II - Don't Worry

"Here you go, Will." Emma set a platter of at least 4 pancakes with melted butter and some bacon on the side.

"Thanks," He said, anticipating Emma to sit in front of him immediately. He gave her a look "What about you?"

"I'm almost done making mine, go ahead, dig in." She gave him a lighthearted smile while wiping her plate. After so, she put the stove off, scraped the pancakes and set them on her plate, added her touches of butter and syrup, some bacon.

"What, no whipped cream?" Will jokingly asked, starting to eat his pancakes.

"I don't... I don't like eating dairy products, ever since..." Emma said, spacing out, playing a flashback from her childhood.

"Oh, right" he reached for her hand, trying to comfort her. He didn't let go of it for a while, until Emma looked into his eyes. He gave her a smile that knocked her off her feet, or in this case, her chair.

"Umm.. Will?" she asked. Eying him warily.

"Oh, sorry." He said softly, while rubbing his thumb on her fingers before letting go. They ate in silence for a little while but the phone rang soon after.

"I'll get it." Emma stood up, wiping her face with a towel she keeps beside her everytime she eats.

Click.

"Hello?" Emma meekly said.

"Emma Pillsburry?" said Figgins.

"Oh, Principal Figgins, what can I do for you?" She inquires, as Will pokes his head from the kitchen, catching Emma's attention.

"Emma, I'm afraid there are no applicants for your spot yet here at McKinley." His voice was shaky and up and down as usual. "So, if it'd be okay, you'd resign after we could find a replacement for you. We'd still pay you for your services."

"Oh...well...Sir...Gosh." Emma began to stutter in utter joy, Will was real curious now and stood next to her, trying to listen to who she was talking to.

"Are you unavailable?" Figgins says sternly, with a hint of disappointment.

"Oh, no. No sir!" Emma lit up in an instant, trying to convince Figgins to get her job back. "I actually, umm.. if you don't mind, if I..I..." A gulp "Could take my job back?" She asked hoping he'd give her the answer she wants.

"Well, that would be much better!" said Figgins, as he gave a slight chuckle, it was relief and joy. "See you tomorrow. You can set up your things later, I'll send someone to open your office." The rushed tempo of his voice makes Emma think he's real busy, but hearing Indian music in the background makes her think that he's just connecting with his roots and watching some movie.

"Thank you, Sir." She managed to say before Figgins hung up.

Click.

"Was that... who I think it was?" Will inquired, a smile stuck to his face that reached his ears.

"Well, that depends on who you were thinking of." She teased. But as soon as she did, Will picked her up and twirled her around in a massive hug. She clutched on tight, for fear of falling, but she knew she'd be safe in Will's arms. Where she wants to be forever. He sets her down gently, a genuine smile still plastered on his face, and gives Emma a warm and very tight hug.

"I'm so glad, Emma." He whispered in her hair, giving her chills as she hugged him back. "Well," he let go of her. "We should go fix your office for tomorrow." Will said enthusiastically, heading to his room, about to change.

"We haven't even finished breakfast, Will." She was concerned that he was too excited, but let it go and finished breakfast, staring at that smile that never burned out.

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After 2 hours of preparing or so, the 2 set out to McKinley High.

"Ready to go, Em?" Will said, carrying her boxes while Emma removed the key from her apartment door. He was wearing his brown cowboy jacket with his white polo and jeans, plus his shades since he knew Emma thought that sunglasses are so sexy.

"Yeah." She gave him a smile as she cleaned the key she used with a tissue in her coat pocket. She was wearing a white beret, a yellow coat, a light blue blouse with a huge ruffle in the middle, a matching skirt and white heels. Very Emma.

"You look good." Will complimented. Making her blush, as usual.

"Thank you." She gave back, walking with him towards the parking lot. Will put the box at the backseat and opened the door for Emma, even giving her a royal welcome to sit on her own car, something she'd never expect Ken would do.

During the drive at school, neither of them said a word, but it was obvious that something was bothering Emma. So, Will being Will, he wrapped his hand around hers and gave her a warm smile, which to Emma, translated as Don't Worry.

So here it is! Chapter 2. It was real fun to write this, especially Figgins parts. Any suggestions for the next chapter?
Okay, minor flaw. I just watched Showmance again and found out that Emma doesn't like dairy products and had to change the whipped cream part. Not that big a deal, just didn't want to make a contradiction. So, there we go peeps. A Glee trivia for you.