Emma's Point of View

I felt Will's hand patting my back softly, soothing over my shoulder blades. "Emma, I am so sorry."

Pulling back from him to look into his eyes, I felt a terrible guilt wash over me. "Why are you apologizing to me? Carl and I weren't committed – not by a long shot. I just dropped an atom bomb on you, and you're telling me that you're sorry?"

Will glanced at me and gave me a half-hearted smile. "I always knew you were too good for him; I wanted to tell you to stop so many times before. But, knowing that..." His eyes began to glass over again as a new, now silent round of tears started to flow from his eyes. "Knowing that he was fooling around with Terri – MY wife…"

I could sense the sadness building into anger, and did my best to diffuse the situation. "Will, I realize that you're full of mixed emotions right now, but the best way to handle this is calmly." Truth be told, it had taken all of my inner strength not to get out of my car on Friday night and punch both of them – Carl for being, well – what I had been told, and Terri for screwing up on such a good thing as Will.

And I knew he was a good man. You could tell he was well liked by all of his peers and well respected by the student body at McKinley. He carried himself with confidence; he was comfortable in his own skin. Hell, he'd risked his life for me, someone who at that time was a perfect stranger. There was something to be said about that.

"What do I do?"

His shaky voice interrupted my thoughts. "I honestly don't know, Will," I said. "I guess you first need to weigh the options. Think it through and figure out just what you want to do."

"What are you going to do?"

He looked at me earnestly, and I could tell he was worried about me. Add selfless to his list of ever-growing good qualities. "Well, I kind of already did."

His eyes widened as he looked at me in disbelief. "He knows you know about him and Terri?"

"Oh, god NO!" I said a little too loudly. "I just told him that I saw him with someone else at the movies on Friday night, and that I didn't feel I could be in a relationship with a liar." I giggled softly. "Then I told him in much more colorful words exactly what I thought of him."

"And?"

"And what?" I knew he wanted me to tell him exactly what I'd said, but to be honest, I wasn't really proud of the language I'd used.

"Well, let's just suffice to say that if my Mother had been listening in, I'd still have a bar of soap in my mouth."

He laughed slightly, and I had achieved my goal of lightening the mood somewhat. "Yeah, it definitely would be a soap poisoning possibility. I might even go blind."

I was thankful that he'd caught my movie reference. "Just so you don't shoot your eye out in the end." We sat in silence for a few more minutes as the storm outside calmed a little.

"I don't know if I can go home and look at her now." I could sense the sadness was back, and I did all that I could to calm him down.

"You can, and you will," I said soothingly. "And I am sure that you'll handle it with grace and poise. But, in this instance, yelling and swearing might be condoned." Reaching into my purse, I grabbed one of my business cards and flipped it over, writing my cell number on the back. "I'm here if you need to talk, you know." Handing it to him, I smiled. "I believe in you, Will Schuester."

He patted my hand before reaching for the door handle. "I can do this," he said, giving me a small smile before opening the door. "See you tomorrow?"

"You know it," I said, cranking the engine back to life and turning on the heat all the way. I watched as he made his way over to his truck, and waved as I drove past. That had not gone at all like I had planned, but I felt lighter, having the burden of knowing about his wife's infidelity off of me alone. That didn't mean I felt good my any means; my heart ached for him and for what I knew he was feeling. I could see it all over his face. His eyes had lost their usual sparkle, and the way in which he carried himself was defeated. As I stopped at the light, I whispered a little prayer for his strength and resolve.

Will's Point of View

It was closing in on ten o'clock, and although I knew I should be thinking about bed, I needed to stay up. Terri had been "working" tonight, and I couldn't sleep knowing what I know knew to be truth. I hadn't wanted to believe Emma, although I knew by the look in her eyes that she was being truthful. I'd called over to Terri's workplace and had gotten it from James himself that she'd never taken on any extra shifts. I'd taken a look at our cell phone bill online and found his cell phone number showing up several times on last month's statement.

