A/N: A long chapter! No, two long chapters! This is my gift to you for being so wonderful. Fluff galore :) Because, to be honest, even though it's approaching one in the morning and I have an insanely busy day tomorrow this was just too much fun to write. Enjoy!!

As Adam Wells sang, Emma glanced over at the man standing beside her. Will stood quietly observing the ridiculous attempt that was taking place on the stage, but she could tell that he was not truly concentrating on the song. His eyes would drift over to her, displaying an array of hidden emotions that despite her best efforts, she could not tap into.

Suddenly, the gymnasium felt tiny, cramped, and far too stuffy for her liking. Furthermore, she sensed that she was standing in a puddle of spilled soft drink and she could feel her shoes being stuck firmly to the linoleum. She really disliked having things on the bottom of her shoes.

Emma took hold of Will's arm and he looked over, apparently to be startled by her touch.

"Want to get some fresh air?" she asked.

Will looked relieved to hear her words.

"I'm dying," he replied, "and not just from the song. Dances were never our scene anyway, right?"

Emma grinned as they abandoned their station against the wall and sped towards the gym doors, through the crowd that was apparently transfixed by the karaoke that was going on onstage.

"Wow," she said, gesturing towards the stage as they left.

"Yeah. I have no doubt Finn's going to win."

The bitterly cold air in the parking lot made Emma suddenly aware of the fact that she had forgotten to bring a jacket of any kind, and she crossed her arms against her chest in a desperate effort to keep warm. Aside from the few students that were skulking against the wall smoking, they were completely alone.

Will looked down at where Emma stood nearly shaking from the cold and his heart went out to her. In an instant, his suit jacket was off and he was draping it over her shoulders; her eyes went wide at the sudden heat that enveloped her and she smiled. There was something so sweet and intimate in his gesture that it made her heart leap.

"You know, I'm a little happy that I didn't have to sing in front of everyone," Will mused, moving so that he was standing in front of her.

Emma gave him a questioning look.

"But you love performing," she said, "why didn't you want to sing?"

"I don't know. It's the kids' time to shine, not mine, like April said," he replied. "Out-performing high school students at their Homecoming dance wasn't on my agenda."

Emma laughed. "If you had the chance though, what would you have sung?"

Will thought for an instant before his face lit up, an idea coming to mind.

"I don't know. Probably a little Franki Valli."

She nodded appreciatively. "Good choice."

Will gazed at her, moving a few inches closer before taking her into his arms. In a soft, low voice, he began to sing.

"You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you," he sang, taking hold of her hands and spinning her so that her back was pressed close against the contours of his body. Emma's eyes went wide at the contact and she took a sharp intake of breath. However, she had to admit that she liked the feeling.

Rocking in time to the imaginary music that was playing in both of their minds, he continued: "You'd be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much…"

He pulled back and twirled her around before putting both hands around her waist. Instinctively, she put her arms around his neck, grinning. Will had hoped she wouldn't pull away, and perhaps a part of him knew that she wanted to dance as much as he did; however, he still couldn't believe his daring.

"At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I'm alive. You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you…"

As the song began to speed up and trumpets started playing in their heads, she started to move her feet, and Will kept up with her elaborate steps. God, the woman could dance. He laughed out of surprise and fascination as she pulled away and rolled in towards him, as if they were in an elegant ballroom in the forties rather than dancing on asphalt in the school parking lot.

He beamed at her as he belted out the chorus. Emma hadn't seen Will so happy in a very long time.

"I LOVE YOU BABY, and if it's quite alright, I need you baby, to warm the lonely night. I love you baby, trust in me when I say…"

Emma loved the feeling of pure happiness that was spreading through her, of pride and admiration that she was actually enjoying dancing at Homecoming. Not only that, but she was with the man that meant the world to her.

"Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down I pray, oh pretty baby, now that I've found you stay and let me love you baby, let me love yooooouuu…"

A loud cough from somewhere to their left startled them and they broke apart.

"Mr. Schu?" asked Finn quietly, and Emma turned to see him standing with Quinn, both wearing crowns and sashes that had Homecoming Royalty printed on them in big letters.

"You won!" she exclaimed, tugging on Will's sleeve, regardless that he was already well aware of that fact.

"Good job, Finn!" said Will, only the slightest hint of red showing on his cheeks.

Finn smiled. "Thanks. Sorry if we – interrupted anything…"

"Oh – no, not at all," Emma said, hoping she wasn't overdoing it with the grin that was plastered on her face.

"Not at all." Will echoed, and they laughed nervously.

Quinn glanced at Finn and then back at Will, her eyes narrowed suspiciously, "Did I actually see you two dancing in the school parking lot?"

Will shot a glance in Emma's direction, "Well, it is a dance, after all…"

"And that's what people do. Dance," she finished.

Finn laughed. "I sang You and Me by Lifehouse, by the way. See you on Monday." With that, he and Quinn turned and began walking towards his car.

"Nice jacket, by the way," Quinn said, in a voice that just hinted at a mocking tone.

Emma laughed nervously, and Will smiled.

"Well, the dance is over -"

"Want to get out of here?" she asked.

"More than anything…"