A/N: Hello, I had originally started to write another chapter but then I got a PM request that I couldn't pass up. So you have 'Radical Bella' to thank for this lovely chapter.

WARNING: This chapter IS rated 'M' and there is a smut alert! Please, if there are any younger viewers please don't subject yourself to the smut.

Also, apart from 'Like A Virgin', this is the only smut I have ever written. I am going by what I have read in many, many wemma smut fics so I hope it doesn't suck too bad.

This chapter is directly connected to the other chapter 'Chalk' and there will be another chapter later on that is connected with this one.

What If: Emma did help Will clean the boys bathroom in 'Showmance.'

Will felt his heart sink as he peered into Emma's empty office. He fingered the small packet he held in his hand, looking around and wondered where could have gone.

Ever since last week in the science wing he couldn't get her or their kiss out of his mind. He felt guilt eating away at him; he never wanted to cheat on his wife. As soon as it happened however he felt himself craving more. Every time he saw the flash of red in the hallways his stomach flip flopped and his mind immediately drifted towards their brief kiss in the darkness of the science room.

When it happened Emma, to say the least, was shocked. So was he for that matter. Their eyes met and Emma excused herself without one word about what had happened. Their days continued like it had never happened but occasionally their eyes would meet and they knew that the other was remembering the moment.

It was Tuesday again and Will knew Emma would stay after for SAT prep and he knew he had to find someway to spend more time with her. He'd went to the store, telling Terri he was grocery shopping, and spent nearly fifteen minutes wandering up and down the cleaning supplies aisle searching for something, anything, that he could use to lure Emma into helping him again. He came across a box of disinfecting wipes and a lightbulb went off. He had been purposefully avoiding cleaning the boys bathroom in the science wing because he wasn't sure what he'd find in there. But with Emma;s help it'd be done sooner. Will grinned to himself and bought the box, suddenly looking forward to his after hours janitorial job.

Will turned away from Emma's office, walking down the hallway, searching for her. After scouring nearly every hallway on the first floor, he finally spotted the familiar flash of red. He grinned and headed down the hallway approaching Emma. His heart fluttered at the sight of her bending over the water fountain scrubbing the water spigot with a toothbrush. He didn't think it was possible for one person to be so adorable.

"Hey Emma." He called out to her, catching her attention and causing her to turn to him.

"Guess what?" He revealed the packet in the palm of his hand. "I found these new disinfecting bleach wipes. What do you say? Boy's bathroom in the science wing? Nine o'clock?" He raised an eyebrow seductively. The play flirting was obvious in his voice but the undertone of seriousness peeked its way through.

Emma bit her lip and eyed the packet he was waving through the air. It was like waving a piece of candy in front of a small child; soon enough, Emma wouldn't be able to resist.

"Will..." There was hesitation in her soft voice and Will knew he had to do something to convince her.

"I could really use your help, Em." He added her nickname for good measure, she always smiled a bit wider when he used it. He batted his eye lashes and sunk his body lower into a pout, "Please?"

With a sigh from her lips, he knew he had her. He grinned and waited for a confirmation.

"Alright Will." She agreed with a slight smile. "I'll see you tonight."

His grin widened and he resisted the tremendous urge to kiss her cheek. There were students and faculty around. He could not risk any word getting to Terri.

"See you tonight." Instead of a kiss, he reached out and brushed a hand over her upper arm. She tensed for a moment but soon relaxed and as he walked away he couldn't help but smirk at the dreamy look on her face.

Will found himself counting down the hours until nine o'clock. Throughout the last few classes, he was constantly glancing at the clock, acting more like one of his students than their teacher.

There wasn't even glee that afternoon so he couldn't have a distraction, something to help the time go faster. He had to go home, to Terri, his pregnant wife.

Guilt continued to swarm in the pit of his stomach. It was eating away at him, poking holes in their already vulnerable marriage. There was something about Emma though. He felt an incredible pull towards her that no matter how hard he tried to resist he just couldn't keep himself from going. Like gravity; and there was no use trying to defy gravity.

Once the final bell rang, he ushered the kids out of the room, only keeping the ones who were staying after for extra help.

Will helped his kids for about an hour and even though he thought it might have helped his mind get off the adorable guidance counselor, it didn't do a thing. After he kids left, he quickly packed up his things, shut the lights and locked the door.

He made his way down his normal route, right passed Emma's office. The room was dark, the door was closed and Emma was no where to be found. He had hoped to see her once more before the school day ended. Instead, he found himself just wanting for it to be nine o'clock that much sooner.

