A/N: So I might have been procrastinating on this story a bit :P I did write a couple one shots this week if you want to go check them out. Anyhoo, I was on a roll with this story today. Unfortunately for you guys, I tend to write my stories insanely out of order, so I wrote a ton of the end rather than what happens next chronologically, which means that I'm no closer to updating the next chapter. On the bright side, the ending's looking good for when we get there.
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"Are you feeling better?" Will asked the next morning as he joined Emma in the kitchen.
Emma was preparing a pot of cream-of-wheat on the stove. She turned at the sound of Will's voice, smiling as she answered. "Yes, much better. Thanks for taking care of me."
"My pleasure," he answered, sitting down at the table. He was growing accustomed to the fact that Emma didn't like help in the kitchen, and instead of feeling guilty and idle, he now managed to convince himself that he was actually doing her a favor.
"Oh, I'm sure it was the thrill of your life cleaning up after a vomiting wreck…" Emma told him, spooning the cream-of-wheat neatly into two bowls.
"You'd be surprised," Will told her, automatically standing to help her carry the hot bowls to the table. "I enjoy doing anything with you, Em."
Her cheeks colored slightly. She wasn't sure when he had started calling her 'Em' but she decided she liked it. "What would you like in your cream-of-wheat? I have cinnamon, sugar, and vanilla soy milk."
"What are you having?" Will asked her, trying to remember the last time he had actually eaten cream-of-wheat. Terri had never been big on preparing hot breakfasts.
"I usually just use soy milk and a bit of cinnamon," she told him, pulling the milk from the fridge and the cinnamon out of the spice cabinet.
"I'll have the same," Will said as Emma joined him. She poured the milk into her bowl, stirred it, and then delicately added a pinch of cinnamon.
Will smiled, imitating her technique. He took a bite, thoughtfully swallowing the warm breakfast cereal. "This is really good, Em."
"Really? It's nothing special, really, but I'm glad you like it." She took a bite from her own bowl, enjoying the warm meal. "You have Glee after school today, right?"
"Yeah, it's Thursday," Will nodded, taking another scoop of cream-of-wheat.
"You don't sound too thrilled about it…" Emma looked up to catch his gaze. Glee was his usually his outlet, and Emma knew how much it meant to him.
"It's just been tough recently—no one's that into it anymore. Those three—Puck, Quinn, and Finn—I don't know if they'll ever be able to function as a team again."
"They did at Sectionals," Emma reminded him, taking the bowls into the kitchen once they both had finished.
"I know—and I'm trying to keep reminding them how great they were, but the more time that passes, the more they seem to be falling apart again," Will sighed, watching Emma intently scrub the bowls before placing them in the dishwasher.
"I have an idea," Emma said suddenly, neatly placing the dish detergent packet into its designated spot.
Will looked up in interest, suddenly reminded of all the times that he had gone to Emma for advice in the past.
"How about you split the kids up into groups, you know, sort of like when you did the girls versus the boys? Except this time, you could do three groups, making sure Puck, Quinn, and Finn are all in separate groups. Then have them each prepare their own numbers, and hopefully, without the distractions of the others, they'll be able to come up with something great."
"That's a great idea, Emma," Will told her, feeling a lot more excited about Glee practice as he said the words. "Do you want to help me come up with the groups? I think we still have enough time before I have to leave…"
"I'd love to help," Emma told him, grapping a pen and a pad of from the kitchen drawer. She sat down next to him, spreading the paper out in front of her. "First, we need a list of all the kids. Finn, Quinn, and Puck," she said aloud as she wrote them down.
"Then Rachel, Mercedes, Kurt," Will added, watching as she neatly wrote each name.
"Mike, Matt, Santana, and Brittany," Emma continued.
"And lastly, Artie and Tina," Will finished.
Emma nodded, looking pleased with her neat list. "There are twelve kids, so if we're going to divide them into three groups, that will put four kids in each group…is that too small, Will?"
"No, I think it will work nicely, actually. A lot of the kids usually do a lot of background singing, so I think it will be a nice opportunity for them to get up and do a big part," Will told her, watching as she began to divide a separate sheet of paper into four segments.
"There," she said when she was done. "I was thinking, since we're already splitting up Quinn, Finn, and Puck, why not split up the other kids, too? You know, put the cheerleaders and football players in different groups so they could interact with kids they don't usually hang out with? But it's ultimately your choice," Emma told him.
"I like that idea," Will agree, looking at the list. "So where should we start?"
"Well, let's put Quinn, Finn, and Puck each in separate group first." She wrote down each of their respective names. "Okay," she looked down at the list. "Let's put Brittany with Puck's group…"
"And Mike can be in Quinn's group, and let's put Santana with Finn," Will told her. She wrote each name down on the list, and then neatly crossed out the names they had already used.
"Okay..." Emma bit down on her lip in concentration. Will couldn't help but to think how beautiful she was, the thought causing a small smile to tug at his lips. "Let's put—what are you grinning at?"
"Just thinking about how gorgeous you look this morning," he told her, not at all surprised when he saw the blush creep to her cheeks.
She mumbled something unintelligible, the blush deepening. Then she composed herself, saying, "If my beauty isn't too distracting, let's finish this list. Unless you want to be late…" she trailed off as he approached her, leaning over the table so that their faces were only inches apart.
He chuckled at her remark, his face now so close to hers that he could feel his own breath bounce back at him as it ricocheted off her face. "I'm much too distracted right now to care about something as trivial as being timely."
