A/N: I am a horrible, horrible, horrible person. I am so, so, SO sorry about leaving this story hanging for, what, four months? I'm SO sorry! I have no excuse other than the school musical driving me crazy, drivers ed classes everyday after school, marching band after school, band and chorus concerts, and a ridiculous amount of end of the school year homework. Add to that never being home on the weekends and you get a very, very, very long gap in updates. I'm sorry! I don't blame you if you forgot and/or don't care about this story anymore. I suck :(
On the bright side, it's summer vacation! You know what that means? Free time to write and UPDATE things! There's two chapters left in this story and I promise to update tomorrow and Wednesday (maybe Thursday) or possibly sooner. Also, the formatting got all screwed up in the first eight chapters (blame fanfiction) so I'm sorry if you're new to this story and it was confusing to read. I'll probably go back and fix it..eventually.
Lastly, since this has all obviously been written before the back 9, nothing after Sectionals happened. Jesse doesn't exist in this story and neither does Shelby. Emma didn't call Will a slut in front of everyone and Sue didn't have any Physical duets with Olivia Newton John. I think you get my point. Sorry again for the huge delay, I hope you can find it within yourselves to forgive me. Oh, and please review!
Disclaimer: Glee isn't mine!
Will sighed, and opened his car door. It was a dreary, rainy morning, matching his mood.
Emma had refused to talk to him all weekend long, and there was nothing that Will could do about it. He'd called her and left her one too many voicemails, since she wouldn't pick up. He had even spent most of Saturday sitting outside her apartment talking to the door and hoping that she was listening.
If she would just talk to him, he knew that he could fix this. But she was avoiding him like he had the plague, and with her germophobia, that was really saying a lot.
On Sunday, he had spent the day driving around her block, trying to think of ways to get her to talk to him. She wouldn't open the door, she wouldn't take his calls, and she wouldn't even answer his emails. He didn't know what to do. He'd never been in such a horrible situation before.
That was why he was ecstatic that it was Monday. He knew that Emma would be at school...she didn't miss work unless she was deathly ill or had to briefly leave to get a few disinfectant showers (like that time when Kurt puked on her). Other than that, Will knew that Emma would be there.
There was only so much avoiding she could do in school.
His first stop when he entered the building was the guidance office. Emma wasn't there yet, as the light was off and door firmly shut. Well, she wasn't there yet or she was sitting in the dark hoping that he'd go away. But he was betting on the former.
Sighing once again and feeling hopeless, Will trudged down the hallway towards his Spanish room. After dumping his lesson plans and things on his desk, he headed to the Choir room to put some new music selections away. After he finished with that, he decided to make another trip to the guidance office.
This time the light was on and the door was open, but Emma was nowhere to be seen. Will walked in the office, and the familiar smell of Lysol comforted some of his worries. At least she was here, and that meant that at least he'd have a chance to talk to her.
The bell rang, and Will reluctantly turned to leave the office. He really wished that he didn't have a class first period.
"Do you know what you have to do?"
Kurt nodded. "I do."
Somehow, Rachel had managed to get the entire scoop on what was happening with Miss Pillsbury and Mr. Schue. She had explained all of the details to Kurt via text message last night, and he had done the same thing for Artie and Mercedes, who had passed along the information to almost everyone else. How Rachel found out about what went down at the restaurant with their teachers, Kurt didn't know, but he was glad. It made his job a whole lot easier.
"So who's after me?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Mercedes and then Artie." Rachel said. "Then me and Finn and Brittany."
"Brittany?" Kurt raised his perfectly shaped eyebrows. "Are you sure that's smart?"
"After we all leave subtle hints, Brittany's blatant obviousness should work perfectly." Rachel explained. "This is going to work. I just know it."
"And what if Mr. Schue finds out?"
"What's there to find out?" Rachel asked innocently. "We're just a bunch of Glee kids with emotional issues. There's nothing strange about that." She smiled mischievously at Kurt, and he returned it. The bell rang then, telling them to get to class.