As soon as he opened the door to his apartment, he kicked off his shoes and called out, "Ter, I'm home."

As he hung up his jacket and school bag he waited for a response. He furrowed his brow when he got none and called out again, "Terri?"

He peered into the living room, the lights and television were off, there was no music playing from the radio in the kitchen, their apartment was completely empty.

He searched around the apartment for a note, checked the answering machine for messages, checked the voice mail on his cell phone, there was not a word from Terri. He tried calling her on her cell phone and when he didn't reach her, begrudgingly he called Kendra.

She yelled at him for the better part of the two minutes he was on with her and he got to the initial point that Terri was not there with her. Among the few things that Will was staring to dislike about his wife, her sister Kendra made number one.

Not knowing where his wife was didn't make him as nervous as it should have. Instead, he was relieved he didn't have to deal with the guilt that would surely come at having to see her.

For the next few hours he relaxed around the house, watching television, fixing himself a little something to eat, grading some spanish papers, anything he could do to pass the time and keep his mind off of Emma.

At around seven o'clock, he changed into his janitor's uniform and grabbed the set of keys that Figgins had given him. As he headed out the door, his heart leaping at the prospect of seeing Emma in less than two hours, he ran into Terri in the hallway.

He couldn't help but notice that she looked distracted and a little surprised to see him so eagerly running out the door. He didn't have time to ponder that though and he kissed her cheek as he passed her.

"Will-" She tried to call out to him and he turned, waving with one hand.

"Don't wait up, Ter!"

He slowed his pace down once he got onto the steps that led to the parking garage. He paused in the middle of the stairwell and glanced back up to the closing door. He knew he should go back, something was bothering Terri, something more than just not getting her way at work. He should go back and spend the night with her, he could blow the night off, send Emma a quick text message to tell her that he couldn't make it. He should do that but for some reason he kept walking down the stairs. His head begged him to turn around, told him to go back upstairs and comfort his wife for whatever reason that she was upset.

But...he was doing this for her, wasn't he? He got the janitor position in the first place to help Terri and their financial issues. Whatever Terri's problem was, it could be fixed with a carton of ice cream, right? If not, he'd stay up all night, comforting her.

It was the worst lie he had ever told to himself, as he continued to get into his car and head to the school, that he was doing it for Terri. But the pull Emma had on him was so strong, at that moment, nothing else mattered.

He arrived at McKinley, once again contemplating turning around and heading back to Terri before he did anything that would add to his already tremendous amount of guilt.

Then he caught sight of Emma's car parked only a few spaces away from his. His heart leapt and with his decision in mind, he took the keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car.

After he retrieved the janitor's cart from the janitor's office, he quietly made his way past the room that Emma was teaching in. He paused near the doorway, listening to the sound of her voice. He could listen to her voice for hours on end but he knew he had to get some work done before Emma arrived to help him.

Will rolled the cart down to the science wing and started with the girl's bathroom. He had only been in the girls' restroom once and that was his freshman year in high school when some of the football players had shoved him in.

He shuddered and rolled his eyes at various things he had to clean, including some rather grotesque notes about himself. He knew that his female students were often attracted to him but he never realized how far their fantasies persisted. He shuddered again at the thought of what some of his students were thinking about him while he stood in front of them to teach. He made a mental note to himself not to stand with his back towards them.

Cleaning the girls bathroom thoroughly took nearly forty five minutes, he bypassed the boys bathroom, waiting for Emma like he promised. He bit his lip in contemplation about what to do for the next forty five minutes until Emma arrived.

Will finally went around to each classroom and did a quick sweeping and sponging of the chalkboards. Cleaning the chalk dust off the chalk rail, he found himself transported back a week earlier, to their kiss in that very classroom. He licked his lips, almost tasting the sweetness of Emma's lips.

After he was finished, he still had about ten more minutes before Emma would arrive. He placed the cart at the end of the hallway, grabbed the mop off the rack and fiddled with the radio on the cart until he found a station he wanted. With the music playing lowly in the quiet hallway he started to mop down the hallway.

After a few songs played and he was nearly done mopping the hallway, a song started playing that had him frozen.

Honey, why you calling me so late?

It's kinda hard to talk right now

Honey, why are you crying

is everything okay?

I gotta whisper cuz I can't be too loud.

He leaned against the wooden pole of the mop and stared at the radio. He didn't know the song very well, he had only heard it a couple of times before on the radio but now it seemed to mock him and despite himself, he found himself singing along to the chorus that he didn't even know he knew,

Well, my girls in the next room

sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice

saying my name it sounds so sweet

coming from the lips of an angel

hearing those words it makes me weak..

