I'm so sorry I haven't uploaded in soooooooo long!!!!!!!!! But I've had rehearsal and school and homework and NO time to write!! But I have time now!!!!!!! So expect more chapters up soon!! :0)
Emma woke up the next morning to the sound of running water. Will was taking a shower...in her bathroom...
"Oh, God," she whispered. Her dreams last night had been more revolved around Will than they had ever been before. Wait...Will was taking a shower, which meant that he had to walk through her room...while she was sleeping. She hoped she didn't snore.
She got up and went to make her lunch: a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, as usual. She went ahead and made Will one, too. Just in case. She was so busy making and packing the lunches that she neglected to hear the water in her bathroom turn off. As she walked back towards her bedroom to get dressed, clearly not paying attention to where she was going, she ran into a once again shirtless(not to mention rather damp) Will. Emma felt like she was going to faint on the spot.
"Oh my gosh, Emma! I'm so sorry!" Will said quickly.
"No, don't...don't worry about it. At least, uh, at least you were clean," Emma laughed. She knew if Will was going to continue living with her, she would have to get over the shock of seeing him shirtless all the time. If she didn't get over it, she'd never get anywhere in this relationship...if that's what it was. "Um, I made you lunch. PB&J." She smiled, trying her hardest to concentrate on his face.
"Aw, Em, you didn't have to do that," Will said, smiling and hugging her once again. Emma quietly inhaled his scent...he smelled even better when it was fresh on his skin, not through his shirt. She smiled and released herself from his grip.
"I know," she replied, walking into her bedroom to get dressed.
While Emma was getting dressed, Will quickly searched for a small piece of paper for HIS surprise for Emma. Once he had done that, he made sure to clean his hands before carefully placing it in her lunchbox and getting dressed himself.
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Rachel purposefully avoided Finn as much as she could that day. It was Friday, but Mr. Schuester had scheduled and extra Glee practice to smooth out a few rough patches in their dancing. She had already contemplated not going. but she knew that would be unwise on her part. Becoming a star sometimes meant having to work with people you don't like or people that you loved but completely screwed up your chances with. Either way, she knew she had to go to rehearsal.
But that was the end of the day. she had to worry about the rest of the day first. Finn was in two of her classes, not including lunch. She had Spanish with him second period and science with him fourth period. Rachel ran a hand through her hair. This was going to be a long day.
To Rachel's relief, second period wasn't so bad. Finn sits on the other side of the room and Mr. Shue didn't pair them up for group work, thankfully. She noticed a difference in Mr. Shue's attitude, though. He seemed...happier than usual. Happier than when he was doing Acafellas, even. She was glad; a happy Mr. Schuester meant an easy rehearsal. She wouldn't have to do much with Finn.
She usually saw Finn every day on the way to fourth period, so she purposefully avoided the hallways down which she usually walked. Because of this, she was almost late to class.
"Nice for you to join us, Rachel," the teacher said sarcastically. Rachel looked around the room and her heart sank. They were doing a lab(with partners) and he only person left without a partner was Finn. She sighed and walked over to his table. He smiled at her, which she returned with a frown. He was simply putting on an act that Rachel would NOT fall for. Reluctantly, she took a seat next to him.
"Hey Rachel," he said.
"Hello," she said, a slight annoyance in her voice, not looking at Finn. She knew if she did, she would fall into his trap of those big brown eyes. She took a pencil out of her bookbag. "So what's the lab on?"
"Um...I don't actually know. I wasn't really paying attention. I was just hoping my partner would tell me..."
Rachel huffed and turned around to the group behind them to ask about the lab. Finn looked around the room until his eyes drifter toward Rachel. Why had she blown her chances with him? Did she really NOT like him? He longed just to reach out and play with her hair...it was so soft every time it came in contact with him. But he couldn't like Rachel...not in the "like like" sort of way, anyway. She was his friend. He had Quinn. That was the way it was supposed to be.
Rachel turned around in a hurry and didn't say a word to him as she finished the lab. Finn was simply left to copy her answers, which gave him plenty of time to think.
He was desperate to talk to Rachel about last night. Why had she refused his offer? Did she not find him cute anymore? He certainly thought she had a hot body, and was reminded by a rather uncomfortable feeling every time he looked at her...and her short skirts. In fact, he noticed he was having that feeling right now, just thinking about her body...and that one low-cut shirt that she wore to school the other day. He thought about Quinn to get his mind off Rachel...and her butt. Who was he kidding? He couldn't leave Quinn. No...the only way he could go after Rachel is if Quinn broke up with him. But still...Quinn couldn't keep them from talking. Lunch was next period. He knew exactly where she sat, and she HAD to talk to him if he ambushed her. The bell rang and Rachel got up from her seat and was the first one out the door. She had already packed up? Why was she afraid to talk to him?
He walked into the lunchroom and scanned the tables for Rachel. He figured it would be a good idea to think about the mailman before he went to talk to her...just in case. He did so while he was getting his lunch, formulating a plan.
First, he would ask to sit down and eat lunch with her. She would ask why. He would tell her that...wait...where was she? Why wasn't she at her seat? He saw Kurt on his way to the bathroom and ran over to meet him.
"Hey! Kurt!" he called. The boy turned around immediately. Finn saw his eyes light up as soon as he saw who was calling him, but Finn habitually ignored it. "Kurt, have you seen Rachel?"
Kurt's face fell. "Oh...Rachel...right. I think I saw her leaving the cafeteria. I don't know where she was going, though."
Finn sighed. "Oh...ok...thanks Kurt. I'll see you later," he said and walked back to sit at the table with his football friends. Kurt watched him the whole way before finally going into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror wondering why Finn simply wouldn't like him. And then he remembered Rachel's comment after he had tried to get Finn to not like Rachel: "If I were 2nd or if I were 50th, I'd still be ahead of you because I'm a girl!" Kurt sighed. That's right...Finn was straight. But was there time to change him? Kurt began wondering...maybe if he could show Finn how horrible girls were...could he make Finn at least consider turning...gay?
