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"See you guys tomorrow."

Will waved as the last few kids left the room, each saying, "Bye Mr. Schue." and "See ya."

Will decided to straighten up the room a little before leaving. He arranged the chairs and put all of the music back in the correct folders. When everything was put back in its place he grabbed his coat and bag, shut off the lights, and locked the door.

He walked down the hallway towards Emma's office, even though he figured she'd be gone by now. It was a habit he had formed long ago, walking by Emma's office as many times as he could. He always hoped for a glimpse of her and when she caught sight of him and smiled, his day got just a little bit better. That was before they had started this relationship, or whatever it was. He still couldn't stop walking by her office.

As he approached, he was surprised to see the lights on. He smiled, and it grew even larger when he rounded the corner and saw the familiar woman bent over her desk, her attention completely focused on some paper, her red hair falling in a curtain around her face.

Will stared at her for a moment, just taking her in. She was beautiful. But not only that. She was smart, and she was the type of woman who wouldn't lie about being pregnant. Yeah, Emma had her quirks, but none of that mattered. She was a happy person with a generally optimistic outlook on life. Her mere presence made him smile.

Emma yawned and leaned up, brushing some red lochs behind her ear. She stretched and noticed Will standing in the doorway of her office. She let out a very unflattering "Eeek!" and nearly fell out of her chair.

Will laughed, unable to help it. "Sorry." He grinned.

"Please don't sneak up on me like that!" She let out a breath and placed on hand on her chest, trying to slow her pounding heart.

"Sorry." Will said again. "You just looked like you were really concentrating. I didn't want to interrupt."

"Thanks for being so considerate." She rolled her eyes and stood up. She gathered up the papers she had been focusing on and put them away, making her desk spotless.

Will grinned and shook his head as she shut down her computer and slung her jacket of her arm. "Was that sarcasm? I'm proud of you, Em."

She blushed, even though he was just kidding. Will noticed, and reached for her hand. He tugged her closer to him and leaned in, kissing her softly on the cheek. Of course, this action made her blush even more. She swallowed, suddenly feeling the hot intensity between them. She glanced down at his lips and sent up a silent prayer that he would kiss her.

Emma's prayer was answered when, just a second later, Will leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. She still couldn't get over how amazing his kisses were. They ranged from soft and sweet to hot and passionate, but every single one knocked the breath out of her and left her standing there light headed with a huge, dopey grin plastered on her face.

When he pulled back, Emma was disappointed, but hid it well. She leaned her forehead against his and smiled softly, breathing him in. She loved the way he smelled. It was his cologne mixed with something distinctly Will. He smelled sexy, and sweet, and most importantly, clean. He was everything that Ken wasn't, and for that Emma was thankful.

"I feel like a teenager." She admitted suddenly.

Will raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Emma nodded. "I mean...I'm just...I'm not used to kissing people at school." Her cheeks flamed from embarrassment and she wished she knew when to keep her big mouth shut.

"Then we'll have to work on that, won't we?" He chuckled and pulled back from her. He pulled the coat off of her arm and helped her into it, then took her hand in his. "May I escort you to your car, Cinderella?"

Emma smiled and nodded, intertwining her fingers with his. They left her office and as soon as Emma turned the light off and shut and locked the door, they were walking hand in hand down the hallway.

When they reached her car, Emma smiled up at Will. She didn't want him to let go of her hand, and she didn't want to wait until tomorrow to see him again. She was lovesick and she couldn't help it.

"Um," She began, looking everywhere but at him. "Are you sure you don't, um, want to stay at my apartment? I mean, that hotel must be, uh, expensive and I have a spare bedroom and everything. Um, I don't want you to feel obligated or anything but, um, the offer is still there." She began talking faster. Her head was telling her to shut up but her mouth just wouldn't listen. "Unless you don't want to stay with me. That's fine, too, I was just offering because I thought, hey, I'd want someone to offer me a place to stay if, um, if the situations were reversed. And I thought since we're, um, closer now that you'd like to stay. But obviously you don't and I'm okay with that so don't worry or anything. I just wanted you to know that if you changed your mind then just come over and, well, call first so I can, um, make sure everything is in order and then just come over and--,"

"Emma!" Will cut her off.