"And I never wanna say good bye, but girl you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of-"

"Will?"

He whirled around quickly to see Emma at the end of the hallway, the song continuing on in the background. Her eyes were questioning him with an amused look and he smiled sheepishly.

"I was just um..mopping." He explained lamely.

Emma's grinned brightly and giggled softly, sending flutters to his heart. He swallowed hard and quickly moved towards the cart, shutting off the music that was taunting him.

Will placed the mop back and grabbed the box of disinfecting wipes off the cart. He walked back to Emma, showing off the box. "Ta-da."

Emma giggled again. "I was hoping you had more than just than one packet. We wouldn't be getting much done otherwise."

"I may be clueless when it comes to cleaning things but I'm not that clueless."

Emma's grin widened and silence fell over them. Emma's grin faded as they locked eyes and Will felt himself subconsciously moving closer to Emma. Her eye widened slightly and she licked her lips, stepping back. "We should um, start now."

He blinked. "Right.." He whispered. "Of course."

She offered him a small smile and turned, walking into the boys' bathroom with Will quick at her heels.

Emma let out a sigh as she turned on the lights. "Do all men's bathrooms look like this?"

Will surveyed the area and looked at her with a smirk, "Believe me Em, the girl's bathroom was much worse."

Emma turned to him with a skeptical look and he nodded. "And they say teenage boys are the pervy ones."

Emma furrowed her brow, shuddering clearly at the thought of what Will might have found in the girls' bathroom.

"So," Emma let out a breath, "How about I'll start with the sinks and you can do the toilets."

He smirked at her obvious preference and nodded in agreement. "Sounds good."

Emma smiled at him and then reached into her bag, pulling out her gloves. She pulled them on neatly and then turned back to Will with cheeky grin.

Will chuckled softly and opened the box of disinfecting wipes and placing it down on one corner of the sink. Emma took a few packets out of the box and headed over to the far left sink.

He was momentarily mesmerized by every move that she made. Each bend of her elbows and knees, every flip of her hair, every crease in her brow at a particularly messy spot, sent flutters to his heart and had him glued to where he was standing.

A fire burned in the pit of stomach and a slight tightening in his pants snapped him back into reality. He licked his lips, grabbed a few packets from the box and disappeared into a stall, letting out a slow breath to calm himself.

While he cleaned the stall, he tried to forget that Emma was just outside, but every now and again he'd hear her heels clicking against the tiles.

Cool it Will.

"Will?" Her sweet voice called into the stall and he jumped.

He swallowed hard and called in return, "Yeah?"

"Are you alright in there?" Her voice held some amusement but it was also laced with concern.

He smiled to himself. "Yeah. It's just um...very dirty in here."

"Oh." The disgust was evident in her voice and he chuckled. He gathered the dirty wipes and stepped out of the stall.

"Are you done?" He questioned, looking over the sinks. How long had he been in that stall?

"Um, halfway done. I just came to get more wipes." She explained and leaned past him to grab a few more packets. As she did so, her shoulder brushed against his arm and all the blood in his body went rushing southwards.

He bit his lip to suppress a groan and quickly moved into the next stall, leaving a clueless Emma behind.

Cleaning the toilets really helped the blood return to circulating his whole body and he finished that stall quicker than the one previous. He stepped outside and saw that Emma was bent over the sink, cleaning the area near the wall. He could clearly see the defined curve of her behind pushing through her skirt.

Before she even noticed that he was there, he slipped into the next stall and began cleaning once again.

After cleaning the last stall, he stepped out and glanced at Emma. She had moved to the last sink and her face was scrunched up in concentration and once more he was put under a trance.

Before he knew what was happening, he moved closer to Emma until he was standing behind her and he placed a hand over her back. Emma tensed and looked over her shoulder. Her body relaxed and she smiled at him hesitantly, "You're finished? I'll be done in a minute."

With Will's warm hand still rested on her upper back, Emma quickly finished up her job, and discarded the wipes. She turned her body around and a gasp escaped her lips at how close they were.

Her wide eyes met his darkened ones and he lifted a hand to trail his finger down the side of her face. Emma's eyes followed his every move and then they snapped back to his eyes, her body shuddering at his touch.

Will's hand cupped Emma's cheek and he slowly began to bring her face closer to his. Her eyes widened further and her lips parted slightly. Her sweet breath reached his senses and that was all the initiative he needed to bring his lips down onto hers.

Emma squeaked slightly and her body tensed again. Her hands hovered in the air for a few moments until she surrendered to his kiss and rested her hands on his broad shoulders.

