Chapter 2- First Tutoring Session

Author's Note- Hi everybody! Thanks for all the awesome reviews last chapter, you guys are really nice! This chapter is Will and Emma's first tutoring session, so basically it takes place right where we left off. Here's the chapter, enjoy! ;)

"Grandma, just stay here, okay?" Will said, shoving last week's Sports Illustrated in the coffee table drawer.

"William…the house looks so clean," his grandma announced. It was true; the house was the cleanest it had been in a long time. Will had spent the last hour running around the house cleaning up for Emma. He knew that Emma had a cleaning condition or something, so he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"I know, Grandma. Emma is coming over, remember?" Will replied, sitting down next to her.

"Is that your girlfriend?" Grandma Schuester cried.

"No, I'm dating Terri…you've never met her. Emma is going to tutor me," Will explained, placing a gentle hand on his grandma's shoulder.

"Tutor you? In what?" his grandma asked.

"Um, all my schoolwork," Will replied. "Did you take your medicine today?"

"Of course I did. William, you worry too much," she laughed. Will walked into the kitchen and opened the medicine cabinet, pulling out the days of the week pill organizer.

Will groaned when he saw the blue pill still in Monday's square. "Grandma, you forgot. Here, take it now."

Mrs. Schuester got up and walked into the kitchen. "It's no big deal, Will."

"It is to me," he mumbled, handing her a cup and the pill. She took the pill with a long drink of water before turning to face Will.

"See? I'm fine," his grandma assured him. Will looked through window and saw a silver Honda Odyssey rolling into their driveway. He glanced at the clock, it was four-thirty and Emma was right on time.

"Okay, she's here. I put on the TV in the den for you to watch for a little while," Will explained, rushing to the door.

"Okay, honey." Will's grandma walked into the den and plopped down on the sofa.

Emma had found Will's house easily. It was only four blocks away from hers. The only thing that surprised her was how small his house was. From the outside, it looked like it might be just a one-level home. Emma always thought that his family would have more than average money-wise because most popular kids families did. Will opened the door and smiled. "Hi Emma," he greeted.

"Hey Will," Emma replied. She had brought her backpack with her.

"Um, come in." Will closed the door behind her and took her backpack for her. "If you could just take your shoes off…my grandma doesn't like mud in the house."

Emma laughed. "No problem. Your house looks really clean." Emma looked around, marveling at the neatness.

"Yeah, well, I cleaned up right before you came," Will admitted.

"Thank you," Emma replied. Emma wondered if he did it because he knew of her cleanliness. "Your house is really nice."

"Not really," Will laughed. "It's just one floor; we have a small basement though."

"So…" Emma started.

"Oh right! Would you like a snack before we study?" Will offered, leading her to the kitchen.

Emma smiled. "Sure."

Will opened up some cabinets, motioning to food. "See anything you like?"

"Um, whatever you want is fine," Emma replied.

"You sure?" Will asked. Emma nodded, smiling. Will pulled out a package of Chips Ahoy cookies. "Is this okay?"

Emma stared for a second as she remembered that day in second grade. "Yeah…it's fine," she mumbled.

Will hummed as he grabbed two bowls and dumped a few cookies in each. "What would you like to drink?" Will asked, opening the refrigerator. "We have water, milk, and orange juice."

"Water's fine," Emma said, sweetly.

Will nodded and picked up the Dry-Erase marker that was attached to the white board, in their kitchen. He wrote Mrs. Anderson –Grosheries. Emma didn't know who Mrs. Anderson was and she assumed Will meant groceries. She wondered how the two were linked. "Um, you can wait in my room if you want," Will offered. "It's down the hall and the first door on the right."

"Okay," Emma agreed. Emma walked and found the door slightly open. She pushed open the door and stepped inside. The walls were all painted blue and there were a few posters on the wall. There was a Spiderman from when he was little she assumed, a Joe Mauer baseball one, and a Super Mario Bros. one. Emma smiled, his room was cute. There was a basketball hoop on the back of his door, a few Sports Illustrated magazines scattered on his desk, and a skateboard leaning on the wall. His room was quite small, well, that made sense; the house was pretty small overall. Emma glanced at his bed and something caught her eye. There was an acoustic guitar on the middle of his bed. Emma didn't know that Will was musically talented.

"Hey, I got the food," Will greeted, opening the door with his foot. Will placed the cups and bowls on the floor, dusted off his hands, and turned to face Emma. He noticed her looking at the guitar and mentally slapped himself for leaving it out.

"Do you play?" Emma asked, turning to face him.

"Play what?" Will repeated, playing dumb.

"The guitar."

"Oh…that. Well, a little bit…not much. I, um, must've left it out," Will stammered, grabbing the guitar and gingerly placing it under his bed.

