Bricks
Chapter XIII
"Rach..." Will whispered to her hair. "Wake up, beautiful." He traced her lips with his thumb. "I'm going to make coffee while you get dressed." He kissed her cheek and she opened her eyes. "Don't take too long, ok?" he said before standing up and heading towards the kitchen.
"It's early..." Rachel managed to say in a soft voice, blinking a few times. Will stopped walking by the door frame and stared at her.
"I want to show you something. Bear with me, just this once, please." He locked eyes with her; Will needed Rachel to not try and convince him to go back to bed.
"Fine, but only because you asked nicely." She stirred.
Will smiled before leaving. He was certain if he continued to contemplate her, they would never make it to the kitchen. Rachel watched him walk away and let out a breath; she didn't want to leave his bed. More importantly, she was dreading waking up knowing they had a day filled with auditions ahead. Her ego was still bruised and she wasn't coping well. Granted, Will had been wonderful and had provided the best kind of distraction, but she was very aware about the fact her phone had been silent.
Will was pouring coffee in their travel mugs, whistling "Your body is a wonderland" when he felt two small arms around his waist.
"Good morning, boyfriend." Rachel hugged him strongly and placed a kiss on his back.
"Hey!" He left the mugs on the counter and, still enveloped in Rachel's arms, turned to face her. Rachel hadn't changed, she was wearing one of his largest shirts and his slippers, and probably nothing else, he assumed. "You are not dressed." He cleared his throat trying not to think about her lack of clothing.
"It's not time to be up yet, therefore I refuse to." She smiled gingerly.
"You are adorable, have I ever mentioned that?" Will smiled back cupping her face in his hands. "Trust me, I wouldn't have gotten you out of bed if I hadn't something planned for us, Rach."
"Fair enough." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. "It better be good."
"It is but you need to put some clothes on." Will ran his hands down her back.
"Are we going out? In case you haven't noticed, you are wearing an under-shirt, sweatpants and your robe ... and you are barefoot. That means you are as ready as I am..." Rachel tilted her head.
"Sort of, we are going to be out of the apartment but we are not leaving the building," Will said, trying to be mysterious.
"So we are going to the rooftop," Rachel declared, causing his jaw to drop.
"There goes the surprise element..." Will laughed shaking his head.
"You've been bragging about it since day one; it was an easy guess," she added.
"True. So clothes?" Will checked her out; he loved the sight of Rachel wearing his shirt, but he didn't want anyone but him seeing her like this.
"It's little past five am; I can assure you no one is awake." She kissed him quickly. "Besides I only have a pair of jeans and a shirt here. I haven't showered, hence I am not putting them on until I do."
"Fine," he replied, letting go of her and taking off his robe. "Put this on." Will helped her get into his robe.
"Thanks," Rachel said smiling gratefully. The robe was warm, soft, and smelled like him. "Lead the way, prince charming," she said, picking her mug from the counter.
Will grabbed his mug and neared the door. He opened it and let her exit the apartment first. The elevator took them to the rooftop Will loved so much, and when the brunette saw it she understood why: the view was magnificent.
Something in a corner caught Rachel's eye. There was a bouquet of colorful flowers placed on the ledge. She turned to Will and smiled at him. He had obviously left it on the roof for her the day before in hopes they would go there after dinner. Will had planed every single detail of their date and had surpassed her expectations.
Will stared at her reaction in amazement. He was happy about the outcome of their first date; this was just a bonus. He was also proud of being able to pull it off considering he had little time to orchestrate their evening, and above all, he now knew calling Santana had been a good idea. They walked towards the ledge and Rachel placed her mug there in order to pick up the flowers. Her eyes were open wide and she was sporting her megawatt smile.
"Oh, boyfriend..." Rachel sighed. Once again, Will had taken her breath away. "I had the time of my life last night." She turned to him, holding the bouquet. "Thanks for making me feel so special by planing such an exceptional date for us. I love you, Will."