She stopped talking immediately, pressing her lips together in a tight line. Her cheeks were flaming and she really wished she could sink into the ground.

"Thank you." Will looked straight into her eyes. The wind blew, lifting her red hair off of her shoulders and letting it flutter around her face. "I mean it, Em. Thank you for offering. You have no idea how much that means to me."

She nodded and bit her lip. He was declining, again. She should have known better than to have asked.

"I just want to finish getting all of this divorce stuff sorted out." He said. "Plus, I don't want to put you out. I'm fine staying at a hotel for now, really. It's not a big deal. But it means a lot to me that you offered."

Emma nodded again, hoping he couldn't see how devastated she was by his answer. This was the third time that she had asked him if he would like to move in, and the third time he had said no. She loved him but she couldn't help but wonder if the feelings were mutual. He refused to move in with her, so he was refusing to distance himself even more from Terri. It made sense that he still cared about her, even after everything that she did, but it hurt Emma. If there was one thing she didn't want to be it was the rebound girl.

Will could plainly see how sad he'd made Emma by his answer. He couldn't help it, though. He needed to finish things with Terri for once and for all, and he wanted to make sure that Em knew he wasn't just using her as a place to stay. He honestly cared for her and he didn't want her to doubt that for a second.

Seeing the hurt in her eyes was making him feel terrible. He had to do something.

"Hey," He said suddenly, smiling at her. "Tomorrow's Friday. What do you say after school I take you out to dinner?" He saw the surprise flash in her eyes, and he smiled even more. "You can pick the restaurant." He added quickly, knowing that she'd probably refuse unless she was sure that the restaurant they would be dining at was insanely sanitary and met all of her conditions.

She opened her mouth to say something, closed it, and then opened it again. "That sounds great."

"Great!" He exclaimed, and Emma laughed. "I'll be looking forward to it all day."

"Me too."

"I guess I better go." Will said. He didn't really want to, but he had tests to grade and things to do. "I'll see you tomorrow, Em."

"Bye."

He kissed her once more, intending for it to only be a quick peck. It turned out to be a long kiss, with Emma's hands resting on his chest and his holding her loosely around her waist.

Ken glared at the two of them from his car, parked on the other side of the parking lot. The stab of hatred he felt towards Schuester was just growing and growing.

*****

Figgins groaned, and looked down at his list of applicants. He had put out the ad for a Cheerios coach to coach alongside Sue before the woman in question had even returned to the school. Yes, Figgins had had a plan. Sue may have blackmailed the people superior to him, but he was one principal who was sick of being pushed around. Sue may be a scary, scary woman, but she was not running this school. He was.

But sometimes he really wished he wasn't.

Like right now, for instance. If there was one thing that he hated, it was interviews. They were long, and boring, and he would much rather be sitting at his desk doing nothing...er...paperwork. So far, he'd seen four applicants for Cheerios coach. None of them were any good at all. Only one of them had previous cheering experience, and he had been kicked off of the squad because he tried to suffocate a girl with a pom-pom.

Things weren't going very well. Not very well at all.

Figgins was just about to give up and tell Sue that he had called off the whole thing and she would, once again, be the only Cheerios coach. Then his office door opened.

"Hello again, Principal Figgins."

He blinked, and his mind began to work in overtime. He couldn't. Not after what had happened before. There was no way. But still, he couldn't help but motion to the chair in front of his desk. "Sit, sit. Let's chat."

After an extra long interview and thoroughly going over the school rules, Figgins stood up, as did the person across the desk from him. He extended his hand to them.

"You're hired."

"When do I start?

"Is today too soon?"

"Not at all."

"Excellent." Figgins walked around his desk and held open his office door. "Let's go find Sue."

Any guesses who the new co-coach is?