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It was recess, and Emma was headed to the teacher's lounge. She was clicking her heels down the squeaky halls of McKinley, when she saw those all too familiar broad shoulders, curly hair, and dreamy eyes headed towards her. When...SPLAT. Something icy hit her hard in the face, and she feared opening her eyes to see it. For several seconds she stood frozen, not even daring to breathe. 'Karofsky! Figgins' office. NOW!' Will yelled. 'Emma god, let's clean you up.'
'I can't um, open my-'
'It's fine, it's fine,'He whispered, placing an arm on her shoulder and guiding her down the corridor. The jeers and wolf whistling of teenagers followed them. 'Get in there Schue!'
Emma couldn't help but smile a little at this, despite her disgust with the lumpy liquid drenching her upper body. Will saw her small smile, and a guilty warmth spread through his chest. They reached Emma's office, and he helped her in. 'Paper towels!'Will exclaimed gathering a bunch from the dispenser near the doorway. He wiped one over her eyes, she blinked worriedly. 'I didn't hurt you did I?'He said, she laughed . 'No I'm just messy, sorry.'
'It's not your fault, that kid slushied you!'
'I need to change.' Will's eyes widened and he raised his hands, 'I'll just um, leave then.'
'No I just mean my cardigan silly.' She grinned, standing up and reaching for her spare cardigan. 'Oh right!'
'You really imagined me naked in a room full of glass windows!'Immediately realising the entirety of what had just said, she added,'No I didn't mean you would-'.
Will laughed,'That would be kind of funny.' None of them were sure which of Emma's sentences he had replied to.'
