Inspired on "The Spanish Teacher" ep, but not related to it (actually I'm not even using David Martinez character…. Wouldn´t work with this – I like David Martinez ;) lol ).

Just another scene where Will´s jealousy comes to float ;) you may or may not think about it as a sequel to last chapter

Written from Will and Emma´s POVs.

Aggie

II (Dating)

Will would have to be blind not to realize how much progress his girlfriend had made in the last months. And he would have to be even blinder not to notice the looks she elicited on other men while walking down the street.

But Emma was innocent. The smiles she got were interpreted as a signal of courtesy. Sometimes she read them as an indication that there was something on her face, perhaps a speck of ink.

He would snigger at the bad luck of those poor men because it was he the one taking her hand while strolling through the park, talking until late hours on his couch, kissing her lips before leaving her at her apartment. It was easy dealing with that; actually he didn´t even have to deal with that, because soon those toadying stares were left behind, literally as soon as they turned round the corner.

The problem was when the persistent looks lingered on her persona. Or when someone would approach her, asking an absurd question, trying to make conversation.

And Emma was innocent… She didn't translate that as an attempt to hit on her.

Or maybe he was too wary, too protective… He wouldn´t even think Emma would cheat on him, but she was beyond any other woman… who wouldn´t want to be with her? Who wouldn´t try to win her heart?

"Hi, sweetie…", her lips landed on the corner of his when greeting him that breezy afternoon.

"Hey, gorgeous…", he adored her soft loitering kisses during lunch recess, when there were no other teachers around and being prudent about curious looks was needless, "How´s your day so far?"

"Fine… Some of the Glee kids came see me; nothing to worry about though", she added seeing concern spreading across every line on his face; he was so close to the kids it made her heart swell up with affection and couldn´t help her next words, "you´re so caring towards them…"

"I care for them", he whispered slightly embarrassed, "Maybe more than I should"

"They know…", her tiny hand fell on his and he squeezed it warmly.

He cared for her as well; too much, actually. Too much to even began explaining it. In fact, he could begin describing the way his heart pounded against his chest every time she was around; the way he was always fighting with the urge of kissing her lips or tasting the pallid skin of her neck; the way the concept of kindness, compassion, or thoughtfulness couldn´t even compare to her. Because Emma was everything he had ever wanted, everything he had ever longed he could never have. And even though they were together now, sometimes it didn´t feel like it was enough and Will wondered if she knew.

"Have you- have you met the new Spanish teacher?", her voice revealed a hint of uneasiness after a couple of silent minutes. It was almost two weeks since her boyfriend had been replaced and was currently in charge of the History department.

"Yes… Lionel… Spinoza, right?", Emma nodded, "I´ve seen him but we haven´t actually talked… you?"

He was too busy examining his chocolate chipped cookie to notice her gulp and shake her head repeatedly, "No, no… I mean, yes we´ve met, but haven´t spoken…"; not in English at least, "The kids, uhm, seem to be sort of lost in his class"

Will laughed, "He only speaks Spanish during his classes…", her lips shaped a small 'o', "I think he´s from Colombia and he refuses to answer a question in English… So I guess many of the kids will be taking extra classes this year…"

"Maybe you can help them", she encouraged him with a light smile, remembering his accent. She liked his accent. A lot. It was sexy, slightly zesty and manly. Only few times he had hotly whispered a line or two to her ear, and despite the fact that Emma had had no idea what he might have said, her knees had wobbled like jell-O.

"I doubt that´d be appropriate… he´s their teacher after all", he pointed trying to leave his feelings aside.

-xxx—

'Si me dieran 5 centavos cada vez que veo una mujer tan hermosa como tu ahora tendría… 5 centavos…' ("If I had a nickel for every time I saw a girl as beautiful as you I'd have about... 5 cents')

'Crees en el amor a primera vista? Porque si no, voy a estar aquí mañana' ('do you believe in love at first sight? If you don´t i´ll be here tomorrow.')

