A/N So I know I haven't updated this in forever but better late than never right?

Chapter 3

It had been one month since Emma was attacked and while she was doing better physically, emotionally she was still a wreck. She did her best to hide it from Will but she knew he could tell something was wrong. She wasn't acting like herself and she never talked about the attack. She didn't want to go out anymore, and her work was starting to suffer.

The glee kids had informed Will that anytime they would go to her for help, she would zone out and barely listen or just give them horrible advice. He and Emma hadn't made love since the attack, which was troubling to him because they could barely keep their hands off each other, even after being together for so long. Will thought that maybe she was waiting for him to make the first move, so he decided to take the chance.

Emma felt his lips moving slowly on the back of her neck, his tell tale sign that he wanted to be intimate. To be honest, she really did miss him and wanted to be close to him again, but something inside her was holding her back, keeping her from acting on her feelings. She figured since he was making the first move tonight, she could try to go along with it.

She turned around and smiled at him. "Hi."

"Hi," he said, softly stroking her cheek and kissing her gently.

Emma sighed into his kiss and kissed him back. She really did miss this, but for some reason she just couldn't get herself to be intimate with him anymore.

Will rolled over so he was on top and rubbed her side softly. He kissed her neck and whispered "I miss you" into her ear.

She nodded against him, trying to hold back tears, unsure she would be able to go through with it if she still felt so vulnerable.

Will pulled off his shirt and she smiled, rubbing her hands up and down his chest. The way he smiled at her made her think that maybe she would be okay. He slowly started to pull her shirt up, gently kissing

her stomach as he made his way up to her chest, where he pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the side. He continued kissing down her chest, and she could feel his need pressing against her stomach.

She ran her hand through his hair and he moaned. Will always liked when she did that. He looked up at her and started pulling down her bra straps, then reached behind her to unclasp it from her back. Emma lifted her arms, and he pulled it off. He smirked and licked a line from her stomach back up to her chest, gently kneading her breasts in his hands.

Something triggered inside of her then, and she froze beneath him. Images flashed before her of them trying for a baby, images of them being happy when they heard the news that they were expecting, and

finally the image of that dream being ripped away when she was attacked. Emma started breathing heavily and Will looked up at her.

"Emma, are you okay?" he asked, worry etched all over his face.

Emma shook her head. "No I can't… I can't do this right now," she said, turning to her side so she wasn't facing him.

Will sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He rolled off of her and rubbed her arm gently. "Em, come on. Just talk to me. You don't talk about what's bothering you anymore. I'm your husband, remember? The guy you can talk to about anything."

Emma let a few tears slip down her face, wiping them away with her hand. "Will, really everything fine."

Will laid back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. It had been weeks, and he couldn't hold in the frustration that had built up inside him. he hit his first against the mattress. "Damn it Emma! That's bull shit!" he yelled, getting up and starting to grab his pillows off the bed.

Emma flinched at Will's sudden outburst. she quickly turned around and sat up. "Will, what are you yelling about?" she asked.

"This…" he said, moving his hand back and forth between them. "You don't talk to me anymore. You're always upset and you won't tell me why. You just say you're fine or whatever, but I know you're not," he said, grabbing a blanket out of the closet.

"Oh, I'm sorry Will. I'm sorry that it's taken me longer to get over everything than it obviously has taken you," she spat back angrily.

Will felt like she had just slapped him across the face. She wasn't the only one who suffered that day, even if that's what it felt like to her.

"You're kidding me, right?" he laughed sarcastically, starting to walk out the door. "You know you weren't the only one who lost a baby." Will slammed the door behind him without another word.

Emma stared at the door for what felt like hours until that realization hit her, and she immediately broke down into tears, hiding her face on his side of the bed. She felt like a horrible person. She was so wrapped up in her own emotions that she couldn't even see that her own husband was hurting too, although she should have known. It wasn't just her baby that was gone. It was their baby.