There was more Rachel longed to say but she was at a loss for words; love was overwhelming her. She figured her actions had to speak for her this time. On instinct, the brunette closed the gap between her and Will and kissed him deeply. His arms and lips welcomed her warmly.
"I just thought you needed to see this too." He simply smiled motioning for her to turn and appreciate the view. "There is nothing I wouldn't give to be able to take you out on fancy dinners every day, but I'm still a teacher; sometimes, this is all I will be able to offer. A nice view and my company." Will sighed. Reality wasn't always romantic.
"I just need you, understood?" She scanned his eyes and placed the flowers next to her travel mug.
"Understood." He nodded, relieved. The spark in her eyes revealed how honest she was being.
"Will, this is amazing," Rachel said, finally taking her eyes away from him to contemplate the empty streets. He smiled, hugging her from behind and placing his mug next to the flowers.
"We are going to slow dance here some night. That's what I had in store yesterday..." Will kissed her neck.
"Well, we had a charming evening. And it's not exactly my fault we never made it here." She giggled. "As far as dancing, while we are illuminated by the city lights, that's definitely a plan. I'll get a new dress for that occasion." Rachel nodded before picking her mug and drinking some coffee. "To think most people believe romance is dead..."
"We are not most people." Will tightened his arms around her.
"Of course not, we are Will and Rachel, hopeless romantics, we are Sherry and the world will know about us," Rachel said matter-of-factly. "Watch out world!" She laughed, placing the mug back on the ledge.
"That was adorable, Rach." Will's laughter joined hers.
"And corny, which I blame you for, Mister." Rachel pressed her back against Will's chest.
"Guilty as charged." Will caressed her stomach over the robe.
"Will, are you worried?" She covered his hands with hers.
"About what?" He rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Our lack of call backs. Are directors deaf?" she replied slightly bothered. "I can't fail at this." She sighed.
"You won't, I promise." Will whispered before kissing her head. "You are meant to succeed."
"You have to say that; you are my boyfriend and biggest fan." She giggled recalling the time he had admitted that. "In addition, you were my vocal coach, so you naturally think so, but what if they don't?" Rachel's voice was about to break, Will could sense it.
"I'm not saying it because I worship you, sweetheart. I believe in you." Will rubbed her wrist. "You are still learning and you'll start college soon, which will give you more perspective and tools than you can imagine. And even without that, you are the whole package."
"You are right, I am." Rachel smiled to herself.
"You are a quadruple threat, Rach." Will nuzzled her neck. "You have an unique voice, you are a flawless actress, a great dancer, and you are drop dead gorgeous."
"So combined we are an octo threat?" Rachel smiled, and he nodded. "Thanks, that made me feel more at ease. In fact, now I have a good feeling about today,;maybe today I will make it."
"That's the spirit, Rach!" Will laughed. "Maybe today is the day but if it's not, there's always tomorrow; tomorrow can be the day too." Will dropped one hand from her stomach to her thigh and stroked her skin. "But right now we are here. It's not the top, but it is my rooftop; it has to count for something..." he whispered.
"You were always great at giving motivational speeches." Rachel laughed. If they were in Glee, he would be patting her back while saying that. As it turned out, his reassuring touches were A LOT more intimate and enticing now they were together.
"However, you didn't always listen to me, you were the most revel among the group." Will massaged her inner thigh. "I loved and hated how feisty you were." He closed his eyes taking in the feel of her soft skin.
"Oh, I did listen. Perhaps I had a tendency to contradict you because I was fighting my pull towards you. Have you ever considered that? Maybe you were too, which would explain why you were more strict with me than with the rest." Rachel turned her head to him. She would have turned her body but she didn't want Will to stop what he was doing.
"Mhm." Will opened his eyes to meet hers while his hand traveled higher up. "Headaches aside, you forced me to bring my A game to practice, Rach. You made me a better teacher, and I'll never forget all you did for me when Holly replaced me." He continued to caress her skin.
