Chapter 4
Sick / Sweat shirt / Soft Kitty / I can't come up with a good name for this one /
It all started that weekend.
The pet names, the sharing of clothing, the routines and the rituals. All of it.
Will would wake up before Emma, to both of their surprise, and play with her hair until she woke up minutes later. After she woke up, they would kiss and say good morning, deciding that moment whether they would stay in bed all day or get up and get things accomplished.
"Why don't you just move in?" Will asked Emma one day while she was taking a shower and he was changing.
Emma peaked her head out the door, leaving the shower still running, a towel hastily thrown around her body. "What?"
"I mean, you're already here. And you're so comfortable here. We work so well together." Will said, turning around to look at her adorably peaking her head out the bathroom door. "Plus, I don't know if I can sleep without you." He added, walking towards her, forgetting she was in the middle of a shower.
"I don't think I can sleep without you either." Emma said sincerely, looking Will right in his green eyes. "Can I finish my shower? Then we talk about this some more, okay?" Emma kissed his lips tenderly before going back to her shower, the hot steam floating up just like her thoughts.
Emma walked out of the bathroom, and saw Will sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed.
"Will, baby, why are you shoes on?" Emma asked, giggling.
"My shoes are on?" Will asked, fumbling to look at his feet. "Oh. Sorry, I um, I do weird things like that when I'm nervous."
"It's okay, let's get these off of you okay?" Will looked down at Emma from his spot on the bed and smiled weakly at her. He felt like a 5 year old caught running outside to play in the rain.
"Will, tonight I'm going back to my place" Emma told Will after putting his shoes in the closet.
"But, why?"
"I, I just want to, um, see if-if I would be making the right decision. By um by moving in with you." Emma stumbled along to create a coherent sentence.
"But you know it would be Em." Will stated, moving closer to Emma.
"Yes, but I just want to be sure. Will, let me to this. If you're so confident I will come back, you should have no fear." Emma said, placing her hand on his face as he did to her. "If you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it was meant to be."
Will groaned, and let his forehead touch hers "You're right."
"Of course I am." Emma said, and they both laughed before Will passionately kiss her.
"Em, I think I'm sick."
"Are you just kidding or are you really sick?"
It was Monday night and the second night Will and Emma spent apart from each other. Will seemed fine earlier today at school, just a slight case of the sniffles and sneezes. But it was November, and Emma knew from previously years at McKinley that fall was cold and flu season.
"I'm really sick." Emma heard Will blow his nose on the other side of the line and shivered.
"Do you want me to come over with some movies and make you some soup?"
Will's eyes where tearing up, either from Emma's compassion or the 4 tablespoons of Nyquil he toke when he got home, and he was afraid this emotion would show in his voice. "I don't want to get you sick but," He sniffled, "I'd really like that."
"Okay, I'll be over in a bit."
"Oh Em, wait. Do you know what happened to my gray sweatshirt?"
"Um, no no I don't think I do. But I'll look for it for you when I get there."
The doorbell rang 15 minutes later.
"Who is it?" Will asked playfully.
"Emma."
"Emma who?"
"Emma Pillsbury. Your girlfriend."
"That Emma Pillsbury, right." Will added and they both laughed.
"Open the door and let me in you sick dork."
After Will responded with an 'okay' and opened the door, Emma's jaw dropped.
"Will, I think you forgot something."
"What would that be?" Will asked with lust.
"Your pants mister Schuester" Emma responded, pulling on the hem of his pink boxers with flying pigs on them.
Will growled deep in his throat, "Miss Pillsbury, would you like to join me on the couch or do you prefer the bedroom?"
"The couch seems like a nice place to start the evening"
"What movies did you get?" Will asked as they sat down.
"Some to make you laugh" Emma said, grabbing Will's nose with her fingers and giving it a tiny shake and a pull. "I got Dinner for Schmucks, Easy A, The Hangover, The Mask, and Yes Man. Which one do you want to start with?"
"You know, I hope I never end up like that. A hermit who's greatest joy in life is making stuffed rats." Will said, as the beginning to Dinner for Schmucks rolled across the screen and Will rolled his fingers back and forth over the sweatshirt Emma was wearing.
"I think he seems content with his life. And you won't be a hermit, Will. I won't let you."
"Really?" Will asked, shocked.
"Yeah, really."
"Hey, is that my sweatshirt?"
"Found it!" Emma faked surprise and laughed at Will's cluelessness.
"When did you take it?"
"Saturday. When you where in the shower."
"Wow. I didn't even realize."
"I know, I was staring to wonder when you'd notice. Shh now, this is the good part!"
"You've seen this before?"
"Yes, Will. They are my DVDs. Are you okay? How much Nyquil did you take?"
"I don't know, like, 4 tablespoons."
"Will! That's way too much!"
"Em, I'll be fine. I thought you said this was the good part."
"Okay, I guess it's not that bad." Emma said, surrendering and snuggling deeper into Will's chest.
"Part 4; How I, Olive Penderghast went from assumed trollop to actual home wreaker"
"How many times have you seen this movie?" Will asked Emma, who was dosing off, when they got to the last movie in the stack of DVD's she brought over.
"Um, I don't know, a few times I guess."
"Did you ever think that this couple was like us? Or how we could be? Besides the cheating, of course."
Emma looked at the tv screen, rubbing her eyes to help her wake up from her slight nap.
"I mean, there's a guidance consoler who's a woman, and a teacher who's good with the students and they're in love."
"Yeah, I guess they sort of are. But I don't want it to be us," Emma sat up and looked Will in the eyes.
"Why not?"
"Because they break up." Emma whispered against Will's lips before she kissed him, forgetting about germs and sickness. Will played with Emma's sweat shirt and remembered it was his sweatshirt and his jeans got tighter. "Can I have my sweat shirt back now?" Will asked.
"You're going to have to get it yourself." Emma demanded and Will growled deep in his throat.
"You'll be the death of me Em."
"I hope not." She added sarcastically. "Who would be there to love me?"
Will grunted and Emma shoved her hips into his own, "I'm sure a lot of men would sweetie."
"It wouldn't matter."
"Why not?" Will asked quizzically
"Because none of them would be you."
It was Emma's turn to grunt in satisfaction as she felt Will's hard-on lay itself on her body, making it feel like her whole body was filled with need.
"Will, I need you."
"Emma wait." Will gently pushed Emma off his body as he sat up "I don't want to do this," He sneezed, and Emma remembered the germs. "tonight. I don't want to get you sick and it's way to early in our relationship to do..that. I'm sorry Em."
"No, I'm glad you stopped us. I don't know what got into me, I'm sorry Will."
"Hey, how about we both stop being sorry and go to bed? You can sing soft kitty to me." Will proposed.
"Soft what?" Emma asked, surprised.
"Soft kitty. You know, Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur." Will sang, to help jog Emma's memory.
"Oh. Well, I guess the situation calls for it." Emma stood up and grabbed Will's hand, pulling him up with her. "Let's get some Vicks on your chest to help you breathe and then I'll sing soft kitty to you, okay?"
"Kay." Will said, obediently following Emma's instructions starting to fall asleep himself. "I love you."
"I love you too, soft kitty."
oh my god why do I seemingly love dialogue so much.
I was watching the Big Bang Theory (the one where Penny broke her arm and had to go to the ER with Sheldon because she didn't have rubber ducks in her bath tub) and I had the idea to include Soft Kitty in this chapter. And some smut. Gotta love it.