Ok so this is my first ever fanfiction for any show ever! i LOVE glee soo much! after i watched "sectionals" (.ever.) this idea popped into my head, and i HAD to write it down. i hope you like it! please review! i hope it's interesting enough for you! this is just CHAPTER ONE. if u like it i'll post chapter 2 which gets down to the good stuff lol and will clear everything up. please excuse the lack of capitalization. i wrote this on my ipod touch at 1am in the notes app and just now transfered it here. i will have correct format for future chapters. :)
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It's good to be back, emma thought as she sat herself down on her all too familiar desk chair, rearranged the papers on her desk, and rubbed the wood over with a fresh chlorox wipe.
Or had she ever really left in the first place?
Most of it was just a blur after those few seconds of total bliss she encountered as will schuester gave her the most wonderful kiss she had ever had in her entire life. It was almost as if she was expecting him to come running after her, like in the movies. Maybe, but she never expected him to do what he did after he caught up with her. It was much better than any chick flick she ever saw. Sweet will, he looked so nervous as he pulled away! Like he was afraid that he had somehow offended her. Words couldn't have possibly expressed how she felt, so she had to reassure him with a smile. Even if he never chased after her or kissed her so sweetly, emma knew she would always be in love with will schuester, and now, she finally knew that he loved her too.
The next step was to get her job back. As she and will walked hand in hand into Figgins' office, they explained the (very carefully pre-planned) story of a complete misunderstanding and how emma realized that she just couldn't leave McKinley high. Figgins looked a little suspicious at first but assured her that he would love for her to resume her place as guidance counselor, and no one had yet begun to interview a replacement so soon. Even though she knew she was doing the right thing, Emma still felt nervous. She knew that seeing ken every day would be hard and that the guilt wouldn t go away for a long time, but she would at least have will, the only man she ever truly loved who loved her back, and he would help her make it through this. She and will agreed to keep their relationship a secret from ken, until he could handle being told the truth. No hint of it could in a million years ever go to sue sylvester either. The new couple would remain tight lipped for as long as humanly possible.
" Ms. pillsbury?" emma snapped back to reality as figgins entered her office followed by a young student. A girl, probably a freshman. "Chelsea is here to meet with you now."
"oh, of course. Have a seat, chelsea." emma was so infatuated with her daydreaming that she forgot about the task at hand. She flipped through the papers on her desk until she reached the girl's file. Chelsea Cronin.
Chelsea sat down, wearing a terrified expression on her face and looking very sleep deprived.
Poor girl, thought emma. What has she gotten herself into?
It didn't look like the girl wanted to talk just yet, so Emma started the conversation off. She grinned.
"hi, Chelsea, I'm Ms. pillsbury and I just want to talk to you for a little while. You're not in trouble, so don't worry."
No response. Chelsea just fixated her eyes on the tile flooring.
"some teachers have noticed a pattern in your behavior. They told me you ask to go to the bathroom at certain times of the day, in certain classes. Sometimes more than once per class, or sometimes as long as 15 minutes. Is this true?"
Chelsea nodded, still looking at the floor.
"and they also mentioned your clothes."
Emma studied the girl. She was wearing a green thermal long sleeved shirt, and black fleece gloves were on her hands. This may not have seemed strange at first, until emma remembered that it was the last day of April.
"honey, it's 75 degrees outside. Aren't you hot with that shirt and those gloves on?"
The girl shook her head.
"is there something wrong, sweetie?"
Chelsea shook her head again.
"are you sure?"
She began to nod, but then hesitated and shook her head once more.
"do you want to talk about it?"
There was a long pause before Chelsea finally looked up and spoke.
"Do I have to take my gloves off?" she asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
"no," emma answered almost as softly.
"Then can I tell you what isnotgoing on first?"
"sure, go ahead." emma smiled again at chelsea as she waited to hear what she had to say.
Chelsea gulped, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, they were filled with the same fear she'd had as she entered the office, if not more. Emma knew this was going to be bad.