"Let's not talk about her," Rachel mumbled with a hint of jealousy.
"You can't be jealous at the drop of a name, sweetheart, especially not right at this second." He parted her legs single-handedly. "I only have eyes for you," he whispered.
"Good." She smiled, taking a deep breath. "I believe you pushed me because you knew I could handle it, and I refuted you because I wanted to take you out of your comfort zone; that was our version of team work back then." She kissed him under his ear. "I fancy this dynamic much more." She gasped as she felt the pressure of his fingers tracing circles on her inner thigh.
"Me too, and I don't think we could go back to our old ways even if we tried." Just in case she hadn't taken his hints, Will pulled Rachel closer so their lower bodies would touch.
"Not a chance. And FYI, the answer is no, Will." Rachel breathed in in anticipation as his hand was nearing her center.
"The answer to what exactly?" He stilled his hand and gave her a quizzical look.
"I am not wearing ANY underwear. Isn't that what you were wondering?" Rachel bit her lip and awaited his reaction.
"In that case, since the mystery is solved, my hand can stop wandering," he bluffed.
"Oh, really? That's a pity; I was ready to let you disrobe me and take me right here, right now on your precious rooftop, but if your curiosity has been satisfied, then I guess that is that." Rachel faked disinterest.
"Never in a million years would I have thought you would be sans underwear in a common area," Will whispered to her ear.
"Ditto. You think I missed your navy blue boxers laying on the floor?"
"I wonder what this says about us..." Will let out a laugh.
"That we are passionate and fierce." Rachel took his hand off her stomach. "Or as San would say: horny." She placed it on her breast over the shirt and beneath the robe. Will almost moaned while squeezing gently.
"My love, if you are just teasing me, this is beyond inhumane."
"Says the one who has a hand between my legs but hasn't completely put the moves on me..." Rachel said with irony and obvious want.
"You mean this hand?" Will parted her folds with his thumb but stopped there when he heard her breath catch.
"Yes, Will, that one," she said, panting. "Don't make me frantic."
"Tell me what you want, sweetheart." Will retorted, seductively, while keeping her still.
"That would be easy since it's the same thing you do." Rachel arched her body in order to get more contact. Will bit her pulse point and took his hand off her breast to undo the knot on her robe, then he took it completely off and let it fall to the ground.
"Your body should be illegal, Rach." He slipped his hand beneath her shirt and brushed her side raising goosebumps. His other hand was still between her legs.
"It's off limits to anyone but you..." She blindly pushed his sweatpants down but didn't touch him.
"How did I get so lucky?" Will whispered positioning himself.
"You are calling this luck?" Rachel turned her head to him and raised an eyebrow, then braced herself on the edge of the ledge. "I'm calling it love." She smiled.
"I'm calling it whatever you want me to." Will kissed her neck twice before entering her slowly from behind. Both moaned at unison. He stayed still giving her time to adjust while he covered the hand she had gripping the ledge with his.
"Mmm, Will..." Rachel hummed, intertwining their fingers, giving him the green light he was waiting for.
"What have you done to me, Rachel Berry?" he whispered as he slowly pushed in and out of her.
"No clue but I love this," Rachel said before her head became slightly foggy. "Love you."
"Me too, all of you." Will moaned while pressing his thumb to her clit once.
"Yet you keep teasing..." Rachel threw her head back. Will replied thrusting into her a little more roughly causing her to cry out. Rachel was enjoying every second, but she wanted more. Feeling bold, she placed her free hand over his between her legs. Will was taken so off guard his pace faltered.
"Fuck, Rach." Will rarely cursed, and he never had in front of her, but he wasn't much in control of anything at the moment. Rachel was telling him exactly what she wanted and he found that exceedingly arousing. "You are definitely a threat to me."