'Déjame sacarte una foto, así podré mostrarle a Santa lo que quiero para Navidad' ('Can I take a pic of you so i can show Santa what i want for Christmas?')

'Existes de verdad o es que mi imaginación te ha dado forma?' ('Are you real or it´s my imagination shaping you?')

Emma had no idea what those words meant. She only knew they came with a bright smile and a wink.

Once they came with a flower and then with a bunch of them.

Once he had gallantly given her a daisy just before the bell rang and he kept on leaving small bouquets on her desk; silently sneaking in her office minutes before she got to McKinley.

It was sort of cute in a way, but Emma never thought of Lionel as anything more than a co-worker. And not even that; they hadn´t even exchanged more than 5 words in a row.

At first his comments drew a light grin to her lips, signifying a hint of amusement, even flattery; but now, after hearing his twanged voice doing what seemed to be sweet talking, bumping with Lionel Spinoza left a peculiar taste on her mouth. She had no clue what he was saying and she was too polite to ask him to stop. Or maybe it was a harmless comment… and she had no intention of looking paranoid.

"I was wondering…", she mentioned casually while Will made dinner at his place; curiosity stirring inside her, "what does 'A que….", her forehead wrinkled in an attempt to pronounced the words properly, "ho-hora tienes q-que… regresar al Cielo?' mean?"

Will´s lips curved with interest, and his eyebrows knitted inquisitively, "Where did you get that from?"

"I, uhm heard it back in School…", her cheeks flushed pink; Emma was an awful liar and Will knew it.

"Kids are not that good in Spanish", he pointed, amusement no longer tinting his voice.

"It means something bad…?", her eyes were broadened, horrified, "Something inappropriate?"

"No… It´s a pick up line", his stomach revolved and Will took a seat on one of the kitchen´s chair, no longer feeling hungry, but not willing to show her so, "It means 'what time do you have to be back in Heaven?'… kinda cheesy"

"Oh…", Emma couldn´t help to hold a giggle, "Yes, it´s sort of cheesy"

"Who said it?"

"Uhm, someone… across the hallway… Couldn´t catch his face", another lie and Emma passed by his side to grab the plates and glasses.

"Are there any other lines you couldn´t catch?" Can´t you be little more ironic? He deduced who had pronounced those words; there was no other person in McKinley who could speak the language besides him, Lionel or Santana… And Santana was into blonde girls.

"I don´t remember…", there were, but she knew squat about Spanish and her memory wasn´t that good to remember unknown words; luckily she had been fast and skillful enough to write down those words as soon and the newest teacher was gone, "It´s not a big deal… and It´s cheesy", her lips landed on his temple when he sighed deeply, "And I bet you have better pickup lines"

He smiled at her cuteness and let his hand lay on the curve of her backside, "I´d never use a pick up line with you, Em"

-xxx-

"Una flor para otra flor", gallantly Lionel offered Emma a White lily and a beam.

She jolted; suddenly his gestures were kind of creepy and she didn´t like Will feeling jealous or insecure, "uhm, thank you". Well-mannered as always, she accepted the man´s gift and directed herself toward her office, imagining he would surrender, at least for what was left of the day.

Instead, his steps were behind her, "Será que me dirás tu nombre hoy? No quisiera llamarte Señorita Pillsbury hasta que termine el año…"

"I´m sorry, I don´t speak Spanish…", she only managed to catch his cracked, soft voice saying 'Señorita Pillsbury'.

"I was wondering if you´ll tell me your name…", he had Latin accent, but spoke the idiom perfectly, "I wouldn´t like to call you Miss Pillsbury the rest of the year"

"Oh… I´m Emma", she extended her hand to shake his, but in its place he took it and brought it to his lips.

The kiss was soft and debonair, but Emma´s face was burning.

The only thing she wanted to do was run away and rub her hands with sanitizer.

"It´s very nice to meet you, Emma", he said noticing her redden cheeks.

"Yeah, sure… I, uhm, I have some… work to do, if you don´t mind", unfortunately the crystal walls of her office wouldn´t conceal the disturbed look on her face, or her hands moving against each other frantically to wipe off the feeling of another´s man lips on her skin.

