This is called an update. It's something Sianna often is too lazy/uninspired to do.

Please forgive Sianna. 3

"I think they were holding hands this afternoon."

"No, they aren't that stupid, in the middle of school?"

"They'd be soooooo cute though!"

"Do you think they've kissed?"

"Oh, they've definitely kissed."

There was an extremely loud pause. All heads turned to Kurt, who casually threw back a handful of popcorn.

"And how would you know?" Santana asked skeptically, eyebrow raising. Kurt grinned.

"Not exactly, but I'm pretty sure they've kissed. And done more." Mercedes chucked a pillow at his head and Brittany pushed the pause button on the remote, and Bridget Jones's Diary quieted in the background.

"Are you going to tell us, or are we going to have to tie you down and shred your Chanel feather boa all over the place?" Rachel's voice was high pitched and demanding as the cluster of Glee girls stared at their friend. Mr. Hummel was out visiting his sickly aunt, leaving the house free for a good twenty hours. His parting words were to not have any boyfriends over. When Mercedes had called and asked if he had plans, things had snowballed; the only thing keeping him from feeling guilty was that Burt had said nothing about girlfriends over. He primly straightened his back, smoothing the creases in his dark green sleeping bag.

"Well, Mr. Schue's new place is right near my dad's auto body shop. I know because sometimes I end up following him home on the days I have to help out with the cars." He paused for a dramatic effect. "Well, today I stayed late to help Ms. Judes with some things around her classroom, she always gives me homework passes… anyway. When I left, everyone else was gone, and I saw them leaving together, definitely holding hands. She left her car in the lot." Tina gasped.

"Did they make out in the car?" He laughed.

"Wait, it gets better. He put a blindfold on her." Quinn's mouth made a popping noise as it fell open.

"I needed to be getting to work anyway, so I followed them. And they went back to his apartment." He smirked at their dumbfounded expressions.

"Wait, if she left her car, how is she gonna get home?" Brittany cocked her head, a look of clear confusion on her face. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"She's not gonna get home, Britt. She's staying the night." Brittany stared blankly. "They're having sex."

"Ohhhhh!" The blonde giggled. Tina sighed.

"That's so cute. They're so totally in love." Mercedes nodded.

"It's a little hard to picture Ms. Pillsbury doin' it, though, y'know?" There was a collective nod. Suddenly a wicked grin crossed Rachel's face.

"You know what would be so hilarious?"

"What?" Rachel sifted around in her glittery pink overnight bag, pulling out her cell phone.

"Kurt, do you have a phone book?"

Knowing looks were exchanged throughout the group. Mercedes whipped out her iTouch and got online; there was serious business to be done.

A harsh ringing noise was interrupting my blissful half-awake sleeping. I blinked blearily, trying to force my leadlike limbs into motion. I felt stirring next to me and I sat up.

"Hey, go back to sleep." I rubbed my eyes blearily as he reached onto his nightstand, picking up the phone. The glowing alarm clock told me it was three AM.

"Hello?" I indulgently watched his biceps flexing as he held the phone up to his ear. The simplest things could be made sexy by Will Schuester.

"Hi! I'm calling on behalf of the Ohio Show Choir Board, I'm looking for a Ms. Emma Pillsbury?" could hear a shrill female voice on the other end, one that I almost recognized.

"Who is this?"

"My name is Leah and I need to talk to a Ms. Pillsbury about her qualifications as temporary director of the winning team at the Lima/Dayton Sectionals competition?"

"Um, okay, she's right here…" He handed it over.

"Hello?" My voice sounded heavy and sleepy.

There was a click as Leah from the Ohio Show Choir Board disconnected her line. I hung up, looking confusedly at the phone.

"That was a bit odd." He took it back from me, setting it into its' cradle.

"Yeah, it was." He rolled over, tugging me close, arms wrapping around me. I sighed contentedly, pressing my lips to his collarbone and preparing for more sleep. It was unexpected when he poked me in the nose, face-to-face with me when I opened my eyes.

"Emma?"

"Mmm?"

"I can't sleep now." I groaned.

"Why, Will?"

"I'm not tired." I rolled onto my back, keeping a grip onto his hand.

"I am." I felt his hot breath on my chest as he maneuvered on top of me.

"But Emma, I can't sleep if I have all this… energy." His knee was weaseling in between my legs. I let it, smiling dreamily.

"Well, I suppose we'll have to tucker you out again." He kissed my neck.

"I suppose we will." He was already hard, pressing into my leg. It made my insides jumpy that only after one time together, I was able to get him all hot and bothered that quickly.

He began toying with my folds and I moaned, feeling instantly more alert. Our second time around was much more fast paced, sweat rolling down my back in droplets, his arms bulging as they supported himself above me. Seconds became thirds as the night went on, and by the time fourths came and went it was seven thirty and I simply couldn't keep my eyes open.

He spooned up behind me and kissed the damp skin on my neck.

"I'll make you breakfast in a few hours, does that sound okay?" I nodded, feeling too exhausted to insist on helping.

"I love you, Emma."

"Love you too, babe.

It was at that moment I knew; I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man.