"Oh, I know..." Rachel laughed. Not only she was highly turned on and enjoying herself and Will, her latest move had worked perfectly. Still pounding into her, Will covered her hand with his and closed it in a fist, only leaving her pointer finger out, under his.
"Sweetheart, this is so hot." He let out, apparently she had gotten the crudest side of him to surface. Rachel gasped, pressing her eyes shut while he massaged her nub with both their fingers. Will's breathing was all over the place, he was completely lost in their actions. He was inside her, but at the same time he was touching her and she was touching herself at his whim. He had no idea who was in control any more.
"Hmm, so hot..." Rachel panted as she felt close to reaching her climax.
"Sizzling." Will whispered to her ear moving their hands faster. He could read all the signs and knew she was close, which of course made him closer. Rachel wanted to reply, wanted the upper hand, but she was drowning in pleasure. Drowning in him. Her orgasm hit her hard and she screamed his name while she curled and uncurled her toes. She would have fell if Will hadn't been quick to let go of her hand to loop his arm around her waist.
"Oh my Jewish God, Will." Rachel tried to catch her breath while he was still focused thrusting into her. "You are a sex..." She couldn't finish her sentence. Unexpectedly, another wave knocked her down as Will came.
"Wow." Will breathed out, slipping out of her. "That was... yeah." He turned her to him, settled her shirt and wrapped his arms around her waist. Rachel still couldn't coordinate her body. "Are you ok?" He looked at her, Rachel's eyelashes were fluttering.
"Yes, that ... Will!" Rachel wasn't making any sense.
"What?" He laughed.
"I had ... you ... was that...?"
"Yes, sweetheart, you had your first multiple orgasm. With me, on my rooftop." Will hugged her grinning like an idiot. He felt like a teenager and he was ecstatic.
"You are a sex God." Rachel smiled finally being able to finish a previous sentence.
"Only because I have my muse." Will kissed her deeply.
Will and Rachel took a bath together. They were at opposite ends of the bathtub, just staring at one another while their soaked bodies recovered from their activities. Rachel was still in awe; she couldn't believe the things Will could make her experience. On the other hand, Will had never felt so primal in his life. They were now filled with energy and ready to tackle their day to its knees. They got ready fast and exchanged "break a legs" between kisses and plans to have dinner together at her apartment. The beginning of the end of their honeymoon was idyllic.
A week went by. Auditioning had been hard on both Will and Rachel. They had managed to get some good feedback, yet not a single call back. Therefore, for Rachel, the week of auditions had been exhausting, challenging and futile. She was very disappointed. Will had been supportive, but he was concerned as well. Maybe daring to dream big again, being over thirty years old had been a mistake, he thought... at the same time he wanted to cheer Rachel up, but he was going to start failing at that soon and he knew it. Success was something Rachel was always going to long for, and she was always going to want it by yesterday. He loved her for that drive, yet that could mean he was going to see her crushed often. Now that their break was over and they would be very busy, all he cared about was keeping them together. Life was getting very real, and he wasn't going to let reality break their spell without giving a good fight.
Will had his first class in the morning, while Rachel had hers roughly at the same time. In his case, the students were mildly receptive. He had a group of twenty very eager teenagers that had their eyes on the prize. They weren't anything like his Glee kids, yet, no one stood out for him in this group, which to Will, was alarming.
For her part, Rachel enjoyed her Drama class even given the fact that she thought of it as being quite basic. Her professor, a sixty-something lady seemed proficient and ruthless, yet Rachel had managed to make her smile by channeling Santana in an improvisation exercise. Even though Rachel desperately wanted more than a smile cast towards her, given how her auditions had gone, she was making an effort to take whatever was thrown at her. So, in her book, a smile was a decent start.
It was close to lunch time when Will left his office to get a book from the library. He walked the corridors and couldn't help but feel a bit old. Here he was, at another school where he felt he hadn't been able to reach his students like he had years ago. And just like back then, he was worried about Rachel making friends. He smiled at the thought of her and then sighed, hoping she was having a good first day.