"Remember," Rachel called over her shoulder as she walked away. "Don't be too obvious."
"I know what I'm doing." Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're the one who should make sure not to be too obvious." But Rachel had already disappeared around a corner and didn't hear him.
Too bad Terri Schuester did.
"We have a problem!" Terri exclaimed, nearly sprinting into the office she now shared with Sue. Said coach was sitting at her desk writing in her journal and didn't even bother to look up.
"Did you hear me?" Terri spat. "I said that we have a problem. A major problem. The Glee kids are onto us."
This caught Sue's attention. "No, they aren't." She said easily.
"Uh, yes, they are." Terri crossed her arms and began pacing around the office. It seemed that she had been doing a lot of pacing lately. Well, she thought, it's good for my butt muscles.
"What did you hear?" Sue was staring at Terri with complete interest now. There was no way she was letting her plan be foiled by some meddling kids.
"Rachel and that gay boy, what's-his-name," Terri waved her arm, saying that it wasn't important. "They were talking about some plan and what if Mr. Schue finds out?" Terri imitated Kurt with a high squeaky voice that didn't sound like him at all.
Sue leaned back in her chair, instantly relaxing. She looked at Terri and raised one eyebrow. "It's nothing to be concerned about."
Terri was about to argue, but Sue held up a hand so shut her up.
"There's a few things you need to learn about teenagers." She said. "They aren't smart. And even if they are smart, their hormones get in the way. How do you think Quinn let herself get knocked up? She was head cheerleader and I have to say that the girl had a future ahead of her." Sue's voice turned dark. "I still can't believe she turned her back on the Cheerios and—,"
"Didn't you kick her out?" Terri interrupted.
Sue glared. "Yes, I did, because I can't have a knocked up girl doing backhand springs in front of judges!"
Terri nodded and muttered, "Alright, no need to yell."
"Anyway," Sue continued. "My point is that the only thing teenagers think about is sex. Sex this, sex that, sex everything. They look at a pencil sharpener and they think of sex. There's no reason to worry about Rachel and gay kid. They're probably just having sex."
Terri looked slightly perturbed, but then shrugged her shoulders. "I just don't want to underestimate them."
"I disagree." Sue said. "I say we ignore them and focus on the mission."
"Yeah, yeah. The mission. Whatever."
Kurt glanced at himself in the mirror one last time, making sure that his hair still looked good even though he was playing the part of a distraught geek. He practiced his expression, first being near tears, second was explaining the story, and the last one was oh, thank you Miss Pillsbury, you helped me so much.
With one last glance in the mirror, Kurt gathered up his books and glanced as his very stylish watch. He'd gotten a pass to go see Miss Pillsbury from his first period teacher almost ten minutes ago, but instead of going straight to the guidance office he had decided to prep himself in the bathroom. He felt confident and, with a flourish, left the bathroom and walked easily down the hall.
He took a deep breath and got in character, then knocked twice on Emma's door.
"Come on in." Her usually cheery voice called. She didn't sound all that sunny and happy today, though. Kurt knew with one glance at the woman that she was going through some relationship issues. He, Kurt, knew enough about that...especially unrequited love...
Blinking, Kurt refocused himself. This isn't about your issues, he thought, This is for the greater good. This is for Miss Pillsbury and Mr. Schue and, most importantly, Glee Club.
"Kurt," Emma smiled at him and motioned to the seat in front of her desk. "Please take a seat." When he did, she smiled at him and folded her hands on top of her desk. "So how are you doing today?"
"Not very well." He said, giving her his best upset kid look. It worked because her eyes instantly turned soft and motherly.
"What's wrong, honey?"
"I've just been having a bad day." Kurt thought it was time to try out the expressions he had been practicing in the bathroom, and gave her near tears. His eyes got glassy and he sniffled softly. "It's just that peer pressure is really hard to overcome and sometimes I feel like...like no one understands, you know?"
