A/N: Thank you so much for the great response to the first chapter. It honestly warms my heart. I meant to do this from the beginning but lots of praise goes to Mandy (myloxylotos) for being my wonderful beta and arbiter of many prefect ideas. Hope you like this chapter!

Chapter Two

"Non, je suis désolé. Nous n'avons pas de Emma Pillsbury ici."

Non met 'no' and that was all he needed to hear.

"Okay, Thanks." Will cocked his head to the side in frustration. There wasn't just a 'hotel across the street.' There were four to be exact. They were all very small and quaint - they reminded him of Emma. He couldn't believe he was so hung up on her, but his dream the previous night was conformation enough. Was that what it'd be like to touch to Emma Pillsbury? Yeah, he would like to know her like that.

It was more than enough motivation to walk out the second hotel with hope of finding her in the next. Staring down at the cobbled road which led a path to the unknown, he began to think ahead. If he wanted to get closer to Emma, he'd have to be the perfect gentleman. At least it seemed like she would like that.

Hotel Jardin Odeon

Will stared at the name before his eyes found the open door, inviting him to look like an idiot once more. Taking a deep breath, he slid his hands in his denim pockets and walked in with a cool and collected poise. The clerk saw him first, quickly jumping from his seat. It was obvious he was slacking.

"Ce que je peux vous aider avec quelque chose, monsieur?"

Will starred at him, baffled.

The clerk shook his head, "Sorry. Can I help with... something?"

"Je cherche quelqu'un." Will's words were as broken as the man's english as he tried to remember the phrase. When he finished he read the clerk's name plate. Eugene.

Sitting down, Eugene quickly cleared of the dishelved desk and began typing on his keyboard, "Name?"

"Em - "

His answer was interrupted midway. Emma stood on the staircase, her mouth slightly agape. Why was he here? In attempt to appear unphased, she fixed her posture to stand as straight as possible and made her way down each step swiftly. She said good morning to Eugene before acknowledging the man who came to see her.

"Will." She spoke quizically. "What are you doing here?"

He smiled. "I wanted to know if you'd be interested in joining me for coffee."

The expression on his face made her melt. She crossed her arms, hoping to protect herself from being too affected by his charm. "You barely know me."

"Exactly. I'd like to get to know you, Emma."

Will took a moment to look to really look at her. Her freckled skin flushed under his intense gaze and red hair fell over her face pecrfectly. Her eyes were large and deep, and before he could get lost in them his gaze fell to her lips. If only he could take her right against the wall and kiss her. Maybe even make her hair become a little less perfect - that'd be ideal.

He was gawking. Suddenly, Will cleared his throat. "What do you say?"

Emma tilted her head to the side and sighed, thankful that he broke the uncomfortable silence first. "Okay, but you're paying."

He raised his eyebrows and nodded with amusement, "My pleasure."

x

"And I've been on broadway for about six years now."

Will took a large gulp of his coffee.

"Wow." He was accomplished and for some reason it intimidated Emma. "Unfortunately, I don't have much of a story."

Will ran a hand through his hair before bringing it down to his jaw so he could rest his head on the table. Maybe she didn't have any secrets - Emma was an only child from Ohio of all places.

"Tell me anything."

Reluctantly, she began to go through various stories and if they were apart of his life he would consider them to be of little importance. When she began to say something about college or whatever he began to zone out. Yes, Emma was very attractive - and she probably didn't even know it. Hell, she probably didn't even try. It was subtle and it was sexy. Her mannerisms, the way she bit her bottom lip in thought or from nervousness - he wanted to see it all.

When he finally came to, she was looking at him was a dissapointed expression. "I'm sorry. Am I boring you?"

"Yeah - I mean no! I just got distracted for a second, um..." He didn't mean for his disinterest to be so obvious. Will gestured her to go on. "I'm listening."

Emma offered an awkward luagh, and then finally, she blushed.

"Lastly, I'm a guidance counsellor at a high school and I spend every day talking to hormonal teenagers."

"Really?" He chuckled lowly. It wasn't hard to embarrass her. "It doesn't change much does it?"

When her lips found the straw of her latte, Will gulped.

"The routine?"

"The hormones."

His expression was serious, and she had to look away for a moment. Strangely, his statement didn't seem as ambigous as she would have liked it to be. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and she looked up at him and took a deep breath.

"I think by a certan age it's about self control," Emma quipped.

Will hadn't had control of those since yesterday morning. It was frustrating and he bit into his bagel with a little more bite.

"I think it's great to lose control sometimes." He thought about his words carefuly. "Do you like to go clubbing, Emma?"

Her eyes widened at his question. He was most definitely full of surprises and as much as it made Emma wary, it was also excited her. She also wasn't as carefree. Shannon was though - her and Will would probably get along. No, she wanted to try and get along with him.

"I don't. It's not really an interest of mine." When she noticed his expression fall she continued, "I did once in college, and Shannon took me to a karaoke bar once, but -"

"Karoake?" He scoffed, "You have to try a nightclub in Paris. Trust me, it'll be great. You can bring your friend along if you'd like."

She flushed once more, before shifting in her seat uncomfortably. The cafe seemed suddenly go quiet, and she brought her voice to a wisper.

"You're inviting me to a club?"

"No. I'm telling you to come." He spoke in a low, sexy voice and it was almost her undoing. Reaching into his back pocket Will grabbed and pen and began to write on a spare napkin. Leaning forward, he passed it to her. "Will you call me on Friday?"

He almost sounded desperate.

Taking the napking from him, Emma stared at the number for what seemed like a long while. Pursing her lips, she thought about the situation. His fowardness was something she couldn't help but feel flattered by despite it being so boorish. And if she didn't feel so out of his league, she would have jumped at the invitation. Emma closed her eyes. If Will Schuester wanted to spend the night out with her then she would go along with it. And if Shannon was there, nothing wrong could happen, right?

