Expectation was the driving force in Emma's life, but from the moment she had felt Will moving inside of her, hitting that spot that caused her chest to constrict in pleasure and her thighs to tighten around his hips, emotion overwhelmed her completely.

She watched him fall asleep, his body peaceful and sated, his breaths evenly paced. She could still feel him inside her, remembering how it had happened, how scared she had been throughout the entire act.

As she stood before the bathroom mirror in the dark blue night, her hands wandered over her chest. There were red marks on her pale skin from where Will had lovingly assaulted her body with his affections and her reflection screamed back at her as soft tears fell from her eyes.

She had never felt whole as a person, and it sounded pathetic, especially to a guidance counsellor, but it was true. Now, this image of herself was loved and wanted and desired and it made her heart swell in admiration for herself. She loved being like this, feeling how she did and wanting what she could so plainly have.

And she did. She had it all. All she could ever want.

"Emma?"

"I'll be out in a minute." Her hands swatted up to brush the tears away with the back of her hand, but as she focused on the illustration before her, her eyes shot down to her abdomen. She was thin, and her figure was definitely curvy in the right places. Her stomach was flat and pale and she had loved the way Will had rested his lips over the taught skin for a long time, causing the realisation to occur that Will Schuester definitely had a fetish for petite curves. Ever so slowly, in a dream-like state, her thin, bony fingers rested below her navel and for a few seconds, Emma allowed herself to believe that they hadn't used protection tonight, that a part of her lover was still inside of her. It was juvenile, but it was also so, so lovely.

Snapping out of her haze, she opened the bathroom door, clad only in her nakedness at one a.m.

He was waiting for her, resting against the wall in the hallway, his eyes boring into hers as she swung the door open. Tear stains coated her pale cheeks and the look on his face immediately changed from happiness to worry. He didn't reach out for her, though, knowing all too well how she would react to the emotional aftershocks of sex.

She parted her lips to speak, but no words escaped but for a strangled noise. He cocked an eyebrow carefully, waiting for her to attempt to explain her own perplexity.

"I...I just have so many feelings that I don't understand right now." Two more tears travelled down her cheeks, one resting in the space between her lips as the other fell to the cliff of her jaw, dangling for a moment until she reached up and wiped it away.

"Like what, honey?" His tone was soft, his whispered question caring and understanding. "Are you upset about what happened?"

"No, no. God, no. It was so wonderful and you made me feel so good." She blushes. "It was just a lot to take in."

"Of course it is, Emma." His hand reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "And there's so much more to deal with when there are feelings involved. Like us. That was very powerful, Emma."

Her eyes met his, confused and completely innocent and her shoulders slumped in defeat as she bit her bottom lip in honesty. "What we did tonight was exhausting."

"It sure was," his grin could have lit up the darkest of rooms. "But it was also pretty brilliant."

"Yeah." She dabbed at the corner of her eye with the tissue and grinned, her eyes downcast as she focused on the tissue rather than the man that she would one day make a wife to.

"Thank you for sharing that with me", he whispered. "I haven't felt that way in such a long time."

"Really?" her timid voice questioned in a matching whisper.

"I've never felt that way." Their eyes locked in complete and burning passion, his thankful for letting him love her, and hers grateful for his bruises on her skin.

"Sex isn't usually like that, Emma." His absolute seriousness threw her off balance, his meaning lost in her world of self-consciousness.

Her features darkened in alarm and embarrassment as his face appeared unreadable. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No. You did something so right." His lips came to rest on her forehead and confusion overwhelmed her features as they relaxed, her nose scrunched up in the most gorgeous way he had ever seen.

"Emma the way you let go, really let go, when we were making love, it...it was so beautiful-and completely sexy."

"I was sexy?" She leant against the door at his confident confession and her eyes closed as she attempted to take it all in.

As he watched her lids slip closed, he gently leant forward to place a kiss to each eyelid, punctuating each syllable with a soft kiss. "You were so hot."

Her body shivered in arousal and assurance as his hot breath came to rest in her hair and his arms circled around her frail waist. Standing there, in her lovers arms, she knew who she was in the world, and she wanted so much more. Is this what her life would always be like? Would she always feel complete in knowing that there was so much more to desire and that she could be safe and protected while she waited?

"You said some things, Will. When we were making love you said that you wanted to marry-"

"I do. Not just yet, but I do. I want to have it all."

The grin that settled upon Emma's pink lips was lovely, radiating her happiness in the realisation that somebody wanted to spend their life with her; to build a life with her. And what better way to show him what she too wanted than to voice her deepest thoughts?

Her small hand came to rest on his jaw line, caressing the soft skin with her thumb. "I want to go home tomorrow and I want to move in with you."

"Okay." His grin was wide and her hand that had slipped from his jaw to rest over his heart could feel the pressure building inside of him.

"And then I want to make love to you. I want to make love to you again." At this spoken desire that left her lips in a shy breath, he nodded vigorously.

Her head tilted to the side in the darkness of the hallway. "And then I want you to ask me to marry you; properly."

Her professional tone could be discovered beneath the depth of her words, her honest and calculating personality decided in knowing exactly what she wanted from him. "Sure."

"And then, after all of that," her hand waved in the air in dismissive humour, "Then, I want to have a family."

His smile faltered "No."

"What?" Her ambivalent tone registered in his mind as he further emphasised his point.

"No."

"Excuse me?" Her questions of shock swam in his head as another part of his brain attempted to piece together exactly what he wanted to say without hurting the woman who had given herself to him wholeheartedly hours before.

"No order, Emma. Love doesn't need order."

Their eyes locked as she whispered a sweet apology in acceptance. "Okay."

"Okay?"

Then she whispered something that touched his very soul more so than her whimpered requests for more, more, harder, more hours before.

"I just need you."

Sometimes change can come at the most remarkable of times, when love is confused and hope has yet to find its distance from reality. Sometimes, when you aren't looking for it, change can be exactly what you need. Most of the time, change happens to be exactly what you have been searching for your whole life.

AN: I hope everyone has enjoyed this fic, as it has now come to an end. I'm starting to work on a new fic titled 'Just Like That' and a new chapter will be posted in a few hours. Everyone has been so lovely in leaving reviews for this story and I hope that you enjoyed spending your time reading Will and Emma's journey. Thank you so much for your time and responses!