Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Author's note: This is my first fanfic in 8 months, so I'm very nervous. Also, it's not betaed, so all mistakes are mine.
I posted this on LJ last week and I figured I should post it here as well.
Hope for the Hopeless
She saw the water pool in his eyes. He was struggling against something inevitable. Emma took a deep breath. Ending things with Ken was the right thing to do. She knew it, everybody did –or the few people that knew about them anyway. She had planned it to be quick and pain free, but who had she been fooling, really? Ken was madly in love with her. Of course it would not be pain free. Not even the tears should come as a surprise. Yet, they did. Perhaps she was not prepared to deal with seeing a heart being broken in front of her eyes, and even worse, by her. She wished nothing but happiness for Ken, she truly did. However, she knew that his happiness would not come to him by her. Their whole relationship had been a mess. Awfully unfair. She liked the man, no doubt about it, but love? What she felt for Ken was not love. It was not even in the same category as love.
His mood changed, from one second to another. What had earlier been extreme sadness had now turned to anger, or more correctly, utter rage. He kicked the trash can next to him. It flew across the room, crashing into a desk that shook at the impact. She took a step back, frighten by the act. He started yelling, first sounds of wrath, then words started to materialize. He screamed that he loved her, that he always had and that this was all about Schuester. She knew it was. Her voice caught in her throat when she tried to reply with an answer. It did not change anything; she would not have been heard over him. She was a fool, he yelled. Perhaps she was, it could not be helped. The heart wants what the heart wants, right? That is what she kept saying to herself. Ken kept yelling, telling her that Schuester would never leave his wife for her. It was getting too much for her. She started to walk away.
As she was walking down the dark hallway she could hear Ken yelling at her to come back. That he was sorry. That he loved her. She stopped listening to him. She thought of Will instead. Lovely Will. She knew that he would try to conceal his joy over hers and Ken's break up, but not entirely succeeding. She would be able to see that tint of a smile on his lips, before putting on a sad façade and tell her that he was sorry. She could see it so well, each of his hidden emotions. Sometimes she wondered if he loved her. He probably did. No, he did. Definitely.
Perhaps one day he would decide to leave his wife. She would still be there waiting, because when it came down to it, she would rather be alone that with anyone but him.
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