She didn´t join Will for lunch; the teachers´ lounge was crowded during fourth period and facing her boyfriend and the new teacher at the same time didn´t sound like a good idea. Evidently, Lionel had no idea she was in a relationship and she was sure he would say something that´d make Will upset.

-xxx—

He had seen him. His mouth on her the back of her hand, a corny smile on his lips and he could even hear the used line in his head. "Me parece a mí o la habitación está más brillante ahora que tú estás aquí?", He nearly gagged.

"Lionel, right?" He offered the man a fake grin while implicitly inviting him to sit next to him.

"That´s me… You are Will Schuester, aren´t you?", he nodded, "It´s nice to meet you, man…"

Why do jerks use 'man' or 'bro' all the time? Right… they´re jerks… "Same here"

Lionel was his age, but he looked younger. He had, what most people called, natural charisma. Will called it boastfulness.

Will let him talk the rest of the recess, listening carefully not to miss anything; he was certain Lionel was trying to hit on Emma. He said nothing, though. Nothing revealing, at least. Not until a couple of days later, when the man falsely thought he had his confidence.

"What´s with the foxy lady in the counseling office?", Will´s fists closed securely, "doesn´t she eat? I´ve been dying to ask her out to lunch for the past week."

"Good luck with that", he couldn´t hold back a snorted snigger.

"What? Don´t tell me she´s into girls…"

"She´s got a boyfriend"

"Oh!", he didn´t even sound defeated, "That´s ok, I'm not the jealous type"

"I am". His eyes were blazing, but Lionel was impassive. "I´m gonna ask you this once and politely; stay away from her"

"I´d like to hear that from her if you don´t mind"

He just wanted to beat the hell out of him, so he laughed acidly, "Actually I do. You´re stepping over the line here… .. I´m not kidding, man"

-xxx-

"Señorita Emma…?", Lionel´s head poked in her office through the crystal door, "Are you busy?"

"Sort of…", she lied; he was always following her tracks and she just knew Will´s eyes were watchful. He had no reason to suspect her of anything, Emma was aware of that, and so was he. They had talked about it; but she was confident seeing the Spanish teacher cajoling her was no fun for Will.

"Would you like to join me for lunch?", he ventured with a smiled which failed in seducing her.

"That´s very sweet of you, but I'm late on some paper work"; the whole idea seemed ridiculous to Emma. If she thought about it, rationally, Will had no reason to be wary with her. Cheating was not an option. Never, ever.

"I could join you, if you want", was his shy insistence.

He isn´t that terrible, "I won´t be giving you any conversation", was her apology.

"It´s fine… Watching you is good enough for me"

Crap.

-xxx-

The whole picture was absolutely distressing; if he had known how little his threat would work, he would have just punched Lionel´s olive, perfect outlined cheekbone to send a clearer message.

.. So scary, Schuester!

Totally and completely futile. Lionel was happily spreading some yellowish sauce on Emma´s bread. Maybe it had milk, he didn´t know. Emma didn´t know. Everything felt like a mess.

He sighed, feeling highly frustrated and prayed for the day to end soon. Emma´s goodnight kiss on his lips was his only solace.

"Em?", he knocked gently hours later at the door where she had SAT prep; the kids should be gone by now, "You ready?"

"Hey, honey", she always greeted him happily; one of the numerous things he loved about her, "In a min… How was your day?"

"Blah, been better…" He really didn´t want to bring his insecurities up, they had already talked about it, but he had left aside the little tiny detail of Lionel being a dick.

"You don´t look good", she could always figure out when there was something troubling him; the fallen angle of his eyebrows gave him away.

"I´m sort of tired", her own eyebrow cocked, "Ok, my day wasn´t that good. But don´t worry, really"

"You sure…? I don´t mind talking… ", she sat her bag back on the desk and walked a few steps to him; "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Not really…", seeing Lionel asshole Spinoza having lunch with you made me go nuts.

