A/N: ok so I was really happy with the last chapter "For the first time in my life I didn't write too much I didn't write too little! I wrote just enough and I submitted!" kudos and a huge round of applause to anyone who gets the reference!" I hope this one is just as good :)

Disclaimer: I don't own glee or any songs :( sadly

"You look… gorgeous Shelby! Absolutely gorgeous!"

I blushed and directed my gaze back to the sheet music we were collecting off the ground. "Thank you," I mumbled. "Oh I love this song!" I exclaimed holding up the sheet music to Dean Martin's "Sway".

He chuckled and took it from me, glancing over it as he spoke, "Yeah me too. I sang it at Kurt and Finn's parent's wedding." Just the thought of his sexy voice singing that sexy song made me just want to melt in his arms and sway with him.

"Sing it to me," the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. "I mean for…. Sing it for me."

"Ok," he stated as we walked into my house. There was a mysterious glint behind his eyes that terrified and thrilled me at the same time. He placed his papers on the coffee table and handed me the flowers. "You may want to put those in water first."

"Ok." I smiled goofily before turning to the kitchen cursing my foolish behavior as I looked for a vase.

I unwrapped the flowers and stood there looking at them oddly. I had only just realized that I had never actually cut flowers before. The only reason I had a vase was because Jesse had sent an arrangement for our win at sectionals one year.

"Do you want me to help?" I looked over and saw him leaning casually against the doorframe.

"Nah I got it!' I looked back at the flowers trying to figure out exactly how I had this. But then there was a firm chest and abs against my back and I couldn't help my sharp intake of breath as his hand curled around mine.

"Let me help," he breathed into my ear. I melted into him and allowed his hand to coax a couple of my fingers out of the scissors so his could replace them. I tried to pull away to allow him to do it but he pulled me back into the warm alcove of his arms. "No, you have to learn how to cut flowers, Shelb." I turned at the nickname and he smiled at me before he turned on the water, "They'll live longer if you cut them under running water."

"Why?" I frowned at the husky breathy way it came out.

He chuckled, "I don't know, they just do."

Soon we had the flowers in a vase and I was out of his embrace, so I could finally talk again. "So, I didn't have time to cook anything, do you want to just order a pizza or something?"

"Yeah, how about a meatlovers?" the glint was back. He knew that was my favorite kind of pizza but I never got to eat it anymore. Not that Rachel expected me to eat vegan like her. And I didn't resent her doing so herself. I just simply didn't see why I should spend extra money on two pizzas when I liked hers too.

"That sounds great, Will. Will you hand me the phone book?"

"No I've got it."

"Will, you're at my house. You're my guest. I can pay for your food."

"You've paid for my food for the last two weeks! It's my turn!" he laughed as he dialed the pizzeria. Laughing I walked into the living room and started sifting through the sheet music on the table. Five minutes later he was plopping down on the couch close to me. Very, very close to me.

"Oh yeah!" he shouted jumping up and extending a hand to me. "I have to sing to you!" he grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "Sway with me Shelb."

"Ok."

When marimba rhythm start to play bend with me. Make me sway.

He dipped me and when he brought me back up he pulled me flush against his chest.

Like a lazy ocean harps the shore. Hold me close sway me more.

Like a flower bending in the breeze bend with me sway with ease.

When we dance you have a way with me.

Stay with me.

Sway with me.

Other dancers may be on the floor dear but my eyes will see only you.

Only you have the magic technique when we sway I go weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

We spun in many circles and abruptly stopped, faces mere inches away from each other.

I can hear the sound of violins long before it begins.

You make me thrill as only you know how.

His hand moved to the small of my back and pulled me closer to him as he led my hips in a swaying dance with his own.

Sway me smooth.

He stopped our sensual movement but the fire burning in his eyes made me quiver beneath his touch. For a second, my heart stopped. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. His hot breath lingered on my lips. My eyes darted from his eyes to his lips then back to his eyes. But then he was dipping me again as the tip of his nose glided down the slope of my neck.