Rachel was walking at a fast pace down the hallway. She was carrying her heavy backpack and was wearing a gigantic smile on her face yet she felt lost in the building. She asked a student for directions but the young boy had no clue who Mr. Schuester was. Just as she was about to text Will and sacrifice her surprise in order to find him, she felt someone tapping her shoulder. Rachel slowly turned and her eyes met a tall African American man staring at her in confusion.
"Hi." Rachel said, shyly.
"Hello, I'm Principal Morgan. I thought you were someone else." The man said crossing his arms.
"Oh." Rachel replied as a realization hit her: the man had obviously thought she was Shelby. "I'm Rachel Berry. I'm looking for William Schuester's office." She smiled. Rachel felt Principal Morgan's eyes on her, and felt for him, believing she was Shelby was the most honest mistake in the world. Rachel reasoned she should have expected something like this to happen. Will was, after all, replacing her biological mother. This was Shelby's former boss and this was the school she had worked in not so long ago. Rachel wished she had thought about this before jumping on the idea of visiting Will.
"That's his office." Principal Morgan pointed at a door a few feet away from her. "We still need to put his name on it." Rachel was outraged at that, her boyfriend deserved to be acknowledged. To her, that meant his name should have been on that door the moment he was hired. She bit her lower lip to sensor herself and avoid making a scene. When she was thinking about what to say next, Will saved the day.
"Rach?" Will approached her and his boss.
"Hi." She smiled at him widely.
"Mr. Morgan, this is Rachel Berry, my girlfriend. Sweetheart, this is Principal Morgan, my boss." This was the first time Will had introduced Rachel as his girlfriend, which made him and her exchange a warm smile.
"We've just met," said Mr. Morgan, looking at the couple. He was now curious. Shelby had been the one who had sent Will's resume to the school board, and now Will was dating her look alike? The man was confused. Rachel stared at him, sensing his intrigue and something else she couldn't quite place.
"That's true. I was looking for you, which proved to be difficult since your office is missing your name." Rachel smiled at Will, who was shaking his head at what she had just implied very politely. "Thanks for your help Mr. Morgan; it's been a pleasure meeting you."
"Likewise." The man paused. "I have to ask, are you related to Shel-Ms. Corcoran? You are her spitting image." Principal Morgan finally voiced his question, maybe letting out more than he wished. Will locked eyes with Rachel and his heart broke a little, not only had his boss struck a nerve, he had asked a yes or no question. There was no way Rachel could deflect.
"No, I'm not." Rachel replied coldly.
"You look just like her." Mr. Morgan looked at Will. "Are you in contact with her?"
"Not at all. As you know, we used to coach rival school choirs, but we were never close," Will stated. "We respect one another as colleagues and that is why she recommended me to replace her, but we are not in contact."
"Yes, I know, silly me." Mr. Morgan looked down for a beat, then up and at the couple. "I should go back to work. Welcome again, Will. Nice to meet you, Rachel." And with that the man marched down the hallway. Will and Rachel exchanged a look. They both sensed something strange about the man.
Will took Rachel to his office. It wasn't big but it was better than the one he had at McKinley.
"I wasn't expecting you, Rach." Will locked the door and kissed her quickly.
"I figured I would surprise you. Plus, I have something for you." She winked at him and walked to his desk giggling.
"Rach, sweetheart..." Will stopped his sentence there. Fantasies started flood his head. Fantasies about Rachel, her skirt, his desk...
"It's not what you think, Will!" She laughed. "You and your dirty mind ... I come baring gifts!" She smiled opening her backpack.
"I'm sorry." Will blushed and neared her. She was starting to take pink items from her bag. "What is all this?" Will laughed leaving the book he was carrying on his desk.
"We need to personalize your desk." Rachel handled him a pink frame with a picture of them kissing with the Statue of Liberty in the background.