I was still mulling over all of the other evidence stacked against her when I heard her key in the front door. Plastering on a fake smile, I stood to greet her.

"Will," she said surprised when I met her at the door. "You've got school tomorrow – I expected you to be asleep by now."

It killed me to do so, but I grabbed her into my arms and hugged her. "I missed you today, that's all."

She pushed away from me and started to shrug off her vest from work. "Will, I don't feel like doing this tonight – It was a long shift and I…"

I interrupted her. "Really? When James called earlier to ask you where you'd left the keys for the supply closet I…"

Her face turned white, and she fumbled for her words. "OK, you caught me. I called in sick tonight and Kendra and I went out for dinner. Since I've been working so much lately, I haven't had any good 'quality' girl time, and I…"

I'd had enough of her excuses. "STOP LYING, TERRI!" I looked over at her and couldn't see the girl I had fallen in love with so many years ago. Taking in a deep breath, I willed myself to calm down. "Terri, I have it on very good authority that you're not working extra shifts – although you're surely sporting enough new clothes and shoes to make me believe it." I was frustrated; I didn't quite know what to say, but I knew that I wanted to get this out in the air – there was no way I could live keeping this information inside.

"Oh, Will – when have you ever cared about what I do anyway? You're always working with that damn Glee Club, and you never take me anywhere…"

The bitterness crept back in. "Where? Like the movies, where we could sit in a row by ourselves in the back and make out like the kids I teach every day? Where we could sneak out before the lights came up and leave to go do God-knows what?"

I watched as her shoulders slumped, the smirk on her face fading as I continued. "Terri, I checked the cell phone bill online. You know, the one that shows all of the phone calls made by number. And I found it kind of funny that one particular number kept being called on your phone. Let's dial it, shall we?"

"Will, Kendra got a new number and I…"

I yelled once again. "NICE TRY, TERRI, but it's NOT going to work this time." I held my phone up in my hands, the speakerphone turned on. It was no surprise when Carl's voicemail message came on over the speaker.

As calmly and as politely as I could, I spoke into the receiver. "Hey Carl. It's Will Schuester from work. If you want her, you can have her."

Flipping my phone shut, I looked over at my wife. "This was my apartment – so, I guess if you have somewhere else to sleep tonight you should go find it. I know someone who probably wouldn't mind letting you share his bed."

I felt the tear trickling down my face as Terri looked at me. "But, Will – it was just the one time, and I…"

"STOP THE LYING!" The anger dripped in my voice now, and I grabbed a pillow from off the sofa and threw it. "Terri, I have it on good authority that it just wasn't one time. Emma said…"

Terri laughed. "Oh, what would that naïve little kewpie know anyway? She couldn't find her way out of a wet paper bag."

"She knew enough to be the one to tell me about your cheating ways."

Her face dropped then, and she sank down into a chair, huge streams of tears falling down her face. "Will, I swear – it meant nothing – I know it was wrong, but – you never seemed to have time for me anymore and…"

I paced back and forth in front of the sofa. "So, instead of coming to me and telling me this, you go out and find it with Carl Fucking Howell? Did it ever cross your one-track mind to mention it to me? Or, were you too caught up in your own self to even think about what you were doing?"

Her tactics changed. "Will, he's the one who pursued me!"

I turned around to face her then, my anger seething. "And you couldn't say no?"

She started the waterworks again. "I was vulnerable. You were all wrapped up in set lists and choreography…"

"Bullshit," I growled. "Terri, you know that I've always tried to do what's best for our marriage, often times sacrificing what I wanted to give you what you did. And this is how you repay me? I think you were jealous that I was finding myself again – that I was happy. You've always gotten your way, because I wanted to make you happy, and…." I finally lost out to my tears as they began to stream down my face. "I can't live with you knowing what you've done – with CARL, nonetheless." My voice seethed as I said his name. "You can sleep on the sofa tonight, and tomorrow, while you're supposed to be at work, I guess you can go apartment hunting."