She closed her eyes as his lips touched hers. As always, they were soft and gentle, and she could taste the cinnamon from the cream-of-wheat in his breath. Usually, the thought of exchanging breakfast remnants through saliva would've repulsed Emma, but for some reason, the cinnamon flavor in Will's breath was only making her want more.
She deepened the kiss, feeling Will eagerly lean closer. She felt his tongue skim her lips, and a shiver went up her spine as she dared to slightly part her lips. As Will leaned forward even further, Emma felt the chair she was sitting on wobble beneath her.
"Wil—"she tried to speak with her lips pressed against his, but the words came too late. The chair toppled over, causing the pair to come crashing to floor.
The pair burst into sudden laughter as Will tried to pull his body off of Emma, but he was laughing so hard that he lost his balance as soon as he tried.
"Em…are you…okay?" he managed to sputter through the relentless laughter.
"I…think…so," Emma tried to catch her breath, feeling tears sprout from the corners of her eyes. "Other than the fact that you're squishing me."
"Am I that heavy?" Will asked her, sarcasm lining his words. He was supporting most of his weight on his right elbow, so he knew that Emma was not entirely crushed beneath him.
"You might need to lose a few pounds," Emma joked, tracing his biceps through the sleeves of his shirt.
"And I think you might need to gain some," he smiled, easily scooping her small body up in his arms.
She let out a shriek as he lifted her from the ground, carrying her bridal style. "Put me down!"
"Make me," he grinned, spinning her around, which only caused her to howl all the more.
She flailed her arms and legs, but Will held her tightly in his grasp a moment longer before placing her gently back on the floor. She smoothed her skirt, taking in a deep breath to compose herself. She glanced up, her eyes catching Will's mischievous grin.
She glared at him.
"I do believe that's my cue to leave," he told her, picking up his brief case and the paper with the unfinished groups off the kitchen table. "But not before I do this."
Will leant in to give her another kiss, biting softly at her lips before pulling away. And before she could say another word, he disappeared out the door.
***
Puck didn't mind waiting for his turn in the bathroom. In fact, most mornings, Quinn left the door cracked open slightly as she carefully did her makeup and hair, and Puck couldn't help but to watch silently from the hallway.
She was so beautiful, Puck decided. Of course, he had always thought this, which is why he had screwed her in the first place. But as he looked at her this morning, noticing the way her soft blonde hair fell gently to her shoulders and the way her stomach curved ever so slightly with her, no, their, child, Puck saw a beauty that was much deeper than the sexy blonde cheerleader he had always seen her as.
Without warning, Quinn's face quickly paled, and before Puck could even comprehend this, she fell to her knees, lifting open the toilet lid as she vomited.
Puck pushed open the door, dropping to her side before he could stop himself. He gently pulled her hair back as he had seen his mother do with his little sister in the past. He waited patiently as she emptied the contents of her stomach. When she finished, he handed her a Kleenex to wipe so she could wipe her mouth.
"Thanks, Puck," she managed to mutter as she shakily rose to her feet. "You didn't have to do that."
"I know," he told her, gently grabbing her arm so she wouldn't fall over. "Do you want to stay home from school today?"
"No," Quinn told him, then smiling weakly. "I'm used to this…of course, I did think my morning sickness would be over by now. It's supposed to end after the first trimester, and I'm already at fourteen weeks."
"I'm going to pretend I understood that," he told her, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"I forgot you don't speak pregnancy," Quinn told him. "I can't really blame you though. Let's just say the internet's been becoming my best friend ever since…this happened." Here, Puck looked at her guiltily, and Quinn quickly continued before their memories could have a chance to return to that fateful night. "Anyway, I'm about four months pregnant now, and the first three months is considered that first trimester, which is when most women get the most morning sickness. I'm just a little pissed it's lasting this long…"
"Is it…normal to have it this long…I mean, should we see a doctor or anything?" Puck was beginning to wonder if he should start looking this stuff up online as well.
Quinn laughed in spite of herself, finding his sudden concern to be adorable. "It's certainly not unheard of, and Puck, I promise, if it gets any worse, we'll go see a doctor. And since when have you started caring this much?" Sure, Puck had been supportive throughout the pregnancy and had even offered to pay the doctor's bill when Finn couldn't, but his sweetness and concern had been over the top recently, especially since she had moved in.
"Quinn," he told her, the honesty evident in his voice. "I care about you. I really do. Like, I really care about you and not in a way that I just want to screw you or something."
For Puck, that was about most sincere thing he could've told her, so Quinn answered with a response that matched his sincerity. "Puck, I think you're going to make a great dad."
A/N: So this chapter turned out a lot differently than I planned it too, but I think it worked out for the better. Who doesn't love some Wemma fluff? :P
So some questions for you:
Puck does have a little sister, right? Do we know what her name is and approximately how old she is?
The kids were (sort of) divided into groups this chapter. This is the part I'm bad at, choosing songs for them to sing. Though I'm not sure how much I will actually incorporate the actual singing in my story, I do want to have songs picked out just to make my story more authentic. What songs would you like to see each group sing?
Even though Will and Emma don't know this yet, this is how the groups will turn out:
Puck, Brittany, Kurt, Tina
Quinn, Mike, Mercedes, Artie
Finn, Santana, Matt, Rachel
Hope that helps a little...
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