A/N: So I know I missed my daily update and I'm sorry but this has been an overly stressful week and it's still Summer! But theatre starts in the summer and I really can't complain because it is, of course, my first true love. Hopefully this makes up for it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Now that being said, I give you… (drum roll please)….. Chapter 20 of You and I.

Sunday went by very quickly, we drove to Will's house (all four of us), packed up what he would need, for like ever and took it to my- scratch that, our house. He still had a lease on the other place and so we decided that we would leave some stuff there just in case, heaven forbid, we got into a really big fight.

Towards six that afternoon Finn announced that he had to go home, much to Rachel's dismay. After saying quick goobyes he left, leaving our little family. "So… What do you girls want for dinner?"

I looked over at Rachel a mysterious glint in my eye that only shone back at me in hers. "How about Jack's?" Will hung his head. He hated Jack's. I don't know why, I think their food is amazing, but he says their hamburgers are just too dry. Yes, I know what you're thinking, what kind of mother would take their vegetarian daughter to a burger house? Well apparently someone had forced her there once before we had even met and, according to Rachel, their veggie burgers are "to die for". Her words, not mine.

"Oh, come on, Will, it's our favorite," I whined grabbing on to his arm.

Much to my surprise my daughter walked around me to take a similar stance on his other arm, "Yeah, and in all fairness, you asked where we wanted to go." She leaned her head on his shoulder, and so did I, both of us looking up at him and batting our eyelashes.

He sighed heavily and I knew we had won, "Fine," he mumbled. "Go get your shoes on."

"Thanks," we said in unison both reaching up to kiss his cheek. I guess in retrospect it was a little strange how similar we were in our actions, but hey, he caved, right? And besides I was really craving one of their burgers.

Within the next fifteen minutes we were all in the car, Will slightly moping as he drove the car towards his least favorite restaurant. We walked in, Rachel and I chatting about something that had happened earlier that day while Will got us a table. "I hate to interrupt you, Lucy and Ethel, but our table, and the waitress, is waiting," he joked. We merely laughed and followed.

"I'm Lucy right?" Rachel asked him but before he could answer I butted in.

"No, I'm Lucy."

"But Ethel is the older one," she stated with a glint in her eye.

"But Lucy has a child."

"But Lucy is the crazier one, and let's admit it mom, I'm crazier."

"Fine," I conceded. Will merely laughed at us while trying to hide said laughter behind his menu. "Don't laugh so hard baby, that makes you Fred." I kissed his cheek and patted his leg a little higher up than would be considered appropriate in front of my daughter, but she couldn't see anyway, so does it really matter? I heard a very, very faint but primal growl come from his throat and leaned closer into him, feigning interest in my menu.

"Well, darling, I seem to remember that Ethel was older than Fred, am I right?" he asked looking at Rachel who drew a confused face.

"No, I don't think so," she said as she pondered it.

"Well, I resent the implication!" I stated moving to sit by Rachel, suggestively glancing at him before leaning over my menu, giving him just enough of a view to drive him crazy. The waiter soon came to take our orders.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked politely. He took our orders and was off to the kitchen to fill them. Soon he was back and took our food orders. When he was finally gone, Rachel started rambling on about something that Artie told Brittney who told Santana who told Quinn who told Puck who told Finn who told Rachel, and pretty much that's all I got of the conversation. I reached out to get a sugar, allowing him another glance down my shirt as I did so. I don't know what got into me that night, but his pout earlier coupled with our playful teasing had really turned me on and I was definitely going to return the favor. I poured the sugar into my tea and stirred it with the tea spoon that the waiter had given me. When I was satisfied with the solution, I made eye contact with Will, and put the spoon in my mouth sucking on it a bit longer than was necessary and watching as he visibly gulped. I placed the spoon down on the table and turned to Rachel, "Well do Kurt and Mercedes know?" she then began into a spiel about why they didn't know what ever it was and why they couldn't know. She continued talking, blissfully unaware of the sexual tension rising between my boyfriend and I, wow that really does sound juvenile. Oh well!

Soon our food was brought to us and we all enjoyed it in silence. Unable to take the fact that I had not teased him in some way in the last fifteen minutes, I slid my foot over to his tapping it. If we weren't juvenile before, I think playing footsie demoted us to it. But that's the thing. He's just so playful and carefree it makes me feel like a teenager again and I just can't help myself but to do all the things I dreamed of doing when I was a teenager had I ever gotten a boyfriend. Alas I never did, in my teen years, but now I can do all of that without the fear of being ridiculed. Gently his foot reached back over and tapped mine. Mine then stroked his before he did the same. I tapped his foot again and he looked up at me with that sexy stare but I did not feel the foot that I was expecting. Rachel, though, obviously did because she jumped a mile high. Will's face confirmed my suspicions when he turned bright red. "Sorry!" he exclaimed and I had to choke down a laugh.