"Ok… Sorry I didn´t join you for lunch today", she always knew what was on his mind, "Late paper work"

"It´s ok"; What´s not ok Is him being here instead of me, "Could you eat?"

"Uhm, yes… Lionel came"

"Oh. Yes, sure"; it was his voice resounding in his head so clearly making Will speak so harshly.

"He gave me this spicy sauce…", Emma tried to joke to lighten the mood, "pretty horrible"; his lips curved in a light smile to quickly return to their previous position, "Will, don´t be silly…"

"Wh-"

"Don´t you trust me?"

"It´s not about trust", it wasn´t. It was about fear. What if he won her heart?

"What is it about then?"

"He wants to get in your pants, Emma!", she was so innocent sometimes.

"I don´t wear pants"; he was upset, it was obvious, but she didn´t want to make a big deal of this.

"You know what I mean"

"So, what? You think I'll let him?", her voice was composed while approaching him and taking his heated face between her hands, "I´m your girlfriend… yours. You think it doesn´t make me a little jealous seeing Shelby look at you the way she does?"

"She doesn´t-"

"You don´t see it. But I do. Just like you see Lionel and I don´t. I´ve learned I don´t care how she looks at you. I don´t. Because I know at the end of the day you choose me. And I choose you. Is that so hard to understand?"

"No, ma´am", he let out a little chuckle at her cuteness. She was right and he placed a feather kiss on his mouth.

"I don´t know if he wants to, uhm, get in to my… pants. But Will, I wouldn´t do it", suddenly she became shy, "not with him. I, uhm," her index finger moved nervously on the hem of his vest, "thank you for waiting for me"

Pulling completely away never happened, because soon his mouth was assaulting hers. Surprise sneak attacks were Will´s favorites on Emma.

"Ok", she breathed heavily upon his lips, "Now can we go home?"

"Uhm, no lo se… Creo que prefiero abrazarte y no dejarte ir", he whispered softly moving his mouth across her jaw line.

"What did you say?", she huffed, not really caring; she loved Spanish leaving Will´s lungs. So virile and seductive.

"Adivina, adivinador….", his hands moved to the back of her skirt, where the soft fabric of her blouse tucked inside it, "Me dejarías tocarte así? Muy suavemente?"

The meaning of the words was mysterious; but the look on his face… she had seen it; at night, when he´d pull away before claiming it was late although it really wasn´t; and when he whispered his love, holding her so very close. "Yes"; her heart pounded hard against her chest; it was the adrenaline of the new, the unforeseen. Her lower lip was chewed between teeth when he walked her back to her desk, his hands tracing lazy patterns on the spot where her thighs were swollen beneath her skirt.

"Eres muy muy Hermosa, Emma… Nunca me canso de decirtelo", his mouth moved slowly across her jaw, down to her throat and then back to her mouth, where she locked their lips coyly. Embarrassed of how much a foreign language turned her on.

"I have, uh", she was panting when he flushed their bodies together, pushing her slightly rough against the desk, "I have no idea what you are saying". Her chest was flushing hot; the new, the unexpected. Will was always gentle, but this time… he was intense. He was even more intense when crushing their mouths together and battling with her excited flesh, sucking on her lower lip, fingers tangled in her hair.

"No sabes?"; he released her with a sexy popping sound and her face blazed. The sounds bodies could make. She had never noticed it and shook her head, although she wasn´t sure what he meant.

"Are those Spanish pickup lines?" Was her hot gasp on his neck, struggling to compose herself.

"Not a single one of them compare to you, Em".

-xx-

Lionel´s lines:

- Una flor para otra flor : a flower for a flower

Will´s Spanish lines:

- Creo que prefiero abrazarte y no dejarte ir: I think i´d rather huf you and not let you go

- Me dejarías tocarte así? Muy suavemente? : Would you let me touch you like this? So very softly?

-Eres muy muy Hermosa, Emma… Nunca me canso de decírtelo: You´re so so beautiful. I never get tired of saying it.

- No sabes? : Don´t you know?