Being with Rachel Berry was not like he imagined it would be.
Like for example, Will thought she would always be singing. In reality, it was rare to catch her singing. The only time he really heard her was when she showered by herself - and since she moved in two months ago, that was rare. He also, for some reason thought she'd only want to watch musicals and chick flicks. But whenever Rachel chose the movie, she always picked an action or a crude humor. He thought she'd hate the sight of meat, but she didn't mind it. Whenever she made breakfast, she always would make him bacon.
He thought she was always going to want to spend money and shop like Terri. But she rarely did so and complained the most when they went to IKEA to purchase new furniture for the apartment. He thought she was going to be neat and tidy - and would always get on his case like Emma. But the state of his bathroom said otherwise. Rachel was easy-going, loving, always willing to compromise with him when they didn't agree. And he was deeply in love with her.
"Will?" the voice broke his train of thought and he looked down at the petite woman curled against his side. She was looking up at him with a questioning look on her face. "You're going to miss my favorite part. What were you thinking so deeply about?"
"You," he kissed the side of her temple.
She rose an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue.
"How come you never sing around the house?" Will asked after a moment.
Rachel Berry threw her head back in a loud laugh. "I'm not a walking jukebox!"
Will chuckled along with her. "I know that… it's just that for some reason I thought you would sing all the time."
"Are you disappointed?"
"Never."