Enjoy!
A medium-length chapter! Hope you like the last one!
Oh, and I decided that i will include more of the glee kids, but not toooo much! I love Emma and Will to much!
But I will say, the Glee kids are smart. They will have a big role in saving Emma.

"You won't believe what she said, she was all like 'I have plans'! Something has to be going on! Right?" Rachel rambled as she paced back in forth at the Emergeny Glee Club Meeting.
She had called it right after she had talked to Emma. She'd called the peoplke who seemed to care:
Kurt
Mercedes
Finn
Quin
Tina
Artie
She had briefly considered calling Santana and Brittney, but well...
she didn't.
"Right," Kurt said, striding next to Rachel, "There simply cannot be nothing between them. There just can't. People don't just fall in love and... well, unfall in love. It never happens."
"We just have to do something," Rachel decided.
"And fast too," Mercedes said, "I don't like that Carl guy. He doesn't seem to love Ms. Pilsbury like Mr. Schue does. There's just somrthing off with him, ya know?"
"Yeah, it's like she's afraid of him or something," Tina spoke up.
"You don't think..." Finn loooked at Artie.
"No, he'd never hurt her, would he," Artie said.
"She's way to nice," Quin stated uncertainly.
"She has seemed really different, since she's beem dating him. Tired, sad, scared...," Rachel faded away, looking at Kurt, hoping he would reasure them all.
But he didn't.

"S-soooo...," Emma stated awkwardly as she glanced around her office, looking for a way out of this conversation.
"Um, is Figgins making you chaperone the Fall dance?" Will asked, opening his lunch.
"Yeah, it'll be you, me and Sue there, as well as the other parents," This isn't so bad, Emma thought, relieved.
Will sighed. "Sue. Well, there's strength in numbers? I mean, if we stayed close..."

Was he asking her to the dance?
The dance for the students?
As unhappy as she was and felt on the outside, inside she was secretly pleased with him on the inside.
"Well?" Will asked, jerking Emma out of her thoughts.
"What? Well what?" Emma asked, confused.
"Will. You. Go to the dance...
With me?" Will pleaded hopefully.
"Oh..." Emma was taken aback.
Will...
But Carl would never let her...
But he never had to know...
Emma started to smile, "Yes. Will. I'd love to attend the dance with you."
But if Carl found out, he would kill her.
For sure.
"Great!" A smile broke out on Will's face, he was grinning like a lucky schoolboy, "I'll pick you up at you place, at... 6:30?"
Emma started to smile to, she deserved this one happy time, right?
"I'd like that will. I'd really like that."

Oh, god. She was dead.

"No way," Kurt said.
"No way," echoed Quin.
"It wouldn't hurt to tell Mr. Schue, would it?" Rachel asked.
"Actually, it would," pepped Mercedes, "If he thinks we're trying to get him and Ms. pilsbury back together, he'll shoot us down instantly."
"Mercedes is right," Finn said standing to put his arm around rachel's shoulders, "We have to be discreet. We can't tell anyone. Not Mr. Schue, Ms. Pilsbury, and definatly not Brittney or Santana. They'll run to Coach Sylvester. And we can't have that."
"Did he just say my name," someone whispered behind the piano, though it was hardly a whisper.
"Shut up," another voice hissed, catching the attation of the entire glee club.
"Ladies, be quiet!" A third voice said.