Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters. This story is for entertainment purposes only.
Till now… I always got by on my own…
Emma Pillsbury sat in her office contemplating her situation with Ken Tanaka. How did she did in this mess? Why did she agree to a marriage that she wanted nothing to do with? Ken was a nice enough person, but not the man she dreamed of marrying. She longed for curly brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a firm body. Not an overweight, smelly, football coach that was more concerned with what to eat for lunch than what she desired. As Emma got up from the chair to reorganize the files for the day, she heard a knock at the door. Will Shuester, the owner of those chocolate brown eyes that made her melt, was at the door.
"Hey, Emma. Can I ask you somethin'?" Will asked, smiling.
"Sure, Will, something about Glee?" Emma had helped Will a few times with Glee club including judging the mash-ups a few months back.
"No, I was actually wondering if you could help me shop for some furniture for my new apartment. You have a good eye for stuff that, you know, matches." Will had recently divorced his high-school sweet-heart, Terri. She had lied to him about being pregnant, causing a strain on their marriage. Will could not trust her again and decided that leaving was the only way to move on.
"Oh. Sure, when were you thinking about going?" Of course, Emma would change her schedule to fit his, just to be able to be around him.
"How about tonight? I am really tired of sleeping on my cousin's futon in the middle of an empty living room. Sorta depressing, you know? I have to at least begin to be on my own." Will got that look in his eye when speaking about his situation. While he was mostly over Terri, he was still sad about the whole thing.
"Sure thing, Will. I'll meet you at Ikea?"
"Perfect, Emma. Say, 6pm? Maybe we could get a drink after." Will took his leave from the room and walked down the hall.
Emma sat back down at her desk, shuffling her papers. Finally, she was going to be with Will outside of school. One thing ran through her mind: what was she going to wear?
I never really counted till I met you… And now it chills to the bone… How do I get you alone? How do I get you alone?
As they laughed their way through the maze of displays and models, Emma and Will found several items for his new place. Well, Emma should take most of the credit anyway. After a grueling 3 hour session of shopping, Will was ready to call it quits.
"Emma, I think we can come back for part two another day. I am totally wiped." Will sat down on one of the display couches, patting the seat next to him, inviting Emma to sit.
"I think you're right, my feet are killing me!" But Emma remained standing, smoothing her skirt. She had settled for a black skirt with a bright blue top that flattered her figure. She didn't want to appear she was trying to hard, but still wanted him to notice. When he first caught sight of her he had complimented the color, which made her blush.
"How about we go grab a smoothie or something?" Will got up almost as quickly as he had sat down.
"Um, we could go back to my place and I could make us some milkshakes. Would that be alright?" Emma was really picky about food places but was still worried that she had been too forward about inviting him to her place.
Will was about to answer when his phone rang. "Excuse me for a sec, k?" Will walked a bit away, looking worried. Emma sat precariously on the edge of an ottoman, making sure to check for cleanliness first.
When Will returned he looked annoyed, worried, and tired all at the same time. "That was… that was… Terri. She, um, wants to talk. I'm sorry, Em, but can I take a raincheck on that invitation? Terri and I are still sorting through some of our stuff from our apartment. Maybe she wants to give me the couch or something." Will ran his hands through his hair, a nervous habit. Emma sighed to herself and got off the ottoman.
"Of course, no problem at all. I actually have to… have to go talk to Ken anyway." Emma smoothed the front of her top and adjusted the bag on her shoulder.
"Okay. So, milkshakes, next time after round two of 'Ikea Nation'?" Will looked into Emma's eyes, making her weak at the knees.
"Yes, perfect."
Will walked Emma to her car and watched her drive away before walking to his own car. As he walked to her car, looking down at his shoes, he thought of how Emma's hair fell in her eyes when she smiled. The way she moved her hands when she was excited about something. The way she smiled at him. And he realized: he was slowly falling for her.
Once Emma had shut her front door and had placed her bag carefully on it's shelf, she gave into the tears that had been building up on the drive home. Terri was still in the picture, how ever little. Emma sobbed until she couldn't control the shaking. She walked into the kitchen and something caught her eye. A figure was sitting on her couch, it's feet on the ottoman. The figure got up and walked towards her. It was her fiancée, Ken.
"Ken? What are you… how did you… " Emma stammered, anxious.
"Key, Emma, I made a copy." Ken held it up for her to see. She hadn't given him permission to do that. She was furious.
"Emma, we need to talk." Ken sat on the stool at the kitchen counter and picked up an apple, turning it over in his hands.
"Yes, Ken, I think we do." Emma wiped the remaining tears from her face.
Till now, I always got by on my own…
Author's Note:
This is my first attempt in awhile at fanfiction. Let me know what you honestly think. I accept constructive criticism. Thank you for any feedback which you may have.
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