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The night was dragging its tiresome feet as he stared blankly at the bedroom clock. Stripping down to his boxers, he quickly disposed of his day old clothes into the basket, his bitter self tempted to leave them on the floor, something he knew she would despise. Clambering into bed he somehow managed to catch his toe on the side cabinet, his mouth abusing the dark room as he hobbled into bed to hide his body underneath the covers.

10 minutes and still he had yet to hear the turning of the lock or the click of her heels. Probably having too much fun with Mr Bro-man he cursed.

20 minutes and still nothing. Why wasn't she home yet? The hands of the clock turned as slow as they could, mocking him mercilessly as he began to roll onto her side of the bed, clutching the corner of her pillow and squeezing it gently.

He had snapped at her that afternoon, raising his voice at her as she simply explained that she had run into Carl. Yes Carl Howell. Carl. Carl. Carl. God he hated that name. He could feel his cheeks reddening with anger as she retold him about her day, how she had bumped into him in the mall and had gotten chatting. How he had asked them both out for drinks that evening, with him and some new squeeze (he hadn't cared for her name) he had picked up as of lately. He had hit her with his words, told her that he didn't want her going anywhere near him again, that he was using this 'new bird' to get her back. He had even snorted at the idea that there probably wasn't a new girl on the scene. She had called him on it, told him that he should be more trusting of her and if he didn't want to go that was fine but he wasn't stopping her from going. He had slammed the door behind her as she exited the flat, the last words spoken between them of anger and jealously (on his part).

God he had behaved like such a jerk. It wasn't her that he didn't trust. It was Carl. That damn Carl Howell. He wound him up more than Sue Sylvester's hair jokes.

He heard the soft push of the front door, the chain being slotted into place as he hit the bedside light off, rolling onto his side of the bed, pretending, as best he could to look asleep.

He could tell she had been in the bedroom for a few minutes now, the way her feet softly crept along the carpet and into the bathroom to brush her teeth. He wanted to speak to her, to tell her how he was feeling; jealous, upset, sorry. It was the last emotion that he felt too ashamed to admit. That he was sorry. He felt the bed dip ever so slightly as she clambered in next to him, knowing in his mind she was facing the wall instead of him.

'Emma?' he whispered, his brain seemingly thinking it was time he pulled his act together.

'Yes'. Her tone was cold and harsh, nothing that he hadn't expected though.

'I'm sorry', he spoke, rolling to his side to face her back, letting his hand rest gently on her shoulder to engage a reaction, 'Emma?'. She rolled over to face him and even in the darkness of the room he could see the hurt in her eyes. 'Please forgive me, I over reacted'.

'It was just a couple of drinks Will.'

'I know'.

'I just thought you would have trusted me a little more'. That was why she was pissed. Not because of the argument but because she thought he didn't trust her. Man he had really fucked up.

'No, Em, I trust you more than anyone in the world it's just him I don't trust'.

'Carl?'

Carl. It would be easy to blame this all on him. But in the back of his mind he knew it would be wrong. He had caused this. Him and his jealous rage.

'I was upset Em. I mean he's been out of the picture for 9 months and 3 weeks (yes he was counting) and now suddenly he crops up from out of nowhere, just as charming and just as good looking as ever and asks you out on a date I-'

'Will. It wasn't a date. He asked for you to come as well, to catch up. Just because he's my ex-boyfriend Will doesn't mean I can't speak to him.'

'I guess I was jealous'. There. He had admitted it to her as she just looked up at him with those incredible eyes of hers. He found her hand with hers and without breaking eye contact; he gave it a little squeeze.

'Jealous? But why Will?'

'Because, he was good for you Em's. He helped you overcome so many fears, things that maybe I couldn't have done for you. And he was good looking. And clean. And what worried me was that you'd see all this again and realise you had made a mistake, choosing me over him.'

She shifted so that she was now sat up, legs crossed in front of him, still clutching his hand as she saw the level of emotion in her boyfriends face.

'But I did choose you Will, despite everything Carl had done for me. He wasn't the one I was in love with, the one I'm still hopelessly in love with now.' She cupped his cheek in his hand as he sat up as well, facing her so their faces were almost touching.

'It just scared me Emma. You two were so close and I nearly lost you forever-' God he hated thinking about those dark days when he'd catch them exchanging kisses in her office, or in his car.

'We were but you and I Will, that's the future.'

He let out a breathe he had been holding, and moved his hand to trace her face.

'I'm sorry'.

'Don't be,' she whispered, 'It sounds silly but hearing how you were all jealous, it's kinda sexy. You know, how manly and protective you are over me'. He buried his face in her hair, trying to suppress the huge grin that was now plastered on his face. Way to be couth Schuester.

'Will you hold me now? I hated not being able to curl up to you tonight.' Yes he sounded pathetic as she laughed and folded herself neatly into his chest as she leaned up for a long, much needed kiss that made him lose all feeling in his body.

'So how is Carl then? Kinda wish I came out tonight, I would have loved to see him again!'

His sarcasm earned him an elbow to the ribs as he mockingly cried out,

'He's fine, as is his fiancée Julie'.

'Fiancée?' He spluttered.

'Yep. She said yes last week. They seem happy, and in love.'

'Wow'. Was all he could say as his arms tightened around her body, lowering his lips to her ear,

'I just hope when the time comes you'd say yes'. He felt bold telling her that, but having been so honest about so much tonight he thought he'd bite the bullet.

'I'd say yes tomorrow if you asked me.'