It was a late spring day in Lima, Ohio. The sun shone bright and warm, considering it was only 6am, and there was a slight breeze-just the way Emma liked it. Over the years weather had been somewhat of a barrier for Emma. One January, she didn't leave the house for almost a week, for fear of touching the dirty, brown snow that had sloshed down every road in the city.
Today, Emma had woken earlier than Will, and showered then made breakfast and their lunches. Nowadays, this was unusual. As her therapy had been improving her OCD, and she had become extremely settled in Will's apartment, she usually woke when his alarm sounded at 7:30. She knew it had been her nerves that had prematurely woken her that morning.
Later that day, her and Will were set to chaperone most of William McKinley High School's seniors to the theme park just on the city limits. Emma had not been to such a place since she was in high school herself. She feared the possibility of hand bars riddled with disease, and hour long queues being pushed against strangers who didn't cover their face while sneezing.
However, she knew that Will could help her forget these fears, at least for a while. After eating her breakfast, Emma covered Will's with a clean dish, and went to change from her nightdress in her closet. It still terrified Emma that Will's ex-wife Terri's clothes once hung there, and not just because of the possible germs. It was mainly because Emma could still barely believe Will had fallen in love with her, and she now stood where his wife once did.
Just as Emma slipped the nightdress off her shoulders, she heard the familiar beep of Will's alarm, and seconds later his call for her. 'Em?'
'In my closet Will,' she called back. She tried to hurriedly dress before Will found her, but she was only pulling up her skinny jeans when he opened the door. 'Wow,' he exclaimed, 'I'm glad today's dress code is casual.'
Emma only blushed, as she saw him smile at her in the mirror. He walked up behind her, and rested his hands on her rib cage, and began kissing her neck. Emma gave a sharp intake of breath, and he lay off. 'Sorry, I haven't brushed yet,' he turned trying to not seem crestfallen, but Emma could feel his dismay. 'No it's not that,' she grabbed his arm. 'I was just surprised, but I like it. No-I want it.'
'Emma it's fine really, I should h-'.She sighed and grabbed his neck, then began kissing him with a certain ferocity, Will rested his arms on her lower back. She pushed her body up against his, and he grabbed her tighter, and let his right hand drift scandalously lower. Emma scratched his chest lightly. Her tongue thrashing in his mouth, she began to feel a hardening in Will's pelvis, that gave her a strange burning sensation in the pit of her stomach, that she had been feeling around him a lot recently.
Will pulled away, though smiling, and still clasping her body. He lifted his right arm again, to caress her left cheekbone. 'I believe you Em,' he pulled her striped jumper over her, and slipped her favourite gold Mary-Jane heels on as she giggled, her large eyes flickering with excitement. 'Breakfast is on the dining table.'She smirked and began to walk away, caring to brush her hand extra slowly against where Will seemed just as excited as her, 'But right now you need a nice, cold shower.' She left him gaping in awe, as she returned downstairs.
His and Emma's relationship had previously been complicated when it came to sex. However, lately Emma had been increasingly more forward, and they both knew it was only a matter of time before they took things to the next level.
Will showered and dressed into a pair of jeans, and a grey v-neck t-shirt. Before placing a pair of grey converse on, he wiped them with a tissue, he knew Emma would try to not let things like this bother her, but he didn't want her to be under any extra stress that day. When he entered the kitchen, he saw Emma in full flow-scrubbing the kitchen counter with a toothbrush.
Will came up behind her, and placed his hands on her waist. 'Emma, it's clean, leave it now,' he said softly. She turned to look him in the eyes, and giving him a half-smile, she put down her utensil. Will went to sit down at the table, and removed the dish covering his food. 'Wow Em! Pancakes & maple syrup my-'
'Favourite,' Emma finished his sentence, 'I know that's why I made it for you, you deserve it General Schuester.'
They both smirked at one another knowingly, as they recalled Will's fury at the school's cheer leading coach, that had ended with a glitter bomb. Will's rebellious streak that day had made him seem all the more desirable to Emma, and had provoked a long, hot, barely decent makeout session on the couch that night, involving a lot of sticky skin in skin action. Will ate, as Emma read her copy of the daily, local newspaper. It fascinated him how interested Emma was in the news, when most people seemed to plod along, ignorant to the rest of the world. He loved Emma's intelligence and thirst for knowledge, something his ex-wife Terri had never possessed, and had actually victimized people for back in high school.
Once Will had finished his coffee, he went to brush his teeth again, and then met Emma in the hallway as the clock chimed eight. 'Ready?'She said.
'You're not,'he replied, as she stood tilting her head, looking puzzled. 'You need this!' He picked a white beret from the hat stand, and placed it over her red hair. 'I remember,' she sighed and kissed him on the cheek. 'Alons-Y.' Will opened the apartment door, and rested his hand on Emma's lower back, as he led her into the corridor. They didn't speak as they walked to the parking lot, both thinking about how the day would go. They simultaneously sat down in Will's car, they usually took his to work. Emma still found it humorous how he had only purchased the flash convertible in order to impress her, although unnecessary in the quest to win her heart, Emma didn't fail to appreciate the fancy car.
The weather was even milder than it had been when Emma woke, and the skies clear, a typical late spring day in Ohio. Will let the roof down as they drove, Emma's hair cascaded in the wind, but she didn't mind, just to see the smile on Will's face. Laughing, she forcefully grabbed Will's leg. Will gasped, and almost stalled the car, she had rested her hand in the wrong place. 'Sorry,' she said anxiously pulling her hand away. 'No. Apology. Needed.' He said breathing deeply, then laughing. He cringed at the memory of the embarrassment his lust for Emma had caused him the previous week. She had dropped her phone in the teacher's lounge, and leant over Will's legs to reach the floor where it had fallen. He noticed several people scowling at him, and Shannon laughing, as he placed a textbook on his lap, when Emma drew away, oblivious. Fighting of fantasies of them both with images of dead kittens, Will drive on.