I turned toward the bedroom and slammed the door behind me, sliding down its length. I ran my hands through my hair and allowed myself time to grieve the death of my marriage. I didn't sleep much (if any) and as my alarm went off, I reached over to the nightstand and turned it off, grabbing my phone in the process. I called our automated line and put in for a substitute, then rolled back over and attempted sleep once again.

I didn't know – hell, I didn't care if Terri was still here, but I knew that I couldn't stay holed up in this room all day in fear of facing her again. I stood from the bed and went over to the door, where I could hear faint sounds coming from the kitchen. As I approached, I could tell that she was cooking - something she never did.

"Hi," she said timidly, looking up at me as I approached. Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen. She'd been doing her fair share of crying. "I'm making breakfast."

"I can see that."

She glanced at me and then over to the clock. "It's almost seven – you're going to be late for work."

"Not going." I mumbled, reaching for the coffeepot and my favorite mug.

"Good," she said, her hand landing on my back. "We need to talk."

I shrugged my shoulders back, pushing her hand away with my shoulder blades. "About what, Terri? I don't want the sordid details about how you and Carl hooked up, or why you did it. The fact is that you DID IT, and I'm not sure…"

She dropped the dishtowel she'd been ringing in her hands. "Will, we can make this work. I…"

I closed my eyes. I couldn't look at her, not knowing what she'd done.

"How many lies have you told me in the last few months, Terri? Working late, going to Kendra's, not to mention all the lies by omission or even worse, refusing to be with me." I could feel the anger and frustration coming over me now, and I needed to keep it at bay. I couldn't get as upset as I was last night. "Terri, I don't think I can ever trust you again."

She started toward me. "C'mon, Will…we can make this work." As she approached, I noticed that she was loosening the buttons on her blouse. "Remember that first morning after we got married when we made love on the kitchen floor? That was so…"

"STOP!" I hadn't meant to yell, but it was the only way to break her from her reverie. "Terri, no – I don't think –"

She had removed her shirt completely to expose the black see-through bra beneath. "C'mon, Will. You know you want to touch me…"

My back was against the wall now, and I cringed as she pushed herself up against me, her breasts pushing into my chest. "Um, no."

She continued to grind against my leg. "But I know you want me…and it's been so long since we…"

"Dammit, Terri – just STOP!"

She backed away now and I could see the feigned look of hurt on her face. "Don't you dare talk to me that way. You chastise me one night for not wanting to be with you and when I try you…"

I kicked the wall behind me with my bare foot. "It's difficult to want to make love to your wife when you know she's been cheating on you. And besides, look at that bra. You'd never have worn anything like that for me at all. It's…"

I was so frustrated that I reached over to the counter and flung my mug, along with the coffee against the wall. As it shattered, I glanced over to the woman I had once loved. "I've got to get out of here."

I hurried back into the room we'd once shared and took a quick shower. Dressing as quickly as I could, I exited the bedroom and grabbed my keys from the foyer table.

"When can I expect you home?" Terri stood in the foyer now, her arms folded across her chest.

"I'll be home whenever I damn well please."

She reached over to try and straighten my collar, and I pushed her hand away. "I really do have to work from three until nine tonight."

I cut my eyes to look at her and smiled. "That's good to know."

Author's Note:

Well, now that the cat's out of the bag, what do you think will happen next? (And, sorry to Sportschick – I know you wanted Terri not to be a bitch, but it kinda had to happen.)

Sorry this update took awhile. My Mom's still sick, and with me being back at work full time, it's difficult to find time to write. I wanted to let all of you know that there might be a longer hiatus than expected with this story, considering all of the personal drama going on here. I will try to update once a week (most likely on weekends) but please don't give up on me. I promise I will finish this story AND that there will be a payoff for the Wemma fans out there.

Thanks once again for reading. Until next time, ~Jilly.