A/N: Hey everyone, this is my first multi-chapter Glee fic. Basically, it will focus on mostly Will/Emma, but I also plan to have some Finn/Rachel, and some minor Puck/Quinn. And maybe even some Artie/Tina.

This is my take on what happens after sectionals. I hope you enjoy. Oh, and as I write this story, I might ask you guys for some help with ideas, so feel free to suggest anything you think might happen in Season 2!

He couldn't bear to look at her empty, forlorn desk, though he found himself passing the abandoned office every free moment he had.

Don't torture yourself, Will scolded himself, resting his hand on the polished door knob. Instinctively, he reached into his pocket to pull out a Kleenex to wipe his finger prints from the knob. Emma would've appreciated it.

He sighed, grimacing at the bitter irony of the situation. He thought back to the song from sectionals. You can't always get what you want. It seemed to be the story of Will's life.

It had only been ten days since Emma had left. Will felt guilty for counting, considering that he could only give a rough estimate of the days that had passed since that fateful fight with Terri.

Will glanced up at the clock that hung on the opposite wall of the hallway, realizing he was late for Glee practice. Even so, he made no move to hasten his footsteps as he sighed heavily, trudging down the dismal corridor.

***

"Mr. Schue just hasn't been himself recently," Rachel pondered aloud as she glanced at the clock in the chorus room. He was already over five minutes late—and Mr. Schuester was hardly ever late for Glee.

"It's all because Miss Pillsbury left," Mercedes stated the obvious, collapsing heavily in one of the nearby chair.

Beside her, Kurt ran his fingers through his hair, as he refrained from commenting. He had nothing pleasant to say about Mr. Schuester. He had long since learnt to deal with heartache and disappointment, and he felt that putting his heart into something he truly loved was the best way to distract himself from those creeping feelings. Mr. Schuester was moping like pathetic girl.

"Why did she leave anyway?" Tina wondered, sitting down in the seat next to Artie's wheelchair, trying to push away the feeling of rejection as Artie wheeled himself to the other side of the room.

"Isn't it obvious?" Quinn hissed, and everyone fell silent at once. Quinn hardly spoke at all these days. She spent the better half of her time with her head hung down in silence, intently twisting the chastity ring she still wore on her fourth finger. "It's not easy to be around the person you've hurt and see the damage you've done."

She dared to look up to catch Finn's gaze, but he was purposely turned away, a hard, stone expression creasing his brow. Hardly anyone bothered Finn these days. They considered it a small miracle that he was even back in the club in the first place, and if he were having a particularly bad day and decided to miss rehearsal or sit out for a song, no one gave him any grief.

So everyone was surprised when Finn added his input as well. "Yeah, Coach Tanaka's been pretty out of it too. Can't say I blame either of them…Mr. Schue or Coach. I know how they feel…"

Quinn let out a small sob, and Puck lifted his head immediately in concern, but he knew that it was best to leave it unvoiced. For once in his life, even Puckerman was respecting someone else's wishes, and he had been oddly laid back and silent during the past week as well.

As Will entered the room, he was greeted by the glum faces of his students that mirrored his own expression. Even Rachel, who always managed to at least fake a smile in all necessary situations, looked like she could hardly hold herself together due to the heavy tension that gripped the room.

"Mr. Schue," she began, lifting her chin high as she approached him. "While we were waiting, we all decided that maybe it wouldn't be best to have Glee practice today. None of us are really up to it."

Only Kurt seemed upset as Will nodded in agreement, dismissing the students from the room.

It was only after they all left that Will realized he had absolutely nothing to do with himself.

***

Will was ashamed to admit he was still living in his office, sleeping on the same opened mattress that had gotten him banned from sectionals. It was hard not to have a place to go home to or even an adequate place to cook a meal.

He sighed as he fell back onto the mattress, which was still as bare as the day he had opened it. He fell back against springy surface, a silent tear falling down his cheek as he bit his lip to prevent any more from following.

Will Schuester was lonely.

Before he could wallow in self pity any longer, he grabbed his cell phone, fumbling with the buttons before he could stop himself.

It rang once.

Then twice.

Three times.

Four.

Emma's chipper voice filled his ear as the answering machine received his call. "Hi, it's Emma, and I'm obviously not available right now, but I will get back to you as soon as I can!"

He almost hung up before the faint beep rang, but it blared softly before he had time to make up his mind.

"Hey Emma, it's Will, and, uh—" He was cut off as Emma answered the phone.

"Will."

His heart melted at the simple sound of her voice, and he smiled for the first time in days.

"Hey, Emma," he replied, trying to sound as enthusiastic as he could. He did not want to let her know he was suffering.

"So what can I do for you?" Emma asked him. He could hear her breath beating softly into the receiver, and he wanted nothing for than to feel that hot breath on his own lips.

Will was about to come up with a lie, but he sighed, his voice cracking as he told her the truth. "I just wanted to hear your voice…"

Silence.

Only her heavy breathing.

"I wanted to hear yours, too," she finally admitted, and Will gripped he cell phone tighter.

"It feels like forever since I've last seen you," Will stated, pushing back the tears the edged his voice.

"It does feel like it's been a while," Emma muttered. "Almost eleven days." Will's heart skippped a beat when he realized she'd been counting as well. "Why don't you come over to my apartment for a bit?" Her breath caught as soon as he heard the words, and he wasn't sure if she regretted her hastily invite or not.

"Really?" he muttered, his stomach flipping, and he quickly added, "I'd love that."

He could practically hear Emma smiling through the phone. "I guess I'll see you soon then," she whispered.

"Yeah," he whispered back.

Will brushed through his curly hair with his fingers, and smoothed out the wrinkles from his outfit.

For the first time in nearly eleven days, Will had something to hope to hope for.