A/N: Hey all! This is a one shot, possible multi chapter story, set in season four on the wedding episode between Will and Emma on Valentine's Day with a Schueberry twist. There is some smut at the end so beware. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. That is Ryan Murphy and Fox.
It was the happiest day of his life. The church bells were ringing, the snow was on the ground and he had on his black tux, anxiously waiting. Finn gave him an encouraging smile and soon he was walking out in front of the crowd of family and friends.
The music was playing as he made his way to the front of the church. He stood proudly by the priest with Finn next to him as his best man. It was his wedding day to Emma. After years of trying and dating, they were finally getting married. At least, that's what he thought.
After ten minutes into the ceremony, Emma had yet to come out. Will stood there with a look of uncertainty as Sue Sylvester strolled down the aisle, wearing Emma's dress. Will's breath caught in his throat as Sue whispered to him the most painful words he had ever heard.
"Emma's left the building"
Will stood there with his mouth slightly ajar, unable to comprehend what she had just said. The audience looked at him with confusion as well, wondering where the bride was.
"Uh, it looks like a change of plans," Will said with a dry throat, trying hard not to cry.
"We are going to have to postpone the wedding," Will finally said while the church erupted into whispers of concerns. Finn stood next to him with his eyes wide, not believing what was happening. It was his fault. It had to have been.
"You can all go," Will said as the audience had yet to get up and leave, all too shocked themselves about what they had just heard.
"Mr. Schue, I," Finn said but Will cut him off.
"Don't," Will said as he paced around the altar, now feeling the anger boil with in him.
The former New Directions watched as their once teacher paced angrily around the church. Most were getting up to leave to give Will privacy, but some wanted to stay and help. In the end, all had ushered out, leaving Will with Finn.
Finally, Will took a seat on the step next to Finn who had his face in his hands.
"You okay?" Finn asked, knowing that Will clearly wasn't. He was just trying to make conversation.
"No, I'm not," Will said.
"It's going to be okay," Finn said with a hand on Will's shoulder.
"Why would she leave me?" Will asked. "I thought things were fine between us," Will said with a frustrated sigh.
"I, I have something to say," Finn said quietly.
Will looked over with a tired face. Just as Finn was about to open his mouth though, the church door swung open and in walked Rachel.
"Mr. Schue, what would you like to do?" she asked with a frown, upset to see her former teacher in this state.
"About what?" Will asked confused.
"The reception, Emma's parents still want to throw it," Rachel tried to explain.
"Just keep the party going. I won't be here though," Will said as he stood up, walking past Rachel and Finn, then pausing slightly.
"Happy Valentine's day," Will said, with a heart breaking sigh that made Rachel's heart break on her own. The man she had once admired was slowly crumbling before her and it hurt her as much as it did him, to see him this way.
"Finn you have to tell him the truth," Rachel said once Will had left completely out of the room.
"Why? Do you not see how upset he is?" Finn said, wondering what was going through Rachel's mind to make her think that.
"Exactly, that's why he needs to know the truth," Rachel explained.
"No, I can't. Not now anyways," Finn said, tiredly.
"Fine, then I'm going to help him without you," Rachel said bitterly, leaving Finn to stand at the front of the church by himself.
As Rachel walked out into where the part was still going on, she thought to herself where Will might have gone. It was obvious he wasn't at the party and she thought it would be too obvious if he was at his apartment.
Suddenly, it clicked in her head. The honeymoon suite, a perfect place for peace and quiet.
"Did you see where Mr. Schue went?" Rachel asked as she walked to Puck.
"Yeah I saw him head up the stairs," Puck said giving Rachel just enough time to catch him before he found his room.
"Okay, thanks Noah," Rachel said as she left. Hurrying quickly, she walked in the direction Noah pointed. She hoped she wasn't too late to catch him at the stairs but as she kept walking she found no sight of him. It wasn't until she reached the fifth floor that she found him sitting sadly on the top step of the stair case.
Rachel stared at him, unsure of what to say. Will barely looked at her. He didn't want his former student to see him this way. He was sure he had tear stains on his cheeks and that his eyes were red and puffy.
"Mr. Schue?" Rachel finally asked. Will didn't look up, but made a slight movement of his foot to tell her that he was listening.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked, knowing for certain he wasn't. What man would when being left at the altar by the love of his life?
"No, no I'm not," Will said quietly.
"Would you like to talk about it?" Rachel asked. Will shook his head no.
"Come on," Rachel said as she reached her hand down for him to grab.
Will looked at her confused as soon as he saw her hand appear in his vision. Nonetheless he took it and she pulled him up to his feet.
"Where are we going?" Will asked.
"Away from here," Rachel said. "Let's go to your apartment," Rachel said, while Will immediately shook his head no.
"What if Emma's there? She obviously doesn't want to be around me right now," Will said with a sharp pain in his heart.
"I'm sure she wouldn't go to the apartment then and besides it's better than just sitting here torturing yourself," Rachel said as she began walking again down the hall.
"Can we take a different way out then? I don't want anyone to see me," Will said. Rachel nodded at him in understanding and soon she found a side exit on the main floor away from the party.
After finding her car, Rachel drove them both back to Will's apartment. The ride was silent, making Rachel slightly worried about her former teacher's state of being. He held the same look of disappointment and confusion that he had back at the reception.
"It's going to be okay," Rachel said softly as she pulled into his complex.
"How do you know?" Will asked, just as quiet.
"I just know. Emma wouldn't do what she did without having a reason behind it, would she?" Rachel asked. Will shook his head unsure.
