Emily hung off Dwight's bed watching him go through all of his 'weapons' as they talked about what they were going to do over Christmas break.
"My dad's making me stay home while he, Michelle, and Logan go to Nevada for some business trip that Logan doesn't even want to go on," Emily said with a groan. "So yeah, I'm probably gonna stay with Blaine, Kurt, Reed, or the twins. Happens every year."
"Or you can stay with me," Dwight said, not looking at Emily. "My mom will be happy that I finally have a girlfriend and that I won't be obsessing about paranormal stuff as much."
Emily blushed and sat up on Dwight's bed. It was one thing to be living in the same dorm as your boyfriend but another to be spending Christmas with him. At his house. With his family. Nothing big right? Right? Emily sighed and fell back on Dwight's bed. "Dwight, have you even thought this through?"
Dwight turned around to face Emily, who was sitting on his bed, face bright crimson, and said, "W-well no, but I just thought that since you and I are...you know...together you might want...to...um...meet my mom."
Emily giggled and stood up. Then she walked over to Dwight and leaned her head against his shoulder saying, "Well duh, and I want you to meet my dad. He likes having at least one straight child. But we don't have to rush things."
Dwight smiled and put his arm around her. "I know, but I'd like you to spend some time with me over the break."
"Don't worry Dwight, there's still the New Year's party the twins are having." Emily pulled Dwight over to the couch and made him sit down. "Now, I am going to pick out your outfit for the Fall Music Festival. You have to have at least one nice outfit in your closet." She walked over to his closet, opened it, and started shifting through it. She only found three good shirts and one good pair of dress pants. She sighed and turned to Dwight, arms crossed. "Do you not have any nice clothes? Most of your shirts are either for school or are T-shirts. We need to go shopping, after I change out of this uniform." She ran out of his room before he could answer.
When Emily came out of her room she was wearing a pair of dark blue jean skinny jeans, a black tank top, a light blue T-shirt with a black rose that cut off at belly button, a camouflage jacket, and black high-top Converse. She then knocked on Kurt's door saying, "Kurt, I need your help pronto."
The door opened while Emily was just about to knock again. "What do you need help with? Where's the fire?"
"No fire, it's Dwight's clothes. He needs something nice to wear to the Fall Music Festival and has nothing nice in his closet," Emily said, grabbing Kurt by the hand and pulling him down the hall, only stopping to grab Dwight, who was now in a 'My Chemical Romance' T-shirt, jeans, and Converse. They went outside and straight for Emily's truck.
It only took them a few minutes to get to the mall. Then they went inside and Emily and Kurt dragged Dwight into the first store they found that sold men's clothes (JC Pennies).
"Alright, first things first, you need a new shirt," Kurt said, eyeing Dwight's clothe's then the racks in front of him. He quickly found three button up shirts and four vests for Dwight to try on and shoved him into a dressing room. The first shirt was a nice powder blue color but it didn't quite fit his skin tone according to Kurt and Emily didn't like the color anyway. The second shirt was a cherry red and actually looked good on Dwight but just didn't fit him right in the arms. The third one was a light gray that fit him perfectly and showed off his hidden muscle a little, not to mention made his blue-gray eyes pop with color and life. "Perfect," Kurt said. "Now, let's see which vest goes with it."
Emily just rolled her eyes and looked through the four vests. Then she held up a midnight black vest up to Dwight and said, "This one, it's not too bold yet not too bland. Also, black looks good on him." She took the other shirts and vests and put them up as Dwight changed back into his T-shirt and handed Kurt his button up shirt and vest. "Okay, what size pants do you wear?" she asked as they headed towards the racks of dress pants.
"Size seven," Dwight said a little hesitantly. "Why do I have a feeling you two are going to a million pairs of pants?"
"Cause we will," Kurt said, pushing Dwight into another fitting room with three pairs of pants.
"You know, after this we should go dress shopping for me. Harvey and Medel told me I can't perform at the festival since I've only been here for a week, so I'm gonna be in the crowd and need a new dress that'll match Dwight's outfit. Please help me find my dress?" Emily begged while Dwight was in the dressing room.
"Of course I'll help you," Kurt said as Dwight walked out in the first pair of pants, a nice black pair that were perfect for his outfit. "Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"
"I love them Dwight. They are amazing on you" Emily said, kissing Dwight on the cheek. "Now, let's go get me a dress."
