That first meeting and my first day at West McKinley would forever change the course of my life...even though I couldn't have known it then. During those first few months, Will and I developed a tentative friendship built around a friendly work atmosphere and his easy-going personality. Which, if we're honest, really contrasts my neurotic behavior and OCD tendencies. But our friendship was formed and I was thankful to have one ally in the sea of endless faces of students and faculty that I didn't really know. Will was kind to me and struck up conversations easily, which is rather hard for me to do considering most people don't really understand my odd and sometimes, awkward, behavior. But it never failed that we always had something to talk about.

I'll be the first to admit that during those first few months, I developed feelings for Will that were beyond that of friendship or being a collegue. It wasn't something that I planned or wanted to happen...it just sort of did. Part of me, at least the rational part, sees that it was a natural thing because Will was all the things I looked for in a mate. He was kind, compassionate, good looking (not that physical attraction is everything), and the man gave everything of himself before thinking once about his own needs. That was the man I had dreamed about since I was a teenage girl and at the age of thirty, I had found it. But, after years of living in perpetual fear of germs and my OCD problems, intimacy was not something I was proficient in. That, along with the fact that Will was married, kept my own emotions at bay while we continued to work together.

Things really began to change when Will took charge of the Glee club after the former director, the ever creepy Sandy Ryerson, was fired for inappropriate conduct. (I said good riddance. He was really weird and kind of gross...at least to me. And I'm the queen of weird!) But Will decided to take on the Glee club, which only consisted of five members then, and bring them back to the days where they won contests and were respected. I admired his candor and all out determination to bring the club back to glory, but at the same time I wondered if he could really do it. The only members beginning were Rachel Berry, Artie Abrams, Tina Cohen-Chang, Mercedes Jones, and Kurt Hummel. However, Will soon gave up on them because his wife Terri (whom I have a strong dislike for and will explain more about in future posts) informed Will that she was pregnant. In order to support his growing family, Will considered quitting his teaching job to take on one as an accountant...something I knew he would not like.

I spent some time talking with him about this decision and all the while, the Glee kids...now joined by Finn Hudson, decided to keep trying without Will. After seeing them perform, Will renewed his faith in the club and decided to keep his job as a teacher, much to my relief. After those initial weeks of Glee revival, I noticed how much happier Will seemed when he was working with those kids as opposed to dealing with the stress of his marriage. Unknown to most people, Will took on a second job as a night janitor to earn extra money for the impeding start of his family. One particular night I remember was the night I realized he knew about my OCD and mysophobia. I was helping him clean up a classroom after hours so he wouldn't be by himself. I had been scrubbing along and chatting when he confronted me about my problem.

"Let's make a deal. You're helping me with my problem, how about I take a stab at one of yours?" he said, looking at me.

I was quick to defend myself with the first thing that came to mind. "Oh no, I don't have a problem."

But he saw right through me. "You've been scrubbing that pencil sharpener for an hour."

I had literally no defense to that. My mind immediately went into a frenzy when he swiped his finger on some chalk residue and brushed it on my nose, leaving it there for ten seconds solid. Every moment of that, I was freaking out inside...wanting to disinfect myself...clean it all away and make it so it never happened. But when he wiped it off my nose, it was like it hadn't happened. I forgot about the chalk. That was the moment I fell in love completely with Will Schuester. After that moment, we bonded and he understood that I wasn't like other people...I needed a little extra care.

During this time, Will and I spent a lot of time together, bonding over many things but especially music, as I was a fan of the Glee kids and their performances. I enjoyed this time and never wanted it to end since I was pretty much in love with him. However, realizing that he needed to focus on his upcoming family, I curtailed the time we spent together. I knew that it was wrong to love a married man, but I never acted on those feelings. Instead, I realized that Will had responsibilities and knew that he was a man of his word. And while Terri treated him horribly and made him feel like he was next to nothing and never good enough, I tried to keep him built up by reminding him that he was doing good for the Glee kids and setting a good example for his own future child. I did all that I could to be a supportive friend; because in my mind, that is all I was ever going to be.

Boy, was I wrong.


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