NEW YEAR'S KISS
2. Goodbye

Emma was gone the next morning. When Will awoke, he was saddened not to see her there. He actually almost convinced himself that last night wasn't real. The bed was neatly fixed the same way it was before. All the folding and pillow arrangements were the same. If he hadn't noticed the also neatly folded shirt of his she wore to sleep last night laid on the bed he would have almost believed himself. But once his eyes adjusted, he noticed the little note she left for him just atop the white shirt.

Will slid off his bed and reached for the note sitting on the edge of the mattress afterwards. He blinked a few times for his eyes to adjust to the lighting then read her neat—no surprise there—handwriting.

Will, it addressed, thank you again for tending to me so kindly and for not takin advantage of me as well. I apologize for leaving without a proper goodbye, but I couldn't risk media attention right now. Please don't take this the wrong way. I hope we could meet up soon—if possible. I'm leaving to L.A. an hour after noon. I hope to catch you at The Plaza Hotel beforehand? -Em.

Will stared at the paper for a long while before shooting his attention to the digital clock on the bedside.

11:57 a.m., it read.

Dammit, William, why do you have to oversleep so much?

He rushed to his bathroom and quickly took care of his needs. Putting on the first best article of clothing he could muster from his suitcase. Shoving his feet into his shoes, he looked himself over in the mirror then quickly tied the laces. Will ran around the hotel room for about 5 minutes, making no time to fix his bed.

By 12:07, he was in the lobby, exiting from the elevator all the while looking at his reflection any chance he gets. He hailed a cab to The Plaza Hotel and arrived no later than 12:23 tops.

Will strode towards the front desk and inquired for the room of Emma Pillsbury. They denied that she was checked in that hotel. He didn't panic since he knew that she was checked in there and that they always play hard-to-get when a celebrity is checked in there. Well, normally, anyways.

He wouldn't back down and requested for them to phone her room telling that 'a Will Schuester is in the lobby saying he is invited to her suite' and he ordered firmly it be done. When the man at the front desk set the phone down, he apologized for keeping him and told Will the floor and room number. Without hesitation, Will made for the elevators, tapping his foot impatiently as it went up. When the elevator went /ding/ on the floor, he felt a sudden excitement flow through him.

His watch read 12:46 and his stomach went in knots. His head felt at ease when finally finding the room. He lifted his knuckle and knocked three times and somewhat-patiently waited for an answer. Seconds later, the door opened to reveal Emma wearing dark skinny jeans and a grey sweater. Her copper hair falling down almost to her shoulders. She looked extremely adorable.

"Will," Emma said, breaking the silence with her sweet voice and kind smile. "Please do come in." She stepped aside for him to walk through, locking the door behind her out of natural habit.

"Em- Hi," Will mustered not really knowing what to talk about so he just made way through the suite and straight into the bedroom of which connected straight from the entryway. He examined the gorgeous room. It had one large bed fit for a, well, queen. A TV at the foot of it set in the spacious sitting area. A desk near the two big windows with white, silk curtains and drapes that hung on the sides of the windows. It was amazing and so expensive. But that was only the bedroom...

"I know it's a bit...much, but it's what I was paid to live in for the while." Emma said approaching from behind him almost as though she wasn't really content in living like this. "Come." She took his hand led him to sit in one of the chairs.

"Why did you invite me here, Emma?" Will went forward in asking. He didn't mind being there with her in that lifestyle, honestly. He really didn't care of what the lifestyle is as long as he got to spend time with her.

"Do you not want to be here?" she sighed, tilting her head slightly before turning away to the TV not really watching but more of just dazing. In that small moment, Will caught a glimpse of her loneliness, but then she turned away. "Anyhow, I kinda wanted to discuss our, uhm,...kiss."

She was shy when bringing it up that it intrigued Will. The way she would bite her bottom lip lightly and the way her fingers would fiddle around together—it was all so cute to him.

He couldn't help but move closer to her by squatting in front of her and placing his hands over hers. He looked up to meet her Bambi eyes and smiled, urging her to mimic the expression.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you after it. You were such a tease, Em," he admitted, striking a small urge of courage into her.

Emma crashed her lips onto his except more needing in comparison to the one from last night. She began biting his lip and pulled him up by the collar, turning and pushing Will into the back of the chair. She sat on him with her knees on both sides of his legs. She pushed off his jacket and threw it on the floor before wrapping her arms around his neck to deepen their kiss, her fingers entwining in his deep curls eliciting a moan from Will against their lips. His hands moved from the soft skin of her thighs, to her hips, up her sides, then onto her strawberry-blonde hair. Her lips began to travel down his neck when a knocking traveled from the door to them. Emma sighed into his neck and climbed off him, straightening her outfit then setting off to open the door.

Whilst Emma went to answer the door, Will did his best to regain himself. His pants were certainly tight as hell. He ran a hand through his curls and let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Will got up and straightened out his shirt and vest as well as pulling the shirt Emma wore the night before from his jacket pocket that lay carelessly on the floor. He folded it then turned to face Emma when she returned.

"My town car is here. I have to leave asap, so I don't miss my flight—What's that?" Emma said in a sad voice that turned to a small spark of happiness when noticing the shirt in his hands.

"It's for you to remember me by. It's just a shirt, I know, but you seemed to like it, so you should have it." He handed it to her with a smile and a peck on the cheek before grabbing his jacket and sliding it on. "Take care, Em." Will said with sadness in his voice, pulling her into a hug, kissing her hair for a long moment. Will pulled away and left without another word. He dared not to look back because he knew he'd run back if he did.

Emma stood there quietly, clutching onto the shirt. She didn't cry because she had faith in seeing him again although the unlikely chances. She kept the shirt for years and wore it almost all the time to bed. And every other night Emma would imagine Will being there with her in L.A., sharing the huge house together. Living, making love, being happy.

But that was five years ago.

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