Emma looked at him; almost reading straight through him and Will looked away. "I take it you sing, too?"

"Just…a bit," Will mumbled.

Emma could tell he was lying but didn't know why. "I won't tell anybody," she assured him.

Will looked up, a new sense of trust held in his eyes. "Thanks. So, um, want to get started?"

"Yeah, I was thinking that we could start with your English homework first," Emma suggested. Will nodded and sat on the floor, beside Emma.

Will dug through his backpack until he pulled out his English folder and a copy of The Hunger Games. "I have to write a paragraph on the last chapter I read of my independent reading book," Will announced.

"Okay. What's the book you're reading?" Emma asked, smiling.

"The Hunger Games. It's long," Will replied.

Emma laughed. "What just happened, Will?"

"Um, you laughed?"

"No, in the book," Emma smiled.

Will grinned, bashfully. "Oops, Katniss and Peeta just got to the Capitol."

"Okay, so maybe write about their journey there," Emma suggested.

"Good idea," Will agreed. He started writing on a loose leaf piece of paper.

"Do you mind if I look through your other homework to see what's next?" Emma asked.

"Nope, go ahead," Will smiled. After about ten minutes of silence, Will spoke up, "I'm done."

"Already? How long is it?" Emma questioned.

Will paused and counted his sentences. "Five sentences."

Emma debated if that was enough for his English class. "Okay…that's good but maybe next time you can try getting eight down."

"Okay, what are we doing next?" Will wondered.

"I was thinking social studies," Emma suggested.

Will hesitated and Emma guessed that it wasn't one of his best subjects. "I guess but all we have to do is read a paper about the war in Iraq," Will mumbled.

"That's easy, all you have to do is remember the important parts of the article," Emma stated, grabbing his paper.

"What are you doing?" Will asked, as Emma dug through her backpack.

"Finding something." Emma pulled out a yellow highlighter. "Here it is."

"A highlighter's going to do my homework?" Will laughed.

Emma smiled, rolling her eyes. "No, it's going to help you do it."

"I just have to read it."

"I know but use the highlighter to point out the important parts," Emma explained.

"Okay," Will agreed, taking the highlighter and paper from her. After a few minutes, Will stopped and handed the paper to Emma.

Emma laughed, half the paper was highlighted. "Um, this is all important?"

"Yeah…the war's important. I just wish it would end though," Will sighed.

"Did you understand all of the words?" Emma asked. She didn't want him to think that she thought he was stupid, but she could tell that reading and writing wasn't his strong suit.

"Um, yeah," Will lied.

"If you don't tell me what you don't understand, I can't help you, Will," Emma explained.

Will hesitated. "Some of the big words are…harder for me to read."

Emma nodded, understanding. "That's perfectly normal, don't worry. Do you that you could read me a sentence out loud?"

"Um, yeah," Will nodded. "The fort was…d-demo…demo-ol…I can't read that word," he sighed, frustrated.

"Let me see," Emma smiled. She leaned over and saw that the word was 'demolished.' "It's de-mo-lished."

"Demolished?" Will repeated, slowly.

"There you go," Emma said, encouragingly. "Will…do you think you might be um, dyslexic?"

Will's mouth opened but no sound came out. There was hurt and disbelief written across his face. "I'm not retarded!" he cried out.

Emma felt bad. She didn't want to make him feel stupid on their first session, she wanted to help him. "I never said you were. I just thought that maybe because…you have trouble with reading and writing. I'm sorry, forget I ever said anything," Emma said, softly.

Will's features softened and his lips curled into a smile. "It's okay, I understand. I just get kind of frustrated because like…I keep trying to read and the words just…don't make sense."

Emma placed a comforting hand on Will's shoulder and he looked up, surprised. He knew that she had issues with germs and touching people, he'd heard from Terri. Emma was just as surprised as Will. Usually she wouldn't even think of placing a hand on someone's shoulder, much less someone she barely knew. "What about you?" Will whispered.

"What do you mean?" Emma asked.

"You have problems with germs…well; at least that's what I heard. That's why I cleaned up today," Will explained.

Emma blushed. It was nice that he cared enough to do that. "I-I have OCD," she muttered.

Will took note of her insecurity and took her hand in his. Emma looked down at their joined hands. Will noticed this and instantly realized. "Oh, I'm sorry…it was just a natural reaction," he apologized, about to move his hand when Emma squeezed it.

"It's okay and thank you…for being understanding. Most people think I'm weird," Emma admitted.

"It's no problem and they just don't know you, Em," Will said.

Emma smiled at his nickname. If someone had told her a week ago that Will Schuester would be holding her hand and having nicknames for her, she would've laughed. "You barely know me."