"No that's ok," she smiled, "It was merely a tap and I probably had my foot in your way anyway. I was just surprised."

I had to stifle another laugh at this. At least he hadn't stroked her foot, that would have been horribly awkward. After another fifteen silent and uneventful minutes I slipped my foot out of my shoe and onto his knee gently gliding inward until-

"Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom," he jumped up sliding out of the booth and in the direction of said bathroom.

"What's wrong with him?" Rachel asked innocently and I wondered how she could be this oblivious, but I was also grateful for it. Suddenly, my phone beeped alerting me of a text message.

Are you trying to kill me?

Will

I laughed and sent back,

Maybe but will you hurry up? I want to go home and got to bed ;)

Shelb

I was not graced by another text message, only the return of a very anxious Will. "Are you girls ready to go?" he asked as he picked up the bill that had been laid down by the waiter during his absence. We quickly paid and made our way home. It seemed as if Will couldn't keep his hands off of me. He guided me with his hand on the small of my back, held my hand in the car, kissed my cheek at a red light. I decided then that maybe I had gone a little too far at the restaurant seeing as that we could do nothing to fulfill our mutual desire until after Rachel had gone to bed. Lucky for us, though, she went straight up after arriving and kissing us good night, something about needing to rest up for tomorrow. Crap, tomorrow was Monday, we really needed to get better at our timing, oh well a day full of tiredness was definitely worth it in my book. Immediately after we heard her door close he had me against the wall his mouth attached to my neck.

"Not here," I breathed pulling him up the stairs by the fingertips of his left hand. We quietly slipped into our room and I locked the door before letting him pull me to our bed. "We are going to have to be quiet," I warned as he began to unbutton my shirt.

"As I seem to recall, I'm not the one with the…. loudness problem," he murmured against the skin of my chest as he continued kissing….. well eating it, is more like it. I smiled. He had made love to me before but something told me that tonight would be more like having sex rather than making love, and I was ok with that. I had never really experienced William Schuester at his most primal state and the thought thoroughly excited me.

Hours later we lay in each other's arms quietly talking and giggling. Yes William Schuester's sated laugh is more like a giggle, but in no way does it take away from his manliness, on the contrary, it actually kind of adds to it. I moved my head up and kissed right behind his ear. "Will?" I mumbled.

"Yes, sweetheart?" his hands resumed their previous up and down movement on my back and the arm I had thrown over his stomach.

"I thought about what you said before. Boyfriend and Girlfriend does kind of sound juvenile," We laughed.

"Do you want to call each other something else?" I heard the amusement in his voice, as he reached over and grabbed something out of the bedside drawer, I imagined it was his medicine. Shoot I had forgotten to take mine, oh well it was just a vitamin and I could wait until tomorrow to take it right? And I would be damned if I went crawling out of his embrace at that moment.

"No not really. I mean there's nothing that sounds better."

"How about partner?" he suggested and I scrunched my nose. Even though I was curled into his chest to where he could only see the back of my head he knew I didn't like it. "We could call each other our sweet hearts." I openly laughed at this. "Ooh, I've got it, how about I call you… my wife?" I froze. There was no laughter, no nose scrunching. I lifted my head off of his chest and looked him in the eye before looking at the gorgeous ring sitting in the box which was sitting on his chest.

"W-what?" I managed to stutter though my mouth had become incredible dry.

"Shelby Corcoran. Shelby. Shelb," he whispered gently brushing my hair behind my ear, "I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you. Since I first heard you laugh. Since I first heard you sing. Since our first kiss, well make out session. Since our second first kiss. Since the first time I made love to you. Since you admitted that I was the first man who ever showered with you, the first man that you ever allowed the intimacy of bathing you. Since when you held me and let me cry into you. Since you dropped everything to go with me to the funeral. Since you were so worried that I would be hurt, but left anyways to be there for your daughter. I say all these since's because I love you more and more every day, with every little thing that you do. I want nothing more than to be there to love you even more every day for the rest of my life, the rest of our life. So will you please, please do me the honor of being my wife. Of being Mrs. Schuester. Or Mrs. Corcoran-Schuester. Or Mrs. Schuester-Corcoran. Or whatever the heck you want to be called," he cupped my face, brushing the tears away with the hand that wasn't resting on my lower back. "Even if you just keep your name entirely. I just want to be able to call you my wife. Mine. So, Shelb, what do ya say? Will you marry me?"

A/N: Yes, I believe I'm going to leave it there! Muwhahahahaha! Lol please let me know what you think…. I'll send you all virtual Christmas in July cookies!

Lizzy

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