"I don't know. I didn't expect her to leave me at all," Will said sadly. "Do you think there's someone else?" Will questioned.
Rachel stared at him blankly not sure if she should tell him about Finn or not. It wasn't her place to say but she almost felt like she had to in order to give him some reason on Emma's motives.
"I don't know how to answer that," Rachel replied.
"It's okay. I didn't mean to dump this all on you," Will said, finally looking over to her.
"It's okay. I want to help you," Rachel said. "You've done so much for me, it's only fair that I help you," Rachel added watching Will's face light up.
"Rachel, you really have matured a lot. You're a beautiful woman now with drive and talent," Will said watching a light blush appear on her face.
"Do want to come inside? I'll make some coffee," Will said.
"Sure," Rachel replied with a nod, opening her door and following him up the steps.
Will pulled his key out and both stepped inside the dark apartment. Emma definitely did not return, making Will even more distraught. Where could she have gone and why did she leave at all? Did she not love him anymore? All these thoughts were occurring in Will's head, making him sigh out in frustration.
Rachel watched him step inside and pause for a moment before he made his way to the kitchen. Rachel knew what he was thinking and honestly she knew she was there so he wouldn't have to be alone. He needed comfort.
"Take a seat anywhere," Will said pointing around the kitchen.
"Thanks," Rachel said quietly.
While Will made the coffee Rachel took in his apartment. She had only been there a couple of times before but now, it felt different. She felt like a new person and not the same diva in high school where she had demands about solos and choreography. She felt mature and independent and slightly excited that Will saw her as a woman now and not an immature girl.
"Thank you," Rachel said when Will placed a cup in front of her.
"You're welcome," Will said, leaning on the opposite side of the table, arms against the counter top. He looked into her eyes and saw the real Rachel. The new Rachel and it was a welcoming change.
"So, how's New York?" Will asked desperately interested to hear about anything that didn't have to do with a wedding.
"Great. I have a dance teacher from hell but other than that, it's been a great experience for me," Rachel said with a smile.
"That's great, Rachel. You're living your dream and I know you'll make it big," Will said lightly grabbing her hand. His touch made Rachel shiver with nerves. He had touched her hand many times before, but none made her feel this way before. It was different, exciting, and new.
"Would you like to move to the couch?" Will asked.
"Okay," Rachel said as she hopped off the barstool and followed him to the living room.
"So, any new guys you got your eye on?" Will asked once they sat down. Rachel chuckled a bit but answered anyways.
"One but were just friends and then Finn but who knows what's going on there," Rachel said with a sigh.
"I just want to find a guy that gets me," Rachel said suddenly. "Why is that so hard?" she added.
"I get what you mean. I thought Emma was the one, but apparently she didn't feel the same," Will said sadly.
"Mr. Schue, you're better than her and you deserve someone that will love and treat you right," Rachel said.
"Will, Rachel. Call me, Will," he said, with an approving nod. Rachel smiled at his suggestion. She had never called him by his first name before but she smiled that he was comfortable enough to let her do it.
"Okay Will," Rachel said as she placed her coffee down on the table.
"Thank you," Will said causing Rachel to look up at him confused.
"For what?" Rachel asked.
"For caring about me enough to come back here," Will said, grabbing her hand.
"I've always cared about you," Rachel said, giving his a light squeeze.
"And I you," Will said.
Silence crept into the room as Rachel watched him move a piece of hair out of her face. His hand traced lightly over her skin, causing Rachel to blush.
She breathed out deeply, not noticing that Will had inched closer to her.
"Will," Rachel said but was cut off by his lips on hers.
Rachel moaned into his touch as his fingers combed through her hair. She leaned back into the couch with him on top of her, kissing her hard and heated.
Rachel made way to his shirt and started to quickly unbutton it. In no time, the white dress shirt he once had on was now on the floor, right next to his black bow tie.
Will moaned loudly, revealing in the feel of Rachel's mouth against his. The brisk air against his skin made him realize how far they had gotten.
"Bedroom?" Will asked while Rachel softly moaned in agreement.
Taking that as his cue, Will scooped Rachel up and off of the couch, still kissing her deeply. Rachel wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed him to carry her to his bedroom.
Placing her down gracefully in the middle of the bed, Will climbed back on top of her, claiming his spot once again.
Realizing Rachel still had her dress on, Will reached for the zipper and pulled it down, revealing her soft, tan skin.
"Wait," Rachel suddenly said. Will froze and mentally slapped himself at how aggressive he had been.
"I'm sorry," Will started to say, but Rachel cut him off.
"You lie back. Let me try something," Rachel said a little breathless. Will watched her with wide eyes as he did what he was told. Rachel made work of his zipper and soon his pants ended up on the floor.
Rachel eyed him eagerly as his boxers formed a tent. He was hard for her only making Rachel more confident in her movements. She hooked her fingers in the elastic band and swiftly pulled the material off, causing his member to spring upward.
Rachel grabbed it gently and stroked him. Will moaned loudly at what was happening. He never thought this was a possibility on his wedding day.
After a few more strokes, Rachel lowered her mouth on top of the tip and closed her mouth over it. Will gasped and his hand went to the back of her hair.
Rachel bobbed her head up and down, reaching just a bit deeper than before.
"Oh god, Rachel. I'm close," Will said.
Rachel continued her movements harder and faster and soon Will came as his orgasm hit him hard. He collapsed back onto his pillow while Rachel swallowed.
"Wow Rachel. I don't know what to say," Will said breathlessly.
"Just take that as my wedding present to you," Rachel said with a smirk, causing Will to smile back with a devilish grin.