Author's Note: Okay, I decided to do a second chapter. I'll keep thinking about this story and see where it goes. Thanks for the reviews! Keep 'em coming. You guys totally make my day.

Thanks goes to: rolley2001, she has given me the correct ages for the characters. So, Will is divorced, aged 34. Ken is 40 years old. And I think I will make Emma aged 32ish. Thank you for the correction and review rolley2001!

When Will got back to his studio apartment, he first checked the cut on his face. It was already starting to scab over a little, but it was looking pretty nasty. He was also getting a nice black eye and his head was pounding. He opened the medicine cabinet and searched for some NyQuil. After the night he had, all he wanted to do was sleep and dream. He gulped down a helping, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He pulled off the light grey t-shirt that was underneath and fell into his double bed. Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, William Schuester was dreaming of a certain redhead.

Emma was cleaning off her make-up, making sure every trace was gone. As she did, she was singing along to "Halo" that was on the radio. She was thinking about the whole day, which ended up giving her a headache. There was just too much on her mind; Will, Ken, the fight, the little kisses that Will gave her. He was such a gentleman, wanting to take things slow, wanting to be with her despite her fear of germs. She opened up her medicine cabinet, which was incredibly organized, and took out a bottle of NyQuil. She measured out the appropriate amount, poured a glass of purified water, held her nose and swallowed the green liquid. She quickly took a polite sip of the water to rid her mouth of the taste. She slipped out of her white silk robe and fell into bed in a pair of pink silk pajama pants and a white silk tank. She crawled under the covers and laid her head on the pillow. She smoothed the covers down and turned out the light. She was asleep and dream of a certain curly haired man.

The next morning, Will woke up with his cheek still killing him something awful. He rubbed his cheek while he walked into the closet of a bathroom. He took a quick shower and winced when the shampoo made its way into his cut. Thank goodness it was Friday and he had woken up early. As Will dried off he remembered, "Dinner tomorrow night?" SHIT. He ran his fingers through his wet hair, shaved as best as he could and threw on some clothes. He had about forty-five minutes to get his place clean, Emma-clean. "Shit. Shit. SHIT." He moved the clothes that had formed a mass on his floor to the closet floor. He made his bed, neatly, since she would be seeing it. He got out the mop he rarely used and mopped the hardwood floors until the shined or at least didn't look grimy anymore. Will dusted the top of his lone dresser and the kitchen cabinets. After a rushed, but thorough cleaning, the place didn't look half bad. He would stop by the store and pick up some stuff for dinner on the way home he decided and with that, he grabbed his bag and hurried out the door.

Emma was running perfectly on time, thank-you-very-much. As she stepped out of the car, she saw Will getting out of his car, which was still egged. She smoothed the front of her white skirt, and tossed her hair a bit. She smiled and walked over to Will who was distracted, trying to lock his car.

"Morning, Will." Emma smiled. Will turned to her as he finally got the car to lock.

"Hey, Em." Will smiled and gave her a soft peck on the cheek. He took the books she was carrying and added them to his pile.

"Oh, Will, you don't have to carry my books. We aren't high school students anymore." Emma blushed slightly.

"Emma, it's called chivalry. And I'm glad to." Will gave her a big smile as he opened up the door for her. Emma almost couldn't believe her good fortune; a man who is sexy, chivalrous, caring, and a fabulous singer wanted her. Will led her to her office and set her books down on her desk. "I have to run to my class, but I'll see you at lunch, right?" Will gave her a wink and literally ran out the door as the bell sounded for classes to begin.

The day passed quickly and uneventfully. Will and Emma managed to avoid Ken by hiding out in his classroom for lunch. Emma had saved Will again by giving him half her peanut butter sandwich. In his haste to clean his apartment, he had forgotten lunch. They had a pleasant lunch and Emma departed as the students started to file back in. Will called her back as she walked out the door. "Emma?"

"Yes?" Emma stared hopelessly into his eyes.

"We're on for tonight, right? I'll pick you up at say, 6:30?" Emma smiled, nodded and walked out the door. Will turned back to his classroom full of students, many of whom winked or clapped for him. He hadn't realized they had been listening, but he smiled anyway. Tonight he had a date. "Oh. My. God. I have a date. What the hell am I gonna wear? Wait. Did I just ask myself that? Great. Now I'm a woman." Will shook his head as if that would rid his mind of everything that concerned Emma.

It was 6:03 and Emma was still searching for something to wear. She had narrowed it down to the following; a black pencil skirt with a light pink silk top or a black flowy skirt with a light blue button up shirt or a red flowy skirt with a black top with a bow on the side. She opted for the black and blue combination, deeming it more casual and therefore more 'first-date-ish'. She was just finishing curling her hair when she heard a knock on the door. She was still in a robe! "SHIT. SHIT. SHIT." She ran down the stairs to the door and opened it a crack. It was Will. "Of course. I'm not ready, I'm in my robe, and I have no make-up on. Of course!"

"Emma?" Will tried to see inside the brightly lit room. She was hiding behind the door.

"Will. Hi. Um… I'm not ready. You can come in, but you have to close your eyes until you hear my bedroom door close. Okay? "

"Okay. Sure." At his promise, he closed his eyes. He stepped inside and slipped his shoes off right away. He heard Emma run up the stairs and after he heard the bedroom door slam he opened his eyes. The room was typical Emma. Clean, light colors, organized. He took a seat on the cream couch that faced a modest fireplace. He thumbed through a magazine that was lying out, People. After a little while, he heard steps on the stairs. He set the magazine down and turned towards the staircase. His jaw dropped. There was Emma, standing there in a simple yet flattering outfit. She looked more glammed up than for school, but it was fitting for their evening. She just looked stunning.

"Emma, you look… beautiful." Emma blushed red at that and grabbed her bag that was sitting on the table.

"Thanks, Will. You look nice too." Will had on a pair of black dress pants, a light blue button-up top, the top button undone and a dark blue tie, loose at his neck. A black dress jacket completed the ensemble. He looked pretty dashing. She almost giggled that they totally matched, but she found it more romantic than funny.

"Thanks. Should we go?" Will offered his arm and led her out the door. It was a chilly autumn night in Ohio so Will slipped out his jacked and offered it to Emma. She pulled it over her shoulders and hugged it tightly to her. She smiled her thanks as he opened the car door for her.

He slid into the driver's seat and backed out of the drive-way. He turned on the radio and "The Way You Look Tonight" came on. Will sang the lyrics, looking at Emma as much as he dared while keeping his eyes on the road. Finally, the night had begun. He wasn't gonna waste one moment he had with the most amazing woman sitting right next to him.

Author's Note: Am I totally evil for leaving it like that? PLEASE REVIEW! My happiness may very well depend on it. Or do I need to turn to a family size block of chocolate that is sitting on my table. Think about it people! Ten pounds on my hips or one little review?