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Rebuilding his relationship with Emma was easier than Will thought it would be. She was the most kindhearted woman he had ever met and despite that he was still feeling ashamed for his behavior, she made getting back closer incredibly effortless. And it was so easy for him to be fond of her.

That night, while lying on his bed and yet sensing a whiff of her subtle perfume impregnating his shirts, Will recalled that afternoon.

Fear was written all over her face when they went in her apartment. Promptly and in a matter of seconds she had put all her displayed clothes inside a black plastic bag to take to the laundry. Her hands had been shaking, but not just because of hassle; but because of bashfulness. Her panties and matching bras were scattered all around the floor.

Her lacy and silk underwear took Will´s breath away. "I´m gonna go check the living room", he had told her, trying to give her some privacy. Except he didn´t want to. He had wanted to stay there and tell her how amazed he was by her, how much he wanted to make uncontrollable love to her, and heard her struggle for air while so. But instead, he had walked through the bedroom´s door.

Resting his body heavily on his quiet place, Will remembered Emma´s uneasy expression when he had apologize for the library incident. "I didn´t mean to upset you, Emma", he had said, "You´re my friend; I shouldn´t have done that. I didn´t wanna make you uncomfortable. And I won´t ever put you through that again". But I want to. I want to kiss you as you deserve. I want to take you in my arms and feel your lips kissing me back. Will had swallowed his words and now felt sorrow because he knew that kiss had been the first and the last one he would get from her.

Carl, you were a lucky guy. You got to kiss her any time you wanted. You got to sleep next to her every night you asked for it. You lucky bastard.

Whoa, where did that come from?

"Carl and I—We weren't a good match anymore" Emma had replied when Will had casually brought the subject up. "You were right after all" she had admitted with a slight smile and a sigh.

"I´m sorry, Em". Liar, you are such a liar William.

"I´m not. I´m kinda glad we ended before everything went too serious" she had answered honestly.

You can´t be happier, can you? Like you have the slightest chance with her.

What´s wrong with you?

He had no idea how those feeling towards her had grew so much in such short time. And it was frightening. He was just divorced, for Heaven´s Sake. He couldn´t have attached to her like that in the few months he´d met her, right? This had to be purely physical.

But thinking about it, only made matters even more confusing. The truth was, Emma wasn´t the typical woman Will would feel attracted to. Always, even when he was married, he had felt appeal to blonde, tall and hourglass shaped females. Just like Terri. But Emma… she was singular: petite, skinny, flaming red hair with gorgeous doe eyes. Nevertheless her temper had caught his attention without delay; she was thoughtful, interesting, smart, funny and generous. Absolutely nothing like Terri. But what startled him the most was the incredible switching of sensations he had when she was near.

Will better tried to sleep. Succumbing into exhaustion was the best thing he could do for that night.

-xx-

Weeks carried on unaffectedness after Emma and Will´s reconciliation. She could tell he was happier now they were talking like always again; and even though he was busy as never coaching the Glee Club for Regional's and he looked tired as ever, he always had time for meeting her and Shannon during lunch recess.

Likewise, the coach was delighted to see her two favorite pals speaking and joking as usual and from time to time, she had caught Will staring at Emma when she was working or talking to one of the students at her office.

"She´s knocked you out, uh?" Shan asked her friend, while having a drink at Rosalinda´s.

Will pretend like she was crazy, but judging by her expression, she hadn´t bought it, "Ok, Shan, you got me", he admitted before taking a large sip from his beer to avoid talking. But the coach expected him to say something else. "What do you want me to say? Ok, I like her"

"Like her? Really, Will? Ya just like her? You´re drooling all over your stuff when she´s around" Shannon let out like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Can we please not have this conversation?" Will asked feeling embarrassed. He really didn´t want to think about Emma in that way; she considered him just a friend and thinking about her as something more was nothing but unrealistic. But now, the nosy bug was awaken; "Do I really look like an idiot every time I look at her?" he didn´t want Emma to notice his dumbness.

"Nah, I was just messing with you", Shannon said laughing, "You should ask her out, Will."

"Shannon, didn´t I tell you already? Emma thinks about me as her friend-"

"She told ya that?"