"I can do that."

He was schocked quite honestly - and he was damn near close to jumping out of his seat with excitement.

"I'm looking foward to it more than you know." Before she had a chance to respond, he quickly grabbed their trash and headed to towards the waste basket, feeling a lot more confident and a little less frustrated. Friday night was going to be great.

x

The club was loud and hectic, and Emma felt very out of place. She could barely see beyond the flashing lights of the dance foor, causing a brief moment of panic. She had no idea where to find Will.

"I don't see him anywhere!" She raised her voice to be heard above the thumping speakers.

"Maybe we should try the bar. Come'on." Shannon didn't have to yell.

Unsure of what else to do, Emma followed her through the massive crowd, trying and failing not to bump into anyone. In her mind she wished for the night to end quickly but as they reached the bar and were greeted by a handsome as ever, Will Schuester, her thoughts were quickly dispersed.

"Hi," she managed to squeak out.

"Hi." He slid his hands down the denim of his jeans and showed off his beathtaking smile.

Emma was dressed in a tight yellow tee shirt and dark washed skinny jeans. She looked great - and she would probably look even better without any clothes on. Will ignored the images in his mind for a moment before turning to Emma's friend.

"And you must be Shannon."

He extended his hand and she shook it firmly, which surprised him. Then he noticed her Western style attire and removed himself from her grip even more bemused.

"Howdy, Will. Emma here's been talking about ya' all week." Shannon reached up and patted Emma on the back, causing her to stumble fowared. Her face was a new shade of red. Will raised his eyebrows and gave Emma a smug grin, causing her to look down at he ground. He took pride in the fact that he affected her too.

"I'm gonna go find myself a cowboy." Her statement was directed to Emma and then smiled to the both of them. "You two have fun."

"Thanks." Emma murmered before looking back up at Will, meeting his intense gaze.

He chuckled, "Have you been fawning over me, Miss Pillsbury?"

"No." She hastily rebbuted. It was a lie. "So now what do we do?"

Will smiled, "Drink?" Placing his hand on the small of her back, he led Emma to sit on one of the stools. Settling down, a bartender approached them and asked what they would like to drink. The music became a little softer and she tried ignore her surroundings.

"Just a water, please." Emma spoke meekly. She didn't really drink, let alone go to bars.

"Just a water?" He asked in a moking tone and then pursed his lips in dissaproval. When he noticed her biting lip he sighed. She was getting nervous again. Looking at the bartender, Will compromised. "She'll have a virgin mary with little virgin."

The bartender smirked before walking away.

Let's try the gentleman approach.

Shifting in his seat, Will turned to face her and grinned. "You look lovely, Emma."

For a moment she looked shocked, though it wasn't by accident that she upped her appearence. Gratefully, she returned a shy smile.

"Thank you."

He looked away briefly, and licked his lips. Their drinks arrived and he raised his glass. "Cheers."

Hesitantly, Emma took her glass and took a sip - this was for a good time.

An hour later, Will was loosening his tie and unbuttoning his vest behind a tipsy Emma as a pop song played overhead. The crowded dance floor may have made him sweat, but the feeling of Emma grinding against him set his body on fire. Holding onto her waist tighter, he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

Baby you got me doing dirt, doing dirt, doing dirt. And now I wanna find you, but you're off the run.

"Just so you know it wasn't my intention to get you drunk."

She slid down him once more, and giggled. God, he loved that sound.

"I don't mind!" Emma's words were betrayed her very vulnerable demeanor, not to mention the four empty glasses she left behind at the bar .

He smiled contently, "I just wanted you to relax."

Hold me, we're dancing in the dark of the night.

Taking her hand loosely, Will raised it above their heads and spun her around with ease. In a second, her body was flush against his and he held her close. Emma brought her hands to join at the base of his neck and he wrapped his arms around her, moving with him to the pulsing beat of the song.

About half way through the song, Will began to roll his hips into her with much ease and sensuality. Her eyes widened slightly as she felt his arousal against her and she flushed. He really wanted her. Emma worried that in her intoxicated state she would make some wrong choices, but then her thoughts were intterupted by his hands breify brushing her behind.

"Are you sure you're okay, Emma?" He held her comfortably at the hips.

"Yes." Wearily, her forehead came to rest on his shoulder and her words were slurred. "I'm okay."

Will took a sharp intake of breath. "Good."

You're shining like a neon light, I light you up, when I get inside.

Emma looked up at him then, his face glistening under the lighting in the most delicious way. Instinctively, she cupped his face and leaned foward to kiss him. When their lips met, Will felt all his blood run south. This was not happening. Quickly, he slid his hands up her body and allowed his fingers to tangle in her hair. When he pulled her toward him, she moaned into the kiss and he took full advantage to enter his tongue her mouth. He explored with skill, making sure to remember exactly how it felt when she joined him.

Finally pulling apart for air, she stared at him in awe. They gazed at each other for a moment, unsure of what to do or say. Biting her bottom lip, she ran her hands down his torso tentively. Will grabbed her hands as she reached his waist.

"Will."

"Yeah?" He asked breathlessly.

"I really like your vest."

He looked at her skeptically, and found nothing but a mystified gaze. They just kissed and all she could do was compliment his vest. Yes, Emma was quite drunk - and when she returned his gaze expectantly, everything he had wanted for the night was quickly diminished. Instead, an overwhelming urge to just make she would be okay took over.

So won't you touch me? Cause everybody's watching us now. We're putting on a show for the crowd.

Bringing her right hand to his lips, he kissed her knuckles gently.

"Let's get you out of here."

I wanna be with you all night, in the car let's go. Yeah let's take it home, let's take it home, let's take it home.