Authors Note: Hi everyone! This is the first story I have decided to publish on here. I think it's going to be a three or four chapter story. We'll see. Reviews are greatly appreciated!

Also, I do not own Glee. The rights to the show belong to Ryan Murphy and Fox.

Chapter 1

As Will entered McKinley High School's gymnasium, he was flooded with a sense of nostalgia. Memories from his own junior prom had completely consumed him as he took in his surroundings. As he watched the student council finish hanging some last minute streamers and balloons before the class of 2012 arrived, he was taken back to his glory days. Fourteen years ago Will was in these students' shoes. He had just started dating Terri, he was making his way up in the Glee club, and he had dreams of moving to New York City to perform on Broadway when he graduated. When he was seventeen he was unstoppable. Now where was he? He was thirty-two, had a divorce under his belt, was literally in the same spot he was in fourteen years ago, and was alone. He had one shot at happiness with a certain ginger haired guidance counselor, but completely blew it. Sure, they still managed to reconcile and remain friends, but it would never be that simple for him. He was completely and irrevocably in love with her and nothing was going to change that. Will thought that would change when he tried to pursue Holly Holiday, but regardless of her long blonde hair, charm, and strong sense of sexuality, his mind would not drift away from Emma Pillsbury. She was his everything, despite the fact that she was now newly annulled from her former husband. Will was brought back to a conversation he had with Emma earlier that day.

He couldn't stop staring at her. She was perfect. She had her back facing him as she dusted off knickknacks on her bookshelf. Wearing her cute little plastic gloves, she moved around humming a tune softly to herself.

"Hey, Em," Will said as he tapped on her office door, making her jump.

"Oh gosh, Will, you startled me. I was just doing some routine cleaning," she explained as she removed her gloves and threw them in the garbage, "What can I do for you?"

"I was just wondering if are going to the prom tonight." Will took a seat in one of the chairs in her office. "I'm chaperoning and I thought it might be a bit more enjoyable if I had a friend there. You know, that waywe can team up and yell at Puckerman when he tries to spike the punch," he grinned.

"Yes, I'm chaperoning." Emma replied as she sat down across from him at her desk. "I'll never turn down an opportunity to get dressed up. Plus, getting to see you in a monkey suit has the potential to beentertaining," Emma teased, "I'm just going to be a little late tonight.

"Oh, how come?" Will asked.

Emma froze. She hadn't told anyone about it yet, but this was Will, her Will. The same William Schuester who very graciously took the time to meticulously scrub off her grapes in the teachers' lounge three weeks prior.

"I uh." She stumbled, "I'm meeting with Carl and the lawyers to sign the annulment papers tonight," she said quietly.

Will was shocked. He knew the annulment was inevitable. However, Emma hadn't mentioned anything of it. She had been opening up to him over the past couple of weeks about her OCD and they were really starting to get back on track and become close friends again, but Will wondered why she refrained from revealing this large piece of information.

"Oh, Em," was all he could muster. As much as he hated Carl Howell, he did try to help Emma with her OCD, which he was grateful for. Not like it bothered him in any way, but it made him happy to see Emma seem more confident in herself, even though she was rather shattered right now.

"Are you sure you want to come tonight? Is there anything I can do?" he asked.

"I want to be there for the kids, Will." Emma explained, "I'll be fine. I'll need the distraction."

"Okay," Will offered a genuine smile. He then reached across her desk and grabbed her hand, giving it a quick squeeze. He was surprised when she didn't flinch at his action and instead, squeezed back.

"I'm always here for you, you know," he offered.

"I know." She responded.

"Lookin' handsome tonight, Will" Shannon exclaimed, breaking him from his thoughts. She then pulled him into a bear hug. "Are you ready for this?" she asked. Will then looked at Shannon, who was actually dressed in a simple black cocktail dress and heels.

"Wow Shannon, you look wonderful" Will replied, "And yeah, I'm as ready as I'll ever be." He then looked over to the punch bowl where Puck and some of the other football players were lurking.

"Puckerman," he warned, "Remember the contract."

"Yes, Mr. Schue." The teen responded and retreated away. Will then turned his attention back to Beiste.

"It's going to be a long night."

Emma walked into McKinley about forty minutes after prom had actually begun. The meeting with Carl and the lawyers had moved much faster than she had initially planned, but what she did not account for were the many tears that would follow, hence why she was now forty minutes late. After she had calmed down, Emma took a shower, did her hair and makeup, quickly threw her dress on, and then headed over to McKinley as fast as she possibly could. As difficult as the evening was up to this point, Emma was excited for the prom. Playing dress up was one of her favorite things and she had purchased the most perfect dress for tonight's occasion. It was a forest green knee length cocktail dress. The thick straps hung loosely on the edge of her shoulders and she showed much more skin than Emma was typically comfortable with. However, she loved the way this dress looked on her. She also paired it with one of her favorite diamond flower brooches. She couldn't wait to wear it and then go see all of her students dressed in their best attire as well.

Yet, the one thing she wanted most tonight was to see Will. She was in love with him. It took her a little while to come to terms with the fact that he still had a strong hold over her heart, but when Holly had asked her about her feelings, she couldn't deny them. She couldn't lie to Carl and Emma most certainly could not lie to herself about it. As much of a mess as her marriage to Carl was, Emma kind of needed it in order to start getting better. She was grateful for Carl in that sense, even though she made a complete mess of things.

After locking her coat and purse in her office, Emma snuck in the side entrance to the gymnasium and was greeted by the entire junior class packed in like sardines at the center of the dance floor. She could not see a thing over the sea of bodies. She tried to spot Will and Shannon but there were just too many students. Emma looked at the mass of students and made eye contact with Finn Hudson who smiled and waved as he tried to dance in his tuxedo. She also saw Rachel and Jesse St. James dancing on a few feet away from Finn and Quinn. The only possible thing Emma could do was edge her way around the perimeter of the gym until she found some faculty member she could make small talk with. "Why hadn't she seen any yet?" she thought to herself. As Emma was walking she saw a break between the students. She looked across the gymnasium and then saw him. Will. He was standing off to the side talking to Shannon. Emma had never seen him look so handsome. Will had styled his hair differently. Instead of the thick curls she was used to, his hair was short and straightened. He was wearing a black pinstripe suit with a black button down and a forest green silk tie. She chuckled to herself when she realized they were matching again. However, she couldn't keep her eyes off of him. He must've felt her staring at him because soon after his green eyes met her hazel orbs from across the dance floor. Emma thought he looked caught off guard at first, but he then gave her a reassuring, yet sympathetic smile. His eyes asked the question, "Are you okay?" With a simple nod of her head, Emma responded. She then noticed Will excuse himself from his conversation with Shannon and start to make his way across the dance floor, pushing through the many teenagers, and was venturing towards her. Within moments he was standing right in front of her.

"Hi,"

"Hi."