Well, here it is! MMB&BBWIUiOF. mArTiNaMcBrIdErOx91 & Broadway Babe WA's Insanity Unleashed in One Fic. So much for acronyms. Oh, screw it.
Now I have just one rule for this story—CHENO HATERS, OUT! NOW! No torching, flaming, bombing, or in any other way, shape, or form verbally/literally (does that even make sense?) assaulting this story. I hate it and it's not nice. Besides, this fic was just written for fun. *Mutters in a corner about people and their lack of taste.* JK!
Okay, all ya need to know about this story is that it takes place just around Blame It On The Alcohol. And Will epically fails. You'll see what! Ha!
DISCLAIMER: For the last time! NO! I want to, but NO! Ryan Murphy's! We already tried kidnapping him and begging for rights, but we didn't get 'em… bummer. =[
April's POV
I can't believe I'm crying on Will Schuester's couch. If anybody told me that I'd be doing that at some point, as in ever, I'd say they were crazy. For one, how the heck would I end up on his couch? Yet here I am—scared out of my mind and feeling like a pile of crap.
"April?" Will asks, sitting next to me. "What's wrong?"
I don't say anything, so he wraps his arm around my shoulder saying, "Shh, calm down."
I just lean into him, still crying.
"Hey… it's okay…" He rubs my arm.
"Remember at the bar a few weeks ago?" I ask.
"Yeah, I do…"
A few weeks ago, I was working at a bar. Will walked in with this tall, husky woman, who I'm guessing is a friend of his. I went over to talk to him. We had some drinks, and I went home with him. We were both pretty dang drunk, so one thing led to another, and I'm sure you know exactly what happened… this IS me we're talking about…
"I'm pregnant…"
Will hugs me, "When did you find out?"
"Not that long ago…" I say.
"It's gonna be okay… you can stay here…" Will says. "Try to calm down a little…"
"I'm scared…"
"That's okay. I'm gonna be here to help you."
I still don't say anything.
"How're you feeling?"
All week, my stomach has been like some crazy roller coaster, and it's still making me sick, so I answer with, "Like I'm gonna puke…"
"I'm gonna get you some Ginger ale…" Will says, rubbing my back.
"Okay…"
Will walks off and comes back with the Ginger ale. I take the glass and take a few sips from it, which does help me feel less nauseous.
"Try to relax a little… it'll help too," he says.
"Okay… how can I relax?" I exclaim. I'm kinda freaking out over here…
"Take some deep breaths, sweetie…" Will says, rubbing my shoulder.
I try taking some deep breaths… it doesn't exactly help that much, but it's beginning to feel a bit easier to breathe again…
"Feeling better?"
"A bit…"
"That's good. How long have you been home?" Will asks.
"Maybe an hour…" I tell him. I slightly wonder if he noticed that I got in without his key…
"Okay… think you can eat something?"
"Sure…" I say, just hoping I won't just puke it back up again…
"What do you want?"
"Uh… a ham sandwich…" I say. Now that I think of it, I haven't eaten anything yet today…
"Okay. If you lay down it might help you relax…"
"Okay…" I say, laying down. I'm really starting to feel sleepy…
"Hey…" Will says as he comes back with my sandwich, "I'm sure you're tired, but I want you to eat this…"
"Okay…" I say, still half asleep.
Will helps me sit up and hands me my plate. This sandwich is really good… maybe it's because I've been kinda lacking in any kind of full meal. I've been trying to save some money for an apartment but I don't have quite enough. To those of you wondering–yes. I have been secretly squatting on houses up for sale around the bar.
"I really don't want you out by yourself while you're pregnant… you can stay here," Will says
"Okay…"
"I want to take you to the doctor… just to make sure everything's okay… don't worry… I'm gonna take care of you."
"Okay…"
"Just try to take it easy."
That's a lot easier said than done… suddenly, I feel a burning at the back of my throat. I automatically jump up and run into his bathroom, throwing up everything I ate today… which would pretty much be just the ham sandwich I ate like five minutes ago…
Will gets a washrag wet and puts it on my neck. "You're gonna be okay…" he says as he gets me some water and rubs my back.
"Wanna go lay down?" he asks as I start to relax.
I just nod.
"I can sleep on the couch…" I say as Will helps me to the bed.
"No, sweetie, I want you to be comfortable," he says.
"I'll be fine on the couch, you're too tall for it…" And I'm really not used to being able to sleep on a bed every night…
"And you're pregnant. You're sleeping in bed," Will replies firmly.
"Didn't Sue, like, bug your house or something?" I ask. I just heard that Sue bugged his apartment and apparently she "caught" us "sleeping together" on a recording.
"I got rid of all that," Will says, "Don't worry… just lay down and relax"
"Fine…"
"It's gonna be okay… I'm not going anywhere. Just try to get some rest…"
"This is only gonna make things worse for you…" I say, remembering the insanity I heard about that went on in McKinley last year.
You see, I have this friend, Brenda. Actually, I'm kinda embarrassed that I know her since I think she's a bigger mess than I am, but that's not the point. Anyways, I was staying around her condo for a bit while I was looking for another temporary place to stay and she told me that some cheerleading coach named Sue told Bambi that Will was slutting off on her and showed her some recordings she got from bugging his apartment and she went into the staff room and yelled at him about sleeping with ME. For the rest of that week, everybody was calling Will a man whore. Which he isn't… as far as I know…
"Why do you say that?" Will asks.
"I know about what Sue said about you sleeping with me that one time I stayed over… then I heard Bambi yelled at you… somethin' about being a slut…" I mutter.
"She did, but Sue was behind that, but right now we need to focus on you…"
"I don't wanna be too trouble much for you…" I tell him.
"It won't be, I promise. I want to help you."
And I am REALLY not used to hearing that… it feels weird and kinda creeps me out…
"Okay… are you sure?" I ask, remembering my savings from work. "I can just use the money I made from working at the bar…"
"Honey, I'm serious…" Will says. "I'm gonna take care of you."
"Okay…"
"Try to get some rest, okay…"
"Okay…" I say as Will helps me into bed.
"You're gonna be okay… just close your eyes… I'm not going anywhere…" Will says as I obediently close my eyes and finally drift off to sleep.
Hehe chapter one! OMIGOD GUESS WHAT! KRISTIN CHENOWETH WAS FILMING GLEE AND HER TWITTER SAID "Mr. Schuester and April are a great couple"! That's right, she said ARE! AS IN PRESENT TENSE! THANK YOU RYAN MURPHY!