Dwight sighed and went back into the fitting room to put his regular clothes on. When he came out they paid for his clothes and headed to one of the many dress stores. As Emily and Kurt looked for a perfect dress Dwight sat down on one of the benches and watched them look through the racks.
"Girlfriend looking for a dress?"
Dwight jumped at the sudden noise and turned to see a tall brunette girl standing in front of him. "Yeah, who are you exactly?"
"I'm E-"
"Ella Sylvester, what nice surprise, and by nice surprise i mean what hell are you doin' talkin' to my boyfriend?" Emily asked, arms crossed over her chest and green eyes glaring daggers into the other girl.
"Emily Wright? Well I see you still look like a guy," Ella said with a smirk. Then she turned to Dwight. "What do you see in her anyway? She looks like she just stepped off of freight train that got stuck in Rio."
"Excuse you?" Kurt said as he walked passed Emily and Dwight. "If you haven't noticed, you look like you just got off of a pole. And you can try and insult me but I've dealt with Sue Sylvester before. I'm not scared of you."
Ella looked Kurt up and down then asked, "Are you gay or something? Cause you look like a fashion show gone wrong."
"Alright Ella, I'm trying to find myself a dress fight now and you're kind of being a...how do I put this nicely? Oh yeah, a b-"
"Emily! Watch your language!" Kurt yelled, cutting Emily off before she could finish.
Ella then turned on her heals and calmly walked out of the store.
"I hate tat girl," Emily growled trough her teeth.
The Fall Music Festival.
Emily paced her room, a little nervous since she was to go with Dwight to Houston, Texas after the festival with his family and she was going with him to the festival. She was freaking out and it was driving Blaine nuts.
"Emily, would you stop pacing the room. You're driving me nuts," Blaine finally said as he fixed his tie and blazer.
"That's easy for you to say, you're boyfriend is performing with you. I'm gonna be sitting with mine and his family. Then I'm gonna be goin' with them to Houston for Christmas," Emily exclaimed, now sitting on her bed with her head in her hands.
"Come on Em, you'll be fine. Let's get you fixed up."
Emily sighed but got up and went into the bathroom to get dressed. When she came out she was wearing a stunning black strapless dress that went to the floor, a white cover-up, a pair of black heals (three inch), and had her bangs clipped back with a black and white bow made out of duck-tape. "What do you think?" she asked as she spun around for Blaine. "Kurt helped me pick it out."
"If I wasn't gay I'd so go out with you," he said as he looked at Emily's outfit, not use to seeing her look like a girl.
Emily giggled and grabbed her bag from her bedside table. Then she walked out of the room and headed for Dwight's. She knocked on his door and waited. She was greeted by Dwight's roommate, Todd Hendricks, and smiled. "Is Dwight here?" she asked, looking in the room just in time to see Dwight walking out of bathroom all dressed up in his new outfit.
"Yeah, come on in," Todd said, gesturing Emily in.
"Thanks Todd," she said sweetly. "Hi stranger, what's your name?"
Dwight turned around and looked at Emily. "H-hi Em, n-nice dress," he stuttered as he took Emily's hand to lead her out.
"Thank you Dwight, you look very nice."
Dwight turned crimson as they walked down the stairs and into the common room, which was filled with Windsors. All of the boys in the room turned their heads as Emily and Dwight walked in.
"Wow," Wes gasped, not able to take his eyes off of her. "You actually look like a girl."
Emily just rolled her eyes and walked out of Windsor and started heading towards Orion Hall with Dwight. "Are you sure your parent's are okay with staying whit y'all over the break? Oh, and I can drive myself if I need to, I've been to Houston, Texas before and know it like the back of my hand."
"It's okay, you don't have to drive but we can take your truck with us if you want," Dwight said, taking Emily's hand and kissing her softly.
As they walked into the hall they heard a commotion coming from the hall that lead to backstage. Emily walked straight for it and found her father yelling her brother.
"The hell is goin' on here?" she yelled at the two in the hall. "I swear, y'all can't be anywhere together without gettin' into a fight! Why can't y'all just get along like normal fathers and sons?"
"Emily Ann Wright, what are you wearing?" her father, John Logan Wright Jr. aka Senator Wright, demanded.
"A dress, what else? Now, you two better get along for the rest of the night before all of hell down upon the both of you!" And with that Emily stormed off and left the two standing there speechless.
"What happened?" Dwight asked once Emily sat down next to him.
"Just a stupid fight between my dad and Lo. Can't those two ever get along?" Emily sighed, already knowing the answer to that question and sank into her seat. "I just want this day to be over."
