however it came to be. It is over all too soon and you feel the loss of warmth as he leaves you. You have little time to think before you both pass out from exhaustion and your drunkenness.
The morning brings a headache and slight panic as you realize you aren't in your condo and your night comes rushing back with astounding clarity. Will's sleeping form beside you provides even more confirmation that the vivid images burnt into your mind are not just dreams. What you think went on last night is indeed reality. You are both completely naked and quickly gather your clothes, being quite as so not to wake Will. You know he was much more intoxicated than you and you are hoping to disappear before he can wake up and remember the events from last night are real. You gather all evidence of your presence, washing and returning the wine glasses to their place in his cabinet and taking the empty wine bottles as you slip out the door. You can't help but think that losing your virginity was nothing like the movies with romance and breakfast in bed. Reality brings soreness and a walk of shame well run…but part of you is still glad it was Will.
Guilt creeps in slowly as you crank your Volvo and think about the house you are returning to. You won't have to explain your absence as Carl has been out of town the past few days at a dental convention but he is due back this evening so you have only twelve hours to compose yourself. You are thankful for the empty condo that greets you so that you can shower and cry in peace…at least for a short while. You cry because you are a cheater, you cry because you know Will won't remember, and you cry because you were too weak to lose it to Will all those months ago during Glee's Madonna week.
Will's POV
The sun shining through your curtains rouses you from your slumber. Your head is pounding and your mind feels hazy. You groan and roll over suddenly realizing you are naked and laying on top of the covers. As hard as you try you cannot recall how you ended up here. The last thing you remember is dialing Emma. "OH GOD. EMMA!" you think as you tear yourself from the bed and immediately regret your swift movements as your head goes spinning and you barely retain your balance. You shuffle to your couch, hand on head begging the pounding to stop, lift your phone from the coffee table, and frantically scroll down hoping that you only imagined calling her. Your hopes are dashed as her name comes up in your recent calls and your cheeks go red with embarrassment when you think of all you could have said. You know that when you are drunk that you have no ability to sensor yourself and based on your feelings for Emma you probably harassed her or suggested sexual motives in the message you left her. The combined hangover and thought of facing Emma at school makes you queasy and wish you could crawl in a hole and die. "How could I have been so stupid?" You think not even knowing just how reckless and stupid you have been.
When your car pools into the parking lot Monday morning you feel a twisting in your gut at the thought of seeing Emma after the fool you made of yourself Saturday evening. Thankfully, you are saved from an awkward greeting as you are running late and Emma is already busy at work in her office. An audible sigh of relief escapes you and you return your thoughts to the school day. Emma creeps back into your thoughts though as you begin the day, handing out a simple worksheet to your students because you hadn't had time to plan a true lesson with your "activities" this past weekend. Lunch with Emma comes all too soon and although you consider skipping it you know that you are going to have to face her sooner or later. You regret having agreed to have lunch with her in her office last Friday, but you had jumped at any chance to spend time with her…not knowing how you would act this weekend. As you approach her office you see that the lights are off and a note pinned to the door. It says, "Will- Carl came to take me to lunch. I'm sorry…rain check? –Emma" First you are flooded with relief but that quickly fades into fear: fear that she is avoiding you; fear that she was just being polite in her way of escaping you. Little do you know that your fears are real but not for the reasons you think.