Will was anxious.

There was no reason to be, and he chastised himself to snap out of it immediately. It was only Emma stopping by. You invited her, for Pete's sake.

After another crazy and somewhat unfulfilling teaching day, he looked forward to settling in with the New Directions and going through possible songs for the upcoming Sectionals, but for the last half hour he couldn't escape the teenage rowdiness and yelled at them to concentrate.

"Guys!" he boomed, frustrated at their inattentiveness. "Can we have more listening and less talking, please?" He didn't need this today, not with Emma visiting the choir room. She didn't know it yet, but Will had planned a special New Directions performance especially for her. The chatter died down and all eyes were on their vested leader.

"Chill, Mr Schue," piped up Noah Puckerman, Glee Club's stereotypical bad boy. "You've been busting everyone's rump all day. What's got your tie twisted?" Puck sniggered, giving Finn a playful punch in the arm.

"Leave Mr Schue alone; he's right, all we've been doing this lesson is mucking around. Now, let's get back on track," Rachel smiled, pulling a piece of paper out of her book bag and adjusting her sitting position. She took a deep breath and continued. "I've come up with some fan-"

"I know why Mr Schue's uptight," Santana chimed in, cutting off Rachel and grinning smugly at the Glee coach.

Will gave a look of 'I give up' and put his hands on his hips, waiting for a doozy of a response that would be sure to embarrass him. These teenagers knew more about his love life than he ever intended.

"Seriously, if you think Miss Pillsbury is going to leave the hottest dentist in all of Lima, no wait, Ohio, for you," Santana scoffed, eyeballing his boring vest and tie, "then you should be thinking of a better way to win her back than having us put on a dinky performance in the choir room."

"Dr Howell really is hot Mr Schue," Brittany confirmed Santana's comment. "And he's an animal lover. That just screams 'keeper'. Once, he gave me this box of string for Lord Tubbington to play with."

"That would have been dental floss," Mercedes interjected with her usual sass, rolling her eyes at the ponytailed blond.

"Oh, I wondered why my cat smelled like Christmas candy canes," replied a confused Brittany, scratching her head.

"Whoa, back it up here, I'm not trying to win anyone back," he stated firmly, and he hoped, convincingly. Frankly, yes, an ulterior motive did exist. Screw Carl. If he couldn't remember his own girlfriend's birthday, Will sure as hellfire would take the opportunity and run with it, along with some justifiable sweet revenge.

"It's Miss Pillsbury's birthday today and she's been so supportive of you guys and Glee Club, I thought it would be nice to sing the songs we've been working on for the last few sessions for her, and it also ties in with our theme for this week." Will pulled out a Magic Marker and wrote in capital letters on the white board, turning around with wild enthusiasm. "Celebration!"

Kurt brought a finger to his lips, tapping away. "In other words, this week's real theme is Miss Pillsbury and your attempts at getting her back through song?"

Will gave up, letting out an exasperated sigh and squeezed the back of his head. "Guilty."

"Hey, I'm down with it," Sam raised his hand.

"Same!" Artie and Tina chimed in together.

"Don't worry Mr Schue," Quinn stood up, her blond hair held back by a pink headband which matched her cardigan and striped dress, "we'll take care of everything."

"Fine. I'm in. But only because I look forward to Dr Howell beating you up when he finds out," stated Santana, pleased with herself. She enjoyed having one over her teachers, especially Mr Schuester.

"Right! Positions everyone," Rachel called out, clapping her hands together. Finn gave Rachel a wink and headed over to the drum set, flipping a stick in the air.

"Miss Pillsbury should be here any moment. Now – just like we've practised," reminded an uneasy Will, certain that with his real intentions coming to light, it would backfire in the worst possible way.