Will woke slowly. At first it felt like any other day, as he reached blindly to turn off the alarm on his phone before it woke Terri. He reached it and shut it off, blearily looking at the time. He lay back on the bed, and it was then that he realized something was different. No pillow. No blankets. No Terri...No baby...No marriage...No...nothing. He swung his arm over his face to shut out the images and words that assaulted him behind his eyes. But he could not shut out the sound of Terri begging him not to leave, or the sound of finality as he slammed the apartment door shut behind him.
God knows where the mattresses in the choir room had come from, but he was thankful for them last night, as his only recourse beyond that would have been to sleep upright in his office chair. That would not have worked well, but he was damned if he would go home. Ever. Not after the lies...day after day, so many lies...When he thought about it all and it unravelled into the complex web of deceit that Terri had woven around him for the past 6 months. Deceit that had included Kendra, Quinn, an OBGYN, and god knows who else. Deceit on a level he could not have ever imagined her capable of before last night. He felt like the world's biggest fool. If he weren't so damn angry, he would cry...but he only had about an hour to get himself and the choir room together for his first period class, and that left no time to really let himself feel anything close to what was under the surface.
And so, he got up and applied himself to the task of moving the mattress back into place. He made a mental note to ask the Glee kids what was up with 12 mattresses and a thank you note from the King of Mattress Land in his choir room. As he tied his tie, he made sure to plaster a smile on his face that passed for pleasant, if not completely sincere. Just then his phone rang. He looked at the display, which read "home" and he laughed harshly... "Hardly..." he spat as he declined the call. Let her simmer, let her lay in the bed she made... alone. He looked back up in the mirror, rearranged the smile, only to see Sue staring back at him over his shoulder.
His smile faded. Oh shit. Not today. God he didn't feel like he could take another blow. Even so, he turned to face whatever it was Sue was dishing out this morning. It was unavoidable with Sue, and usually just best to get it over with.
Author's note: Just an introduction really - be kind. Constructive reviews appreciated. Really just want to write some Will POV for Glee Story line to date...