A/N: Next Chapter is Puck so it will be in the Puck/Rachel filter. Just a heads up.
Will sat at home, glass in hand. How could he let this happen to his students? Each one, except for the lucky three, now tormented by being freaks and struggling to try and control these strange and, possibly, deadly powers. He felt awful for Blaine, having to constantly focus to not invade his friends' minds. And poor Sam, who was being used as an experiment just because his body was the most adaptable. Or Brittany, who could barely control her powers over ice.
And then there was Will himself, now able to speak and read every language there was. He walked into the foreign language department and got a migraine from the instant translations that he was not accustomed to. Will rested his cold beer bottle against his forehead. He'd not taken more than one sip in the past hour. He kept forgetting to drink. He was distracted. Every time he was about to take a sip, he thought of one of his students and he went off on a tangent. Why them? Why did that strange man give them these god-awful powers?
There was a knock on the door and Will stood up, expecting it to be one of his now traumatized students. Instead he saw Emma standing there, smiling shyly. Normally, he'd be thrilled to see her on his doorstep. Today, not so much. Just wanted to sleep for, like, three days. He smiled tiredly at Emma.
"Hi. Can I come in?" she asked hopefully. Will nodded and tried his hardest to resist yawning, or the urge to break down crying. He just took a deep breath. He sat down on his couch next to Emma.
"So, what brings you here?" Will asked. Emma shrugged and looked at him with worry in her doe eyes.
"I'm worried about you, Will. You're tired at school, jumpy as well. You constantly looked stressed and are more overprotective of the glee kids than ever. What's going on?" Emma asked. Will ran his hand over his face.
"Nothing. I'm just over worked," he lied.
"That's not true at all. When you are over worked you come and talk to me, maybe go away for the weekend. This is...something else. Something bigger," Emma insisted.
"I think your over analyzing, I'm fine," Will forced a smile. Emma shooh her head.
"You've been acting funny ever since having dinner at Breadstix last Friday. What happened?" Emma prodded. Will sighed, this was the woman he loved, he might as well tell her that he was no some sort of freak.
"What would you say if I told you that I followed a majority of my students into the woods to return Brittany's sweater, found out they'd stumbled upon a silver meteor, then a semi-glowing man sent three glowing orbs apiece into the kids and myself and then we learned that'd they given us supernatural powers?" Will asked bluntly, finding no other way to deliver the news. Emma smiled.
"I'd say that's impossible, and nice try at a subject change, but it won't work," she said. Will's shoulders slumped. Of course, she didn't believe him.
"Emma, I'm sorry to say that I'm serious. I...I can speak and read every language now," He whispered. Emma's round eyes got wider.
"Will, I know when you're joking, and you never joke twice. But this is...this is really, really crazy," Emma's smile slowly vanished.
"I know. Take it from the guy who can now curse out the Chinese Food man, it's too crazy," Will shook his head.
"Maybe it's good that you told me. Now if the kids are struggling, they can come to me too," Emma reasoned, trying to unload some of Will's heavy burden. Will nodded hesitantly and she took his hand, smiling at him slowly. He rested his head on her shoulder, almost too exhausted to hold it up himself.
"Maybe you're right. I honestly don't know how they'll cope with it. I can barely deal with it, and they are just kids," Will sighed. Emma laughed softly.
"With you as their teacher, and with you going through the same terror as them, I'm sure they'll be fine," she assured him. Will's phone rang and he picked it up quickly.
"Mr. Schue, come quick, Sam's second power came in," a sobbing Quinn called through the Finn. Will bolted to his feet.
"Emma I got to go, Sam's in trouble," he said. Emma stood up.
"I'm coming too," she insisted. In no timeframe to argue, Will nodded and they ran to his car.
When they pulled up in front of Sam's house, the sight that met them was a gruesome one. Some of the glee kids were flocking inside and when Will stepped inside, he was terrified to see that the hallway, and Sam's whole body, was on fire. Brittany froze Sam in ice so thick it but the fire out. Santana stretched out her hand and sucked the fire away. Quinn was talking to Mercedes, scared out of her wits.
Brittany slowly dissolved a shivering Sam. Will walked over to him.
"Sam, are you okay? What happened?" he asked gently. Sam crossed his arms and stared nervously at the floor.
"My entire body turned to Fire. Artie called it 'Fire mimicry'. I don't want to talk about it," Sam grumbled, looking at a smoldered picture of him and his siblings.
"I know it must be hard for you...your family just moved out of the motel. But I promise you, it'll be alright," Will said, though he had no idea how he was going to make that promise come true. Blaine crouched down to pick up the pieces of a broken vase but when his fingers touched it, the pieces merged together once more. He leapt back.
"Mr. Schue, did you see?" He started. Will nodded and made his way over, he'd seen it all. Blaine touched a broken desk and it repaired itself as well. He pressed his fingers to a cut on his palm...nothing happened. Blaine and Artie shared a look.
"I've been doing a bit of research, and of course my now boosted IQ helps...but it looks like Blaine has the ability to repair broken inanimate objects," Arite mused. Kurt took his boyfriend's hand. Will walked over to Emma.
"See what I mean? It's taken it's toll on them," Will whispered. Emma noddd.
"They need you now more than ever, Will," she said and kissed his cheek.
She was right, though. They needed him as a mentor, a leader and a shoulder to cry on.
