One week after Nationals.
"Will, I'm sorry you guys didn't make it to the end." Emma cleaned off her grape, sitting in the seat next to Wills. "You know, maybe next you'll do it. As.. As long as um.. Finn and Rachel don't kiss like that again."
Will sighed and finished cleaning one of her grapes, sitting it in the pile of clean grapes. The last few days had been hard trying to get over the fact that they had lost nationals when they were so, so close to it. It was a stone throw away, yet it all came crumbling down within a matter of moments. "You're right, Em. Hopefully we'll have a few new members this year, joining us."
Emma gave him half a smile, as they both knew full well that hardly anyone was even going to sign up to audition. Glee club wasn't like it was when Will was in high school. When he was in it, it was almost "cooler" than being quarterback or captain of the cheerleading squad. Over the years, it had slowly became the group that no one would want to join.
"Em.." Will picked up another grape, nervously playing with it in his fingers. "I know this might be too soon for you, but I'd love.. I'd love to take you out tonight. On a date. Just me and you, my place, and a movie."
Emma felt the heat rise to her face and she grinned brightly, before clearing her throat and trying to make the dorky grin on her face disappear. She didn't want to seem too eager to date him. "Well.. I don't know.." She started off, before throwing her full "try not to be eager" plan off. "I'd love to. I'd really, really love to, Will. I would.. /Love/ to."
Later that evening, Emma tried to ignore the butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Finally, her and Will were getting their second chance at happiness. Finally, there was nothing that could possibly come between them. Carl had moved on, found a girl, but kept in touch with Emma. They were still good friends, despite the fact she broke his heart. Terri had moved to L.A, and regularly exchanged emails with Will, letting each other know how things were going. In fact, it was Terri's idea that Will asked Emma out. She just wanted him to be happy.
Slipping on her favourite pair of Mary-Janes, Emma perfected her make up and hair before making her way up to Will's apartment. She smoothed down the non existent wrinkles on her skirt and knocked on the door. As Will opened the door, she couldn't help but let out a giggle at the panicked look on his face.
"I overcooked the pasta and burned the sauce," he murmured, looking at her sheepishly.
Emma wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a gentle kiss on his nose, laughing softly. "Welllll, I guess you lied about the "being able to cook", thing. So I guess I'll just have to teach you."
Will leaned in and kissed her softly, before pulling back and pouting his lips. He closed the door, leading her into his kitchen and hopped up to sit on the counter. "I didn't lie. I can cook toast, cereal.. Um.. microwavable macaroni and other things like it."
She laughed at his list of things he could cook and tied her hair up, moving to the sink to wash her hands. "That's cute, Will. I've never known a man who can make perfect toast, or cereal. They're very, very hard to come back." Looking through his cupboards, Emma pulled a few things out and began to make their meal. "What film did you have in mind?"
He watched her in admiration. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. "I was thinking we could watch either My Fair Lady or the Wizard of Oz." Knowing that she loved the two of them, Will had his heart set on earning brownie points.
"Wizard of Oz. Definitely. Wizard of Oz." Emma stirred the sauce and left it for a second, moving between Will's legs. She wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head on his chest. "I think I love you, Will." Shutting her eyes, Emma didn't know if it was too early to tell him. But as soon as she heard him whisper "I /know/ I love you," into her ear, she knew it was perfect.
"I don't want you to go home," Will pressed his lips against her skin repeatedly, smirking into her neck as she giggled. "Stay here with me. Forever. And we'll never have to leave."
After having dinner and snuggling on the sofa while the Wizard of Oz playing, Emma didn't want to leave either. She pouted her lips, tilting his head up to look at her. "I didn't bring an overnight bag or I would stay. Tomorrow is saturday so we can do something." Nuzzling her nose against his, she felt Will shake his head.
"Stay with me, Em. Just tonight. I'll give you clothes that you shorts and a shirt and I'll make sure they're 100% clean." He rolled over on the couch, pulling her up to straddle his waist. She blushed and immediately leaned down, burying her head against his neck. Will ran his fingers through her hair, chuckling.
"You don't have to make sure they're clean. I'll wear them." Emma sat up, grinning widely. "Only for tonight. And if I'm staying over any other night, let me know and I'll bring clothes." Kissing him softly on the lips.
Will took her to his bedroom, getting a pair of boxers and a shirt of his to wear to bed. Emma changed into it, pouting as Will laughed at her as soon as she walked back into the bedroom. The shorts were huge on her, and had to be tied at the side with an elastic so that they didn't fall down. The shirt completely swamped her tiny body, so she had also tied it in a note at the back.
"Will?" Emma crawled into the space beside him, playing with the sheets. He made no move to cuddle into her, or even so much as hold her hand. He turned around, and she knew he was listening to her. "I like cuddles, remember." She whispered, moving closer. Will let out a quiet chuckle and pulled her into his arms, kissing the side of her mouth. He held her close and turned the light off, eventually drifting as he heard her breathe deeply, fast asleep in his arms. "I love you, Emma Pillsbury."
There may be a few spelling mistakes and/or grammar. I wrote this pretty late at night. Sorry and I hope you enjoy it.