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Author's Note
Hi there. This is my first fanfic...be gentle.
I started writing this when the Holly Holliday character was first introduced on Glee.
This is a Wemma fanfic, for Wemma fans.
I have stopped, started, rewritten and proofread, apologies for any errors/inconsistencies
Hope you like it.
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It wasn't supposed to be this way.
Emma wasn't meant to be the rebound.
And I tried not to fall in love with anyone else; because I knew there was still hope for us.
But along came Holly.
She was a breath of fresh air for me, someone willing to step outside the boundaries, take risks and had no fear. Her personality was exciting, her enthusiasm for the Glee Club, the students and music made me see things in a whole other light. Holly was what I was missing. Holly. The very thought of her name made me think of Christmas, and this would be the first one without Terri by my side. Sure, she looked after me when I was sick (in more ways than one and I deeply regret what I did), but I could never think of returning to a relationship where I had to make sacrifices for my own pursuit of happiness.
The way Holly walked down the corridors of McKinley High was mesmerising. Her blond hair, so long and straight, moved along to the rhythm of her body. Everyone took notice of her. She always had a smile on her face and confidence shone through her form fitting clothes. This was the woman I needed to have in my life.
A glance here, a brush of the hand there, we seemed to always find a way to connect. Magnetism. I was drawn to her in so many ways, and it wasn't just physical. Sure, we kissed once. It was just a thank you kiss. Unplanned, yet it felt right. But, honestly, this was a chance to finally have a meaningful relationship with someone as passionate about the same things as me. A meeting of the minds. Genuine admiration and great conversation. She challenged me and made me feel good about myself, about what I was doing, about life.
But I still missed Emma.
Sweet Emma. The young woman who would lovingly look at me with those gorgeous eyes: so innocent yet so beautiful. From the moment I saw her walk through the gates of school, I knew she was special. But there was nothing I could do. Married to Terri, trying so hard to have a baby with the woman I was with since I was 15. Having a baby would be something to bring us together again. End all our problems. Maybe make me love her again. I had been with Terri all of my adult life, yet she still treated me like a child. And damn it, I took all her years of constant berating and beat downs. In hindsight, I should have put my foot down. Maybe I would have left Terri earlier.
Adorable Emma. Her strawberry blonde hair, which curled at the ends, framed that beautiful face of hers. She treated me differently. Attentive. Willing to listen. Always there to offer advice. Maybe I led her on, it wasn't my intention. But I didn't want it to stop. Something was growing between us. It was… magnetic. When I kissed her for the first time, wow. She looked at me, her eyes filled with such joy and excitement. I had never seen her so happy. And I was happy too.
Innocent Emma. She never realised how sexy her innocence was to me. When I think back, our 'run-ins' in school grounds, a brush of hands and stolen smiles were little flashes of innocent moments. Maybe some were planned by her, but I'm also guilty. I could feel her thumb tremble through her plastic gloves when she wiped the mustard from my 'cute Kirk Douglas chin dimple,' as she calls it. My heart beat just a little bit faster that day.
And I totally screwed it up. Royally. And not just the once. There was too much pressure on us to make it work. And we both wanted it to work so badly. People got in the way, like Sue Sylvester (how dare she plant ideas into Emma's mind!). And Shelby. And April. And Terri. Mistakes. I hope Emma never finds out about Terri and our little reunion. Big mistake. I'll have to tell her; our friendship can't survive unless we have honesty, and I need her to hear it from me. Not someone else where the truth becomes contrived and is laced with malice. Maybe if I was just honest from the start this whole debacle would never had happened and Emma would be in my arms now. And she wouldn't have that ring on her finger. Carl's ring.
I'm frustrated, angry and depressed at the same time. Some days I don't feel anything at all. Some days it's too much to think about. Just gotta keep on keepin' on.
I didn't mean for Emma to be the rebound. She was my best friend. And she deserves better.