"I know." Emma said, and handed him a box of tissues. Kurt smiled internally. This is simple.
"And...I've been having some, um, relationship issues lately." He took a tissue and dabbed under his eyes.
"Kurt, you know that you should never make someone your everything, right?" She said softly. "Because if things don't work out you'll be crushed." Her eyes flashed sadly and Kurt had a feeling that she wasn't just talking about his fake issues.
"I know that...but sometimes you just can't help it."
An all new wave of sadness seemed to wash over Emma, and Kurt didn't miss it.
"This is just high school." Emma said, leaning towards Kurt and giving him a nurturing look. "You have your entire life ahead of you to find someone to be your everything. But until then, take it slow, okay? Be careful with your heart because it's not easy to put back together once it gets broken."
"That's really good advice." Kurt wasn't just acting when he said this, he honestly believed it. He filed that piece of advice away in the back of his mind, knowing that he would probably use it again someday.
"I'm glad I could help." Emma smiled.
"Actually...that really isn't my problem." He quickly backtracked. He was getting off topic and had to quickly get back to the game plan. He wasn't going to screw this up.
"Oh?" Emma looked surprised, but then shook her head. "Well why don't you tell me about it and I'll see if I can help?"
"I've been seeing this person for awhile." Kurt lied easily, and sniffled again, giving her his explaining the story expression. "But I'm not really sure where we stand. I mean, it's like we're dating...but not, you know? But that's not the real problem. The other day we planned to go see a movie and, well, they didn't show up." Kurt made his bottom lip tremble. "I found out that they were...with their ex."
Emma's eyes widened, and Kurt could tell that she was matching up the similarities between the story he had spun and her experience with Mr. Schue. Kurt had made his story nearly the same on purpose, and he knew that Mercedes and Artie both had too. Hopefully, by the time air-head Brittany came in here, Miss Pillsbury would have already realized what she needed to do.
Kurt wasn't sure what exactly that was, per se, but he knew he'd find out as soon as Emma gave her advice.
Currently, though, the guidance counselor looked a little lost for words.
Kurt sat quietly while Emma stared at him while not really seeing him. She blinked, then, and shook her head a little.
"Sorry," She mumbled, then refocused herself completely. "Well, Kurt, did you ask this person why they were with their ex?"
"No." He said. "I just assumed that they had gotten back together."
Again, Emma stiffened in her seat. Kurt knew that he was striking a nerve, and couldn't be happier. It was all to save Glee, right?
"You know that you should've asked before you jumped to any conclusions." Emma said in her best guidance counselor voice. "I think you should talk to this person and maybe the two of you can work it out. Just be honest, Kurt, that's how the best relationships are built."
That's when there was a knock on the door. Good timing, Mercedes! Kurt's mind shouted.
"Just give me a moment and I'll tell whoever it is to come back a little later, okay?" Emma had already risen from her desk and was halfway to the door when Kurt stopped her.
"Oh, no." He stood up. "You answered all of my questions and I feel a lot better now." He beamed at her, and she smiled back.
"I'm glad I could help."
"Thank you again, Miss P." Kurt moved towards the door, and Emma walked back to her seat. "I'm definitely going to follow your advice."
"You're welcome." She smiled and waved once as Kurt pulled the door open, revealing Mercedes.
The two Glee kids exchanged a look and Kurt gave Mercedes the tiniest of nods. They discreetly high-fived as Kurt left the office and Mercedes entered, shutting the door behind her.
"Hi, Mercedes." Emma smiled warmly. "How are you today?"
"Not very good." She said, shaking her head and plopping down in the chair Kurt had recently vacated. "Ya see, I've been having some boyfriend issues. We were goin shopping the other day and he said he'd meet me at the mall, in the food court, but he didn't show. I was worried and all until I saw him in Hollister with his ex. I don't wanna break up with him, but I am not dealing with no cheater. What should I do?"
Emma wondered the same thing.