"Of course, who else?"

"Haven´t you consider she might be lying? Just like you, when you told her she´s your friend?"

"But she is my friend"

"But you don´t think about her just as your friend" Shannon observed.

"I´m not asking her out."

"Coward" She teased him.

"Snoopy"

-xx-

"How long until Regionals, Will?" Emma asked enthusiastically while watching the kids rehearsing.

"4 days" he replied nervously

"You´re so gonna get this" Emma encouraged him, "they sound amazing. So, you´re leaving on Friday morning?"

"Yep, we- " he was interrupted by Shannon walking in the choir room causing the kids to stop their singing and dancing choreography.

"Sorry, kiddos" she apologized

"Hey, Shan. What´s up?" Will asked with concern.

"Bad news, my friend. I won´t be able to make it this Friday."

"What? Why not?" all the children gathered around the teachers looking anxious.

"Extra football practice. The team sucks for next week game" she sentenced with frustration. The commotion caused by her words was bigger than Emma was expecting. Clearly Shannon was a beloved teacher in the Club. She saw Will rubbing his neck, looking blocked; "I´m sorry. But, hey! Why don´t ya go with them, Emma?"

Shannon, you´re unbelievable. Will thought. She had obviously planned this.

"Oh, my God!" Quinn exclaimed surprised she hadn´t thought about that before, "That´s brilliant, Coach. Miss P. can come!"

Everyone turned to face Emma, waiting for her to reply. "Uhm, I-"

"I´m afraid you have no choice, Em-Miss. Pillsbury" Will said showing his best smile.

-xx-

Very early on Friday morning, every Glee Club member was waiting to head off Lima. The weather was still cold, but a warm sunrise was waiting for them.

"If I had known we were leaving this early I'd have never agreed to come" Emma joked while standing off the bus. Brittany was running late. She had tried her best to disguise the shadow under her eyes, without result.

"Come on, don´t be such a whiner" Will teased back, "You´ll get to sleep on the bus"

"You bet I will". And she did. When they departure from the Parking lot, everyone was quiet due nerves and sleep. Soon, most of the kids felt asleep and Emma took her chance to adapt her body to the stiff seat. "I hate busses" she sentenced in a low voice, while trying to get comfortable and Will chuckled.

"That´s because you´re too refined, unlike me. I can sleep almost everywhere" he joked once more lying down and resting his head back before looking at Emma, who was staring him with an eyebrow raised.

"That´s because you´re a hobo" Will laughed, loudly

"Shhhh!", someone silenced him from the back. He covered his mouth to suppress another laugh from coming out, and so did Emma.

"We better shut up, or we´ll get kicked off the bus" she warned him resting her back as well.

"Yeah. Sweet dreams, sleepy head" he said before closing his eyes and falling into a profound sleep.

Emma watched him for a while. He was already breathing deeply and seemed so peaceful, so handsome she had to fight with the impulse of resting her head on his toned shoulder.

What are you doing?

She shook her head, dismissing her ridiculous ideas. You better get some rest. It was going to be a long day.

"Is she resting her head on Mr. Schuester´s shoulder?" Puck asked Quinn with a smirk, once they woke up, after a couple of hours of napping.

"Yes, Puck" she rolled his eyes, "Can´t you see her?"

"And he´s resting his head as well! I´m so gonna pull his leg…" he was already thinking what his later words would be.

"You´re such a kid"

"You´re dating this kid" he hugged his girlfriend tenderly. But Quinn´s eyes were fixed on her two teachers sleeping serenely on each other.

-xx-

Emma sighed in coziness, with a sensation from a familiar perfume. She slightly moved her head, her cheek rubbing against a soft material. She blinked, semi awake and saw it. Periwinkle wool. Her eyes flew opened and found Will looking at her causing her face to flush.

"Oh, my… I´m sorry, Will" she straightened on her seat feeling her skin burning.

Will chuckled, "don´t worry… it´s not like the first time I've seen you sleeping…"

Someone coughed from behind, causing them to turn around abruptly.