A low groan escaped his throat and he moved them away from the sinks, pushing Emma against the wall lightly. His hands trailed down to rest on her hips and he pulled her closer to him.

Much to his surprise, Emma slipped her arm around his neck and pressed harder against his lips. His tongue darted out of his lips and brushed against her bottom lip, begging for entrance.

A small parting in Emma's lips allowed his tongue to slip into her mouth. Emma suddenly melted in his arms and his arms tightened around her.

His tongue explored her mouth and the fire in his stomach continued to grow rapidly.

When Emma's tongue started to move with his, he groaned loudly into her mouth and his hands began to trail upwards. Over her deep purple cardigan, he ran his thumbs over her hardening nipples.

Emma whimpered against his lips and that momentarily set him back. He pulled back and glanced down at her. Her lips were pink and puffy, her eyes were wide and scared yet they held something else.

Her whimpers told him not to go any further yet her eyes contradicted that and pleaded with him to continue.

Emma was a delicate flower, a precious jewel, someone who deserved to be treated with the most love in the world. That alone persuaded him not to deflower her in a public bathroom, a bathroom in their work place, even though the strain in his pants was begging him otherwise.

He would not give himself what he wanted that night. He would give Emma what she wanted. What her scared but desiring eyes were begging him to do and he didn't think it was possible for him to deny Emma anything she wanted, especially if she was looking at him like that.

His mind made up, he brought his lips back down to hers, their lips moving together in a passionate yet gentle manner.

Will's hands left her chest and trailed down until they stopped right above her knee. Emma shuddered against his touch and her head tilted backwards, breaking their kiss. Will's lips met her neck and he sucked the skin their gently as his hands traveled up the skin of her thighs, pushing her skirt along with it.

Emma's breath came out in small pants and she gripped his shoulders tightly as his fingers gently grazed the skin on her stomach. He felt the muscles tightening underneath his fingertips and he started to trace the outline of her panties.

A strangled moan that sounded like a whimper escaped Emma's lips and her head fell onto his shoulder.

Will's fingers slipped below the material and brushed against Emma's most sensitive area. A sharp gasp passed her lips and she bucked her hips into his hand.

Will growled in the back of his throat and he nipped the skin on Emma's neck softly. His fingers pushed apart her folds and he made his way towards her entrance. He felt the wetness there and he bit down on his own lip to keep himself from giving into his own desires.

Another whimper escaped Emma's lip and she bucked her hips again and Will slipped one finger in. Emma threw her head back and her mouth fell open in a silent gasp.

His fingers continued to work magic and Emma writhed under his touch, gasping, moaning and whimpering.

"Oh god..." She whispered, her accent the heaviest he had ever heard it. Her hips bucked against his hand, her head tilting backwards as her walls contracted around his finger, her body convulsing with pleasure.

Will's lips met hers once more as she came down from her high. Emma's lips were weak and she breathed kisses on his lips until she moved her head to rest on his shoulder. Her breathing slowed down and her eyes closed as she snuggled into his shoulder.

Will placed a soft kiss to the top of her red hair, content to just hold her until she came back to Earth.

With his clean hand, he began to straighten out her skirt, pulling it down to where it was. At that action, Emma crashed down to Earth and she pulled back, her wide, frantic eyes meeting his.

His hazel eyes were clouded over with lust and he failed to make the discovery that Emma had just made. "Will..." She whispered brokenly. "Oh god, Will." She gasped and slithered out of his arms, taking several steps away from him. She covered her face with her hands.

Will's eyes widened in realization and he contemplated going over to Emma and comforting her. First, he walked over to one of the clean sinks and washed his hands of all traces of her. After he dried off his hands, he turned back to Emma, whose body was shaking and whimpers escaped her lips.

"Emma..." He whispered, walking towards her and reaching over to touch her arms.

Emma cried out and collapsed into his arms, sobbing into chest. "What have we done Will?"

Will shushed her and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into her hair. He whispered words of comforting, telling her it was okay as she continued to sob into his chest.

It was not okay, though. It was wrong, he knew it, she knew it, they both knew it. It was so terribly, terribly wrong.

...

Then why, oh why, did it feel so right?

A/N: Woah, I can't believe I just wrote all of that. Especially while my family was around. So, what'd you think? Please let me know! I love feedback especially when it comes to me experimenting with new topics, like smut.

What you have to look forward to when the next part of this little mini series within a series continues, its all based off of this quote:

"Is there any reason you have a soiled Mattress in your office, Will? Have you and the red head became so sexually depraved that you have to commit your craven acts of adultery in between classes?"