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PLEASE R&R!
I hopr this isn't tooooooo short...


"Who..." Artie dragged, trying to boost himself up from the chair.
"Get up," the third voice hissed.
The glee club stared as two figures stood up, hardly surprising the club.
"What are you staring at," Brittney asked, next to Santana.


Emma watched happily, as Will left her office as the bell signiled for luch to end. God, she was going to the dance.
WITH HIM!

There was only 1 person who
could ruin her good mood.
Of course, he choose that moment to call her.
"Where did you go last night?" Carl asked, really sounding sober, for once.
"I-I had to go. I didn't feel so well," EMma said nervously, her stomach churning from the way he seemed to threaten her through the phone.
"Well, I was waiting for you up in the bedroom," Carl growled, "I was going to make it up to you."
"I-it was late, I wanted to go home," she whispered.
"Whatever. Can you make it tonight?" Carl said, sounding bored.
"No..no, I can't. We have a..a..a um a faculty dinner until 10:30, and we have them the rest of the week. So I can't. Bye," Emma hung up the phone, smirking at her cover up. But she knew the consequesnces, but she was going to enjoy her night with Will in a few days.

Emma 1, Carl 20-something.


Will whistled as her walked down the hallway. He was overjoyed that Emma had actually said yes!
He hadn't expected her to say no, but she had been acting pretty strange lately. She seemed sad, and quiet, and...
un-Emma.
He tried to rember when it had started, but he just remembered her being happy with him, then happy with Carl , and then...
Carl.
No, he couldn't be bringing her down. He was a dentist, after all. He was rich, and bold, a a good man. But Will had to admit, he was jealous of Carl. He had the one thing Will wanted.
Emma.
His Emma.
The beautiful, considerate, quirky, red-haired guidance counsler.
Emma... she was perfect and she was...
"Sue?" Wll asked calmly, venturing into the choir room, and seeing Sue crouched down behind the piano, with Britney and Santana standing up next to her, "What," Will said calmly, "Is GOING ON?"
"Hello Schuester," Sue dawled, "I was just checking in on your dumb little club, so if you'll excuse me, I have to go... go, uh..annoy that perky red-headed girlfriend of yours."
"Sue," Will said, clenching his teeth, "Emma isn't my girlfriend."
Not Yet.