She composed herself as best she could, and quietly started walking to the living room. As she approached, she heard his muffled sobs, and her heart felt like it was breaking in two. She was the reason he was so hurt, and now she needed to fix it. Emma walked into the room, leaning against a wall and looking down.

"W-Will," she said, trying to contain her shaky voice.

Will shook his head that was in his hands. "Just go away."

Emma walked over to him and knelt down, gently resting her hand on his arm. He pulled it away roughly, and she looked at him, noticing he was holding something. More tears burned her eyes when she realized it was the onesie he had bought when he first found out she was pregnant.

"Oh gosh, Will, I am so sorry," she whispered, taking a seat next to him on the couch. "I just thought that you were over it, because you didn't seem sad or anything. I should've asked you how you were

feeling. I'm so sorry," Emma managed to say in between sobs.

Will sniffled and turned to face her. He was so mad at Emma for shutting him out all the time that he didn't realize his own mistakes in all of this. It was true he had put on a brave face for Emma, so how

was she supposed to know that he was still hurting? He placed his hand on Emma's shoulder and squeezed it gently, letting her know that he was there for her.

"Em, its okay," Will whispered.

Emma grabbed his hand and held it, shaking her head. "No, it's not,"

she said. "I am a horrible wife."

Will wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed the crown of her head. "Emma, you are not a horrible wife. I should have said something to you instead of acting like everything was okay. I should have let you know what I was feeling. Maybe then you wouldn't have felt so alone, or like I didn't care anymore," he said, stroking her hair.

She nodded and looked up at him through the sheen of tears pooled in her eyes. "You're right. We need to be more open with each other; if not, we'll just grow even more distant than we are right now, and I

couldn't deal with that," she said, kissing him gently and resting her head on his chest. "I really missed you."

"I missed you too, Em. Let's get some sleep. It's been a rough day for us," he said, lifting her up and taking her back to the bedroom. He laid her down gently and took his place next to her.

"Night, sweetie," Will cooed into her ear.

Emma snuggled against him. "Night, will."

The next night was the annual glee club invitational, and since the glee club had won the National Championship two years in a row, it had turned into a bigger deal than it once was when Will first took over glee club. Neither Will nor Emma really wanted to go, but being the glee director, he had to attend, and he had a special performance planned for the end.

After the applause calmed down for New Direction's final number, Will walked out on stage, and Emma look up at him from the first row, confused as to what he was doing, but he just smiled at her.

He tapped on the microphone to quiet the audience, then cleared his throat. "Um, hi everyone, I'm Will Schuester, director of New Directions and I have another performance for a special someone in my

life," he said, smirking at Emma.

Emma watched him curiously as he grabbed his guitar and stool, and started to play along with the bandto a song that fit their situation all too well.

When you try your best, but you don't succeed. When you get what you

want but not what you need…

Emma dropped her head and smiled. Will was singing this song for them, and for all they'd been through, both the joy and the loss. As the song went on, different memories from their struggles through trying to have a baby flashed through her mind, and it wasn't long before the tears fell freely down her face, gaining sympathetic looks from the people around them who knew what they had gone through.

Lights will guide you home.

Emma gave Will a watery smile as he looked down at her and noticed he was trying to hold his own tears back with his performance after seeing her break down. He was always like that. If she was upset or crying about something, he would often start crying, too, something she loved about him. Emma knew that no matter what happened in the future, that her home would always be with Will, even if it was just the two of them for the rest of their lives.

And I will try to fix you…

Emma knew that Will would do anything to make her feel better about what happened but she wanted to make sure he was okay, too. After his breakdown the other night, she realized that she was being selfish in thinking the loss of the baby was something only she suffered. She wanted him to know that she would always be there for him too no matter how bad she was hurting.

As the song ended, she stood up and clapped with the rest of the auditorium. She smiled widely up at him as he stared down at her, making her feel that they were the only two in the room.

And for the first time in weeks, she knew that everything would be okay.