Just realised I never put this up.

DISCLAIMER:I don't own any of the glee characters...

Emma stared at the desk, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She thought back to that simple walk from the bathroom to her office, which had turned into a miniature hell. She was so confused. He looked so upset.

Emma walked quickly from the bathroom. It was two o clock, and if she didn't walk fast enough, she'd have to meet with him. She picked up the pace as she spotted the curly head of hair walking past the door of the Spanish room. She hoped she could make it to her office before him. She started running, but realised it was in vain. She glanced at the tall man, simply leaning against the wall outside her office."Damn." she entered her office, then realised the man had now entered her office, that crooked smile she loved upon his handsome took a seat, then waited for his explanationfor his visit.

"Emma." he said.

"Will. Don't...don't you have a class?" she stuttered. She knew he didn't, but she couldn't face having to speak with him. Not now. That would take restraint, patience, and ultimately, willpower, and Emma didn't think she possessed any of those at that moment.

He shut the door, and took a seat across from Emma. He sighed."You know I don't."He looked so upset. Emma just wanted to run over jump into his arms-and she knew he wouldn't mind. So what's stopping you? She asked herself. Oh yes. He hurt her before. Shelby Corcoran and April Rhodes-"friends" of Will's. He was with them, while they were trying to work through their problems. Then she remembered Will was still here. She steadied herself.

"Why are you here Will?" she asked.A small, timid smile crossed his face. "I came to see you!" he grined.

Emma tried to mask her happiness, but not before a quick giggle escaped her lips. She saw Will relax into the chair as she blushed. She suddenly remembered why she had been trying to avoid him. She sat upright in her chair and faced the curly-haired man.

"Will, why are you really here? It's not a good time." she said quietly. She watched as his face fell, and she almost felt like telling him she was kidding. No, she told herself sharply. Will is not your boyfriend. He is a friend. A close friend. Almost too close, she thought. Stop it. He hurt you. She thought.

"Oh. Sorry." he muttered."I just thought, since I haven't seen you in a while that-"His face reddened, and Emma thought it was one of the cutest things she had ever seen. She shook her head."No...no..." she stood up."I mean, thanks, but I...I already have plans for today." she slowly got up out of his chair."Oh, right. Sorry, I just assumed that-"Emma felt angry. How dare he assume that she would spend the day alone! She took a step towards him."You assumed wrong, Will." she glared.

She walked to the door and opened it. Will walked out the door without a word. Emma returned to her chair. She sank into the seat and waited for Will to reappear with a grin, a joke, something. But he never returned. And now, Emma was depressed.

What was wrong with her? She didn't need Will Schuester. But still, they were friends. But, obviously, Will had been looking for something else. God knows, she wanted it too. So, so badly. But she couldn't tell him. What if she had mistaken his actions and words? She couldn't go on with that. How could she stay at McKinely, watching his face each day, his filled with guilt, probably, and hers filled with hurt, rejection, pain and sadness.

Suddenly, a voice broke her thoughts, and Emma felt sick as she heard the conversation.

"Schuester!" yelled the voice."Will Schuester!"Emma leapt from her chair and ran to the door.

Please God, do NOT let that be who I think it is.

Emma snuck a peek out of the door, and then rested against the wall. It was him.

Carl. Damn. Why is he early? Damn, please let Will just say hello then leave. I can't deal with this now.

She pressed her ear to the door, not willing to admit that Carl was here to see her. Not yet. She struggled to hear what Carl was saying, and then his voice grew louder.

"Schuester, you must come for a check-up soon. It must be over a year since I last saw you!"Carl said brightly. Emma watched as Carl glanced at his surroundings."So Schuester, do you work here?"Carl enquired. Emma saw Will smile, as he replied" Yes, I'm a Spanish teacher here."Will glanced at Carl. He shifted his feet. He began to say" Carl, if you don't mind, can I ask...?" Carl let out a booming laugh. "What I'm doing here?" he chuckled, and glanced towards Emma's office, expecting recognition on Will's face. Instead, he got a blank expression. Carl seemed surprised, judging by the look on his face."Not common knowledge, it appears." he grunted."You see, Schuester-

No! Damn Carl! I've got to intervene. But what to say? Will's smart. He mightn't fall for it. I've got to try. He can't find out this way.

Emma ran into the alway, interrupting Carl's sentence. Will stared through her, but Carl turned and exclaimed joyously."Emma! Sorry I'm early; I finished up early at the practice. He smiled at her. But Emma only had eyes for the curly haired man, who was staring at her. Emma blushed."Hiya Carl. Ready for our hygiene session?" She smiled. Carl looked confused, but he said," Oh yes, I'm looking forward to it immensely." he winked.

Thank God Carl is facing me. I really don't want Will to find out. Not this way anyway.

But Emma knew Will was smart. He raised an eyebrow, as if to say," Is this what I think it is?"She gazed innocently at him, and he relaxed. That was when Carl dropped the bombshell.

"Em, honey, if we don't hurry we'll miss the movie. We have to stop and get sanitizer first, remember?"

Please tell me that didn't just happen. This cannot be happening.

Emma couldn't say anything as she watched the handsome, curly haired man disappear down the hallway. She barely felt Carl take her hand and lead her out of the school grounds to where his car waited. He opened the car door, and Emma slipped into the car, and put on her seatbelt. Carl attempted to start a conversation, but gave up when he realised Emma just didn't want to talk. They reached the turn for her condo, and Carl politely asked would she prefer to rest tonight, and do something tomorrow. Emma smiled, and nodded. He dropped at her door, whispered" Night, Em." and softly kissed her cheek. Emma shuddered beneath his touch.

I wish it was Will here. No! Stop it Emma. Stop torturing yourself with what will never be.

A solitary tear slid down her cheek.

She watched Carl drive off into the distance, then ran into her condo. She lay down on the couch, buried her head in a pillow, and cried herself to sleep.

That night, Emma Pillsbury dreamed of Will Schuester. It was a nice dream. They were married, and living in her condo. Emma's dream life as .

She woke with a start of this fantasy with the blaring of a mobile phone. Tiredly, Emma answered the phone.

"Hello?" she whispered.

"Emma?" muttered a voice.

"God, you scared me. It's 3 in the morning! What's wrong with you? It's a bit early for phone calls!" she exclaimed. She heard him sigh down the phone.

"Thank God." he sighed."I was so worried you wouldn't answer."

"With good reason!"

"Yeah, I know, I know. Listen Em, I need a favour."

"What?"

Emma heard a sigh at the end of the phone.

"I need you to bail me out of jail."Will whispered.