"Honey, this is so sweet. Thank you." Will placed the frame next to his desk lamp.
"This way you won't be missing me as much and your students will know you are off the market." Rachel smiled gingerly before giving him a few more items, such as a pink tissue box (just in case one of his students would cry in his office like she had once or twice), a white and pink rubber ball (autographed by none other than Rachel Berry for him to squeeze whenever he would get stressed) and a pink and lilac mug that read "Boyfriend of the year".
"Rach, you are the best." Will laughed. He found her jealousy adorable.
"Oh, I know, see? I'm being practical. Instead of being moody and irrational thinking about you and your students, I'm giving you presents and, at the same time, warning them. Smart, huh?" Rachel closed her bag and grinned victoriously while Will stared at her lovingly.
"This is perfect." He held her hands in his.
"It was either this or you getting my name tattooed, but that seemed a bit excessive and this is more visible." Rachel joked. "How was your day?"
"Rach, I love you. You might be a bit crazy but I love this." He paused. "My day has been okay, yours?"
"Okay too, but I will tell you all about it at dinner. Now, we should have lunch." She walked towards the door; it felt very strange to be in what used to be Shelby's office.
"True. Thank you for surprising me, Rach." Will kissed her deeply before letting go of her hand to lead them out.
"You are welcome, Mr. Schuester." She giggled and crossed the door. He followed her and they walked side by side towards the cafeteria. "Was it me or did your boss seem..."
"Too interested about her? No, it wasn't just you, Rach. I saw it too." Will finished her sentence, feeling it may be painful for Rachel to say her mother's name.
"It might have been strange for him to see me, but at least we know she never told him about me..." Rachel looked down.
"She doesn't deserve to call you her daughter," Will replied softly. He wanted to hug her but they were at his work place and there were people watching.
"I know, and it's fine she never mentioned me, really. We are strangers to one another. Just be careful, though, Will. It does look like your boss and her were romantically involved." Rachel nodded.
"I know, but don't worry about me. How are you feeling knowing this is a place she spent a lot of time in? I mean, I know you are here for me and that you want to be strong but I know you, Rach..." Will sighed.
"I won't lie. It is bizarre, but I promised a certain someone that I wouldn't let her get to me, so I will not." Rachel said with honesty.
"I'm proud of you, Rach." He paused deciding to drop the subject. "Hungry?"
"Yes." She replied smiling with gratitude. "I'm also curious about the auditorium. Would you show me around Mr. Schuester?" Rachel laughed.
"Of course I will, but under one condition." He stopped to open the door of the cafeteria. "You have to sing for me."
"Oh, absolutely!" Rachel beamed. "You know what? It's funny calling you Mr. Schuester again."
"I knew you were enjoying that I enjoyed introducing you as Rachel Berry, my girlfriend." Will said grabbing two bottles of water.
"I know! I so wanted to kiss you when you did. .. and it felt surreal!" Rachel smiled.
"I could tell." Will paused. "Do you feel like having fruit salad for lunch? I don't see many vegan friendly options here."
"Sure, sounds good. Soon enough we'll be calling it Sherry salad." She laughed. "It's one of our many inside jokes after all..."
"Sherry salad..." Will laughed too. "Did you wear my favorite skirt on purpose, Rach?" He whispered knowing no one could hear him.
"I may or may not have, Will." She elbowed him playfully.
"You are terrible." He laughed.
"And you love me for it." Rachel winked at him for the third time.
They ate on the benches by the football field. Will still felt pretty much like an outsider at his new job but having Rachel by his side made him feel more at home. Deep inside he knew she must have needed him too, and he wondered if anything had gone wrong with her classes. She had said absolutely nothing about college, which wasn't like her at all. Yet he knew when not to push a subject; he would wait until she was ready to share.
Once they finished eating, Will took Rachel to the auditorium. It was twice as big as the one they had and the piano seemed to be brand new. Since they were alone, they walked hand in hand to the stage and sat closely on the piano bench.