"Yeah but I feel like I do," Will confessed.

Emma blushed. "Okay, let's get started on your math. It's the last thing you have to do," Emma stated, letting go of his hand.

About an hour had passed; Will had finally completed his math homework. Emma could tell that it was a hard subject for him; he got frustrated a few times but she calmed him down. "You did great, Will!" Emma exclaimed, closing the book.

Will laughed. "It's because I had a great teacher."

"I'm proud of you though, those equations are hard," Emma assured him. "Are you sure you understand it?"

"Yeah," Will agreed. "Thanks for helping me, I really appreciate it." Will picked up their bowls and cups and carried them to the kitchen.

"It's no problem, I had fun," Emma smiled.

"Me too."

"Are your parents home?" Emma wondered.

Will looked a little tense for a moment, and then relaxed. "Um, they're away right now…work, but my grandma's home."

"Can I meet her?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, of course," Will replied, happily. "She's in the den." Will led her into the den and there was his grandma sitting on the couch.

Will's grandma looked up at the two of them and smiled. "You must be Emma!"

"Emma this is my grandma, grandma this is Emma," Will introduced.

"Hi," Emma waved. "I'm Will's tutor."

"Hi dear! You can call me Jewell," Jewell cried. "Will, honey, she's so pretty."

Will blushed. "Um…yeah."

"Emma, would you like to stay for dinner? Will's making spaghetti," Jewell offered, smiling.

Emma laughed. "I would love to, let me call my mom." Emma walked out of the room, smiling.

"Grandma, she might've been busy," Will said.

"Oh hush, William. I was just asking what you were too afraid to," Jewell laughed.

Emma appeared in the doorway and Will looked down, sheepishly. He knew that Emma must've heard that last bit. "So…spaghetti?" Will offered.

"Sounds great," Emma smiled.

"Okay, I'll go get the water boiling," Will said, walking into the kitchen.

Emma followed him with Jewell following her. "I didn't know you could cook, Will," Emma commented.

"Oh, he's a great cook!" Jewell remarked.

Will rolled his eyes. "I'm decent."

Will dumped the pasta into the pot and walked over to the speakers. "Do you guys want music?" he asked.

"Sure," Emma agreed. Will nodded and plugged his iPod into the speakers dock. Ingrid Michealson's 'Everybody' blared through the speakers.

"Oh, I just love this song!" Jewell announced. "Dance with me, William!"

Will laughed and twirled his grandma around a few times. Will spun Jewell around one last time and turned to face Emma. "Your turn," he said, offering a hand.

Emma smiled and took his hand. Will spun her around and then took both of her hands and swayed with her. Emma laughed and Will smiled, he had never felt this type of happiness with Terri. As the song ended, Will spun Emma around one last time. "There you go, Cinderella," he laughed.

Emma smiled; he was definitely her Prince Charming. "I think that you should start the pasta," she whispered.

"I think you're right," Will laughed. For the next twenty minutes, Will was cooking while Emma and Jewell danced around the kitchen. "Okay…" Will said, scooping the pasta onto plates. "The pasta is ready…voila!"

Emma laughed and took the plates to the table for him. "This looks great, Will."

A few minutes later, they were all seated around the table and eating. "Good job, William," Jewell smiled.

"It tastes great, thanks for letting me stay for dinner," Emma said.

"Anytime," Will replied.

"So, how was Will's learning?" Jewell asked, eating.

"He's doing great, um, a big improvement already," Emma complimented.

"Really? He's always been a bit slow with the words," Jewell remarked.

"Well, everyone learns differently," Emma commented. "Einstein had trouble in school too."

"I thought Einstein was like really smart," Will wondered.

"He was but he was dyslexic," Emma stated. Will gave her a cute lopsided smile.

"You're comparing William to Einstein? She's a keeper, Will," Jewell remarked. Will and Emma both laughed, though Will believed what Jewell said.

About thirty minutes later, dinner was over and Will was walking Emma to her car. "Thanks a lot for coming, Em. I really appreciate you helping me out."

"No problem and thanks a ton for dinner," Emma smiled.

"You can come over anytime," Will offered.

"I had lots of fun with you, Will," Emma admitted.

"Yeah…who would've known that Emma Pillsbury was such a good dancer?" Will joked.

Emma laughed. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you," Will said, as Emma climbed into her car. As Emma drove down the driveway, Will waved and watched the car until it was out of sight. One thing was for sure, he hadn't had this much fun in a long time.

So what did you think? Good or bad? Boring or interesting? Please leave a review letting me know what you thought. This chapter was really fun for me to write. Yeah, I know right now Will's a little bit Mr. Mysterious but that will change soon. I'll try to update soon, the more reviews, the sooner I do. R&r! ;)