"Excuse me" Quinn said with a slight grin crossing her lips, "I was wondering if we could stop for a coffee before going to the competition"

Emma coughed as well, and looked at Will clearly feeling mortified, "I guess we could do that. Right, Wi-Mr. Schuester?"

"Of course" he cleared his throat, "Why don´t you start waking everyone up, Quinn? We should be getting there in about 10 minutes."

"Everyone´s awake already" she informed sending them an acknowledgment look before returning to her seat next to her boyfriend. "You see, Puck?" she whispered on his ear, "That´s how you pull someone´s leg."

When they got there, Emma let Will do his thing with the kids. She still felt like a fool for the little bus episode. How could you felt asleep on his shoulder? Don´t you have any filter?

Yes, it had felt incredibly good; sleeping on someone´s shoulder. But she was forgetting about one tiny and insignificant detail: Will was her friend.

"Miss. P?" Quinn´s voice took her out her thoughts.

"Yes, Quinn?" she asked politely

"I´m glad you could come" Emma smiled at her, "Having you and Mr. Schue here, together, it´s great." The School counselor's eyes widened, but she tried to dissimulate her embarrass.

"Uhm, thanks Quinn."

-xx-

It was time. Everyone was a handful of nerves; the girls were talking like parrots and the boys were stiff as a timber. Will was talking with the men in charge of the lights and when he got backstage where Emma was, the show had already started.

"Crap" he cursed standing next to her, "I miss the beginning. Don´t tell them or they´ll put me to sleep". Emma giggled and they both remained in silence, watching the show. But then he began asking impatient questions; "Does Tina´s voice sound out of tune? Why is Finn so lost with the moves? Can´t Santana see the lights are hitting her in a wrong angle?"

"Will, shut up" Emma demanded with a grin, "They are doing just great and you´re making me nervous".

"Sorry" he murmured next to her ear. Too close, William. He pulled away immediately not noticing her body shivered when his breath got to her skin.

She swallowed hard, bowled over by the effect he had on her. The applauses from the audience made them jerk and in less than a second all the kids were squeezing them in a crowded hug.

Moments later, the drums resounded in the auditorium. Only three teams were standing on the stage. Behind the scene, Will was rubbing his hands energetically.

"What if the judges notice what I did? What if we don´t qualify? What if-" he was cut by Emma´s hands holding his face still.

"Can you please, please, relax?" she asked calmly. Her hands felt soft and warm on his own skin. He instantly soothe under her touch. Will grinned feeling childish. "I told you. You´re so gonna get this. So calm down"

"And the first place and the chance of going to New York Nationals this year goes to…." The presenter announced excited. They all hold their breaths, "William McKinley High School, New Directions!"

"YES, YES!" Will shouted with thrill, "I knew it, I knew it!" and then without previous warning, he grasped Emma in a big hug and lifted her from the floor. She gasped and giggled like a little girl, letting him hold her. Because, even when she knew he was her friend, his arms embracing her so tightly felt delightful.

"I thought you had doubts" she joked when he put her down; his hands were still resting in her hips and Emma´s on his biceps. None of them pulled away.

"No, I-" he intended to teased her back, but all the kids appeared jumping and screaming with joy. Emma was the first to approach them, before breaking away from Will´s grip.

"You did it! Guys, you were amazing out there!" she congratulated them, before taking Rachel in her arms. "I´m so proud of you!"

"I guess we´re going to New York!" Will shrieked even more wound up

-xx-

Later that night, back in Lima, Emma went to bed thinking about the happenings of the day.

You need to control yourself. You just can´t keep losing it so easy, Emma. She told herself, resting her tired body under the covers. Will´s your friend, he was just celebrating. He wasn´t intending to make you shiver.

But she had. She had quivered in his grasp. She had felt her skin burn when he breathed upon her ear and she had felt the extraordinary urge of brushing her lips across his when she had held his face so firmly.

Her skinny arms moved below the blankets to curl around her tiny waist. Those were Will´s arms holding her. Close. Tight. Securely. She felt unexpectedly ablaze and edgy. But her arms remained there. She didn´t dare to make a move anywhere else.

If she wanted to be Will´s friend, she needed to keep this (whatever it was) strictly platonic.