"What should I play?" Will asked her. His eyes were shining; he couldn't wait to hear her sing for him. Will had been looking for Rachel's "it factor" in every student he had heard that day but he hadn't been able to spot anyone remotely as charismatic as his girlfriend.
"Any requests?" Rachel said crossing her legs.
"Well, it has to be something I know. Other than that, feel free to choose whatever you want." He said placing his hand on her thigh and settling her skirt.
"Hmm ... there is a duet I know you know ... and that way we could sing together." Rachel played with a loose strand of her hair. "Or would that be cheesy Mr. Schuester?"
"Are you saying that song is cheesy? I don't agree, then again I have been accused of being cheesy myself... " Will laughed. "But you should know every time I hear Endless Love, I see you chasing me around the piano. If we sing it now, I can't make any promises not to..." Rachel covered his mouth with her hand.
"Will!" She giggled blushing furiously. "Okay, we need another song..." She uncovered his mouth.
"What about this one?" He said starting to play "You can't always get what you want", then looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"It's quite ambitious to sing it with a piano arrangement, but I'm up for the challenge if you are." Rachel nodded.
"Awesome, I've always wanted a slower version." Will smiled at her.
"Let's give it a try, then." Rachel moved closer to Will.
"Aright, three, two, one... " Will smiled at Rachel and started playing the song.
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometime you'll find
You get what you need
Rachel sang looking at Will, who embodied both what she wanted and needed. She finished and placed her hand on his leg, waiting for him to take the next verse.
I saw her today at a reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man
He sang locking eyes with her. Rachel joined him in the chorus. Both smiling widely. They couldn't help but think they should have had more duets together in Glee.
No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
And if you try sometime what you' just might find
You get what you need
Rachel closed her eyes and belted out the last "what you need", then proceeded to sing the following verse alone.
And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"
She winked at Will and he sang along with her.
Sing it to me now...
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
You get what you need
They ended the song together, amazed by the results. They sounded great, and even on the fly and with no practice at all, their twist on the legendary Stones song was unique and award-worthy.
Rachel clapped her hands and Will made a bow.
"Yay! We did it Will!" She hugged him. "We need to do this more often."
"We will. As often as you want." He kissed her quickly.
"Amazing, that being said, I should go. This was a great warm up; I have a singing class in half an hour." Rachel smiled and stood up. She had killed two birds with one stone. Will followed her.
"Now I'm going to want every day to be like this one, Rach."
"That was the plan." She giggled.
"I should have known." Will laughed and opened the door. "Oh, and just to spoil you a little. I might have a present for you at home, but you are only getting it if you spend the night." Will said faking seriousness.
"A present ... well, in that case I have no option but to stay at your apartment. Is there a couch where I could sleep, Mr Schuester?" Rachel batted her lashes purposely overacting.
"I'm sure we can figure something out, Rach." He laughed.
"It's a done deal, then. Have a great day, Will." Rachel blew a kiss at him and left.
Will went back to his office and arranged every item Rachel had given him. He sat on his chair and laughed out loud at how his desk now looked. It was completely lacking a masculine touch and Noah Puckerman would have said he was whipped, yet Will didn't mind. He would proudly drink his coffee in his brand new girly "boyfriend of the year" mug.
A knock on the door interrupted Will's blissful thoughts.
"Come in," Will said said from his chair. The door opened and Principal Morgan entered the office wearing a concerned look.
"Sorry to bother you, Will. Do you have some spare time? I would like us to have a word," the tall man said sitting in front of him.
"Yes sure," Will replied not knowing what to expect.
"This conversation we are about to have is of a personal nature," Principal Morgan said placing his hands on Will's desk and staring at the tissue box. Will could see his new boss suppressing his laughter.
"I'm listening." Will cleared his throat now practically sure this talk he was about to have concerned Shelby.