Sway me now.

As he finished that note he placed a gentle kiss to my collar bone. As he up righted us, he held me, once again, too close to be considered appropriate for two co-workers. He gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. His eyes looked deep into mine as if they were peering into my soul. As if they were begging permission to kiss me. I couldn't say yes because I was afraid that my voice would give away the pure lust that was coursing through my blood. But I sure as heck didn't say no. He leaned in closer, brushing my nose with his to tilt my face upwards. (I was significantly shorter than him without my heels.) He once again leaned forward but only kissed the corner of my mouth and then the other. I was quickly getting frustrated. "Will," I sighed begging him to end this blissful misery. He leaned in yet again but this time close to my lips but before they touched-

DING DONG! DING DONG!

We jumped apart like we were teenagers being caught in a make-out session by a parent. We awkwardly laughed and raced towards the door. I grabbed my wallet from the foyer table and opened the door but before I could even open my wallet two strong arms wrapped around my waist and placed me back into the apartment before a hand made a swat at my rear, drawing a surprised "oh!" out of me and effectively sent me in the kitchen to make drinks and get plates ready. A couple minutes later, he came into the kitchen and placed the pizza down in front of me. He chivalrously pulled out my chair so I could sit before he took his seat next to me.

As we ate we had our usual conversations about glee and life in general. I was so happy. He actually seemed like he cared what I thought and wanted to listen to what I had to say. After cleaning up we walked into the living room. "You know what, Shelb?"

I laughed again at the nickname, "What, Will?"

"I don't feel like going over sheet music tonight."

"Oh." I felt my heart sink expecting him to finish his statement with a goodbye. But he surprised me for the umpteenth time that night by grabbing my hand.

"I want to dance. Will you dance with me?"

"Of course, but there isn't any music. I can get some if you'll just-"

"We don't need it," he whispered as he slipped the hand that wasn't grasping mine around my waist. We gently swayed back and forth to the tune of his humming. I gently laid my head on his shoulder, effectively fitting my forehead into the crook of his neck. I felt his lips graze over the top of my head. I moved our joined hands to my lower back and released his fingers, leaving my arms to wrap around his waist, effectively allowing more room for me to step ever closer into him.

I pulled my head back and looked him in the eyes. Hoping that he could see how bad I wanted him to kiss me right then. And he did! He, for the hundredth time that night, leaned forward to kiss my lips and the moment they touched, any doubt that I loved this man flew out the window. The immediate feeling of love, acceptance and well, love, I felt in that moment was so overwhelming I had to pull back and look him once again in the eye to make sure this wasn't a dream. And it wasn't! He was really standing there smiling like an idiot, but I was pretty sure I looked the same. Our lips brushed again before I returned my head to his shoulder and he returned to humming, the moment seeming so much more intimate.

I'll never know how long we swayed like that occasionally kissing each other, but it didn't seem like long enough when I heard a car door shut in the front yard and the soft murmurings of my daughter and her boyfriend saying goodnight.

"Rachel's home," I sighed. His arms tightened around me and he placed a kiss on my forehead before releasing me. Immediately I felt the cold flood my whole body at the absence of his touch. "Rachel and I have this sort of tradition where we always eat ice cream, she eats vegan but I have regular too, on Friday nights before bed. And I was wondering….. if maybe you'd like to join us." I glanced down at my feet not quite sure why I was embarrassed by this request. His fingers tickled the palm of my hand before slipping between my own.

"I'd love to, Shelb," he whispered into my ear, before kissing the shell of it.

We then walked into the kitchen hand in hand to begin scooping the ice cream. I was just about to go break up the little love fest on my front porch when I heard my daughter (rather loudly) entering the house.

"MOOOOOMMMM! I'M HOME!"

A/N: ok so this one is a lot longer than I expected it to be :) but I hope you liked it. I also hope that you would drop me a line to tell me if you did or not. Also I'm open to any suggestions you may have so PLEASE PLEASE give me those too :) thanks!

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