I don't know why, but I kind of like Terri. Yea, she is a barrel of crazy but I really believe she still loves Will. Anyway, I'm starting a new Multi Chapter fic! I always love feedback.
Can you look me in the eye and tell me that you're happy now?
I had told him I was seeing a therapist. I told him I was taking meds. I was trying to tell him I'm on the road to recovery. I want to fix things. I want to fix us. I love Will.
Even though we are divorced I still car for him deeply. I was relieved when I got a phone call from our old neighbor. This is my second chance, to rekindle my relationship with Will. When I arrive in the apartment I used to share with Will the first thing I do is take care of my baby. I knew he wouldn't be happy I was there, but really who else has he got? His drunken mother or maybe the ginger control freak? I'm sure the gramophone wouldn't come near him with a ten-foot pole. I use the spare key to get into the apartment. I smile when I find it right where it's always been. Will hasn't bothered to change it's hiding place. I find Will face don't on the bed surrounded by used tissues. I sigh and start to clean up the mess he's made.
I cringe when he speaks to me, telling me he doesn't need me. His words hurt me, but he doesn't know it. I'm about to leave, but I decide instead to throw a copy of Singing in the Rain at him. I still know him like the back of my hand. I leave the room and go into the kitchen. A few minutes later I hear the familiar sounds of the movie coming from the T.V. in the bedroom. I smile to myself as I begin to straighten up the apartment.
When Rachel Berry rings the buzzer on the door I let her in. She is whining about that damn glee club. I sigh but let her in anyway. I know that club means a lot to Will. I sit in the Kitchen as Will talks to the midget. I over hear something about Will possibily being replaced. I hope that doesn't happen. Will loves those damn kids for some reason. He just wouldn't be the same without them.
I cooked up some soup for Will, Chicken noodle. I know it's his favorite. I bring it in on a tray and place it over his lap. I sit next to him and we talk, about life, about happiness. When he asks me if I'm happy I stretch the truth a little bit. I'm not happy, but I do have a chance at being happy. I ask him if he's happy, but I already know the answer. I can see it in his eyes. They don't shine like the used to. I feel more attracted to him in this moment in time then I did during the last year of our marriage. I lean over Will, making sure my chest rubs against his lap. I dig through his bedside drawer till I find the menthol rub. I tell him to take his shirt off, promising him that I won't kill him. I do have other intensions though.
I notice that Will has shaved his chest, it looks good, and it accentuates his contoured muscles wonderfully. I rub his back gently. Will lets out a moan. I can't help but get turned on. I remove my hands from his back only so I can take my shirt off as well. I lean down and kiss Will's back. I can feel him tense up. He probably thinks I'm still a nut job. I still love him so much.
"No, Terr, I don't want to get you sick." He says softly. I smile. His only concern is getting me sick. Not that this is wrong. Not that we're divorced or that his feelings reside with the ginger.
"I don't care" I whisper, trailing my lips up his neck until they meet his.
Will reciprocates my actions, turning towards me. He runs his hand up my side causing me to shiver. His lips feel so good against mine, and I can't help but moan. I tangle my fingers in his curly hair. I had one day hoped we'd have a little boy or girl with his hair and my eyes. I push the thought of what could have been out of my mind as I focus on what was happening in the now. Will's fingers danced along my stomach to the waist of my jeans. He works the button undone and we break apart for a moment so I can take them off. I roll myself on top of Will, straddling his hips. I rock myself against his growing arousal. I run my nails down his chest, remembering how Will always liked it a little rough. He lets out a low growl. I inwardly smile. His hands are on my chest. He reaches around behind me to unclasp my bra. I fall free into his hands. It's been a long time, too long for me. Will draws a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. I moan at the feeling. My mind flashes back to all the times we had made love over the last fifteen years. I wonder if he's thinking about that too. I like to think that he his. His thumb is tracing circles around my other nipple, bringing it to a hard point. He switches attention to the other and I can feel the heat growing in my core. Will removes his mouth from my chest and I use this as a chance to kiss my way down his abdomen. I pull both his boxers and sleep bottoms off. He lifts his hips for me. I see that he has been doing a lot of manscaping. No doubt for the ginger freak. She probably likes him clean-shaven, but I like a real man. I take Will in my hand but he stops me,
"Not tonight beautiful." He whispers. We roll over so he is on top of me. He gazes into my eyes just for a moment, and for a moment I can see happiness flicker in his beautiful eyes. "I'm sorry Ter." He says
"For what?" I ask, searching his face for a response.
"I didn't tell you how beautiful you are enough. I should have told you every day." He kisses me with all the passion that had been missing the last year of our marriage before it dissolved.
"It's okay baby" I whisper, fighting the tears that are threatening to spill from my eyes. "It's okay." Will is pulling my panties down my legs. He deposits them on the floor with the rest of our clothing. I close my eyes as he positions him self at my entrance. He's pushing into me ever so slowly. We both let out loud moans. I can tell it's been a while for him as well.
"Terri" he moans into my neck. "Baby, you're so tight, you feel so good." He says as he begins to rock his hips. All that comes out of my mouth is whimpers from the pleasure he is giving me.
"Will! Oh oh oh!" I gasp as he hits all the right spots. I can feel how close to he edge I am. Will can feel it too.
"Let go Terri, just let go." We both know that there is more meaning in this statement than in the given context. I want to let go so badly, I want to move on, but I can. I love him. All I can do is try.
We both fall over the edge together, giving into absolute pleasure. Will is panting on top of me, his sweaty body pressed up against me. I know this is wrong, but it feels so right.
The next day I enter my old home with soup in hand. My heart literally breaks as a see a leggy blonde sitting on my couch with my husband, I mean ex-husband. Will tells me to leave and not come back. He doesn't even realize how much he is hurting me. I leave the apartment and break down in tears right outside the door.
A few weeks later, and I have a secret.