Note; Ok, I've written plenty of fanfics but none of them Glee so bear with me!
This is the story of Emma and Will, and I know there have got to be thousands of these - but this one isn't so predictable.
Enjoy, reviews are more appreciated than anything, and the second chapter will be up VEERRY soon! (it gets way happier)
Also, the points of view change from Emma to Will each chapter.
The sound of heels echoed in the silent ballroom, banging in the ears of the only people left. One sat at a table, fingers running through his perfectly gelled hair as he wondered: "What the hell have I done?" The other was the one making the sound as she left the heartbreaking scene, urging herself over and over: "Don't look back, Emma, don't look back."
Emma took a deep, shuddering breath and exited the building, holding up her wedding dress as she quickly increased her speed. Soon she was running, desperately trying to get home as fast as possible. She managed to pull her keys out of some inside pocket in that huge wedding dress, and she climbed into the small car with the thick train nearly constricting her every move. "Ok, just put the keys into the ignition. You've got this." Why was she talking to herself now? With trembling hands, she started the car and recklessly backed out and sped away. Emma drove along the highway, singing along happy tunes to lift her spirits – there was nothing she could do now; Will had lost whatever chance he had with her.
She urged the tears to start flowing, as if that would be some kind of relief for her broken heart, but they wouldn't. Her tear ducts run dry and the love of her life out of the picture, it seemed as though there was nothing left. Emma seemed to set her mind on autopilot as these thoughts ran through her head; before she knew it the car was in her driveway and a hot shower was calling her name. Looking up at her home, a place that should've been her haven, Emma couldn't find any solace that things would lighten up. She dragged her dress along and tried to ignore all the dirt that would soon cover the beautiful white fabric. The only thing that got her through it was the idea of that shower and being scrubbed completely clean.
Emma unlocked the door and ignored her usual routine of entering the house, she needed cleanliness and hand wipes weren't going to cut it at that moment. As she made her way to her room and found nothing was in disarray, she slowly unzipped her wedding dress and stepped out of it. She walked over to glance in the mirror and couldn't ignore the wet mascara trailing down her cheeks and the foundation blurred in different areas. "I'm a mess, no wonder…" Emma trailed off, definitely not needing anything else lowering her mood. Quickly, she made her way to the bathroom and ripped off her matching bra and panties – in a neat way, of course. Emma put them in the hamper and turned on the shower to a temperature only cold enough so that her skin wouldn't burn off…she needed the heat in order to attempt taking her mind of things. The outside world seemed to evaporate as steaming water poured onto her body and she shampooed suds into her hair. Sweet-smelling conditioner worked its magic and she rubbed just a dab of strawberry body wash on her torso, for it calmed her nerves.
Ten minutes passed and a pair of green pajamas made their way onto her, and Emma tried to get Will Schuester out of her mind. She lay down on her soft bed and closed her eyes, but all she saw was his face in the darkness. Sighing, she rolled over and grabbed her phone from the desk. Emma looked at it, wondering whether or not to call him and apologize – but that would be pathetic and unnecessary, for he'd put it perfectly…he just left his wife. She flipped open her phone with another sigh and perked up, the "six missed calls" alert catching her attention. Going through the list, she half-expected it to be a cruel-joke of some sort. One was obviously a telemarketer – unimportant, but the remaining five were from Will, and he'd left three messages. Emma dialed her voicemail and quickly skipped the old ones, desperate to hear his voice. The first began playing in her ears:
"Hey Emma…it's Will, sorry to call but I think I gave you my lesson plan on accident. Um, before you leave on Monday can you just give it to me? Thanks, I - …uh bye."
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped, tears finally able to pour out of her reddened eyes. Did he not care, or was he trying to make an excuse? She couldn't think straight, not after all that had happened. Knowing in her heart they weren't important, Emma quickly deleted the other two and curled up into bed. Sleep, sleep…she just needed to sleep.