A/N: This will probably be the last speedy (as in pratically consecutive) update as real life aka school commences on Monday and for some reason I have this pile of untouched homework...

This was a blast to write!

Chapter Twenty-Five

Emma's POV

By the time Emma had seated herself across from Will at the kitchen table she had reached three conclusions. One: She had never spent so long getting ready for work in her life. It was incredibly difficult to do when neither she nor Will could keep their hands to themselves for longer than five minutes. Two: Will was the worst tease and he enjoyed it far too much and three: He should not be able to turn her on as much as he did with mere words.

Reality crept into her arousal as she eyed the pan of breakfast casserole Will had made once before. It looked as terrifying now as it had then. The fact that she dished up her own piece was an accomplishment. The fact that she cut it smaller than he would have was a step away from that accomplishment.

Will had an aggravating knack for picking up on when she nervous no matter how hard she tried to alter her body language and keep her facial expression in check. He got up and walked over to the refrigerator saying that he had forgotten the milk yet curiously opening the freezer. When he sat back down a box of ice cream was in his hand. He looked at it in mock surprise.

"Oops, that wasn't what I meant to grab, although I guess if I let it sit out long enough it would almost be like milk." She had gotten better at reading him too and that tone meant he was planning something.

"Well since I do have it out how about we have a little before I put it back."

Emma watched as he opened the box relieved when he used a spoon to scoop up a small amount out instead of his finger. Will stood bracing one hand on the edge of the table as he brought the spoon to her mouth making airplane noises which left her giggling too much to listen to his childish request. Taking a deep breath she regained her composure and did as he asked her lips automatically closing around the spoon that was instantly inside her mouth. I'm ingesting dairy. Why is this bothering me? Concentrate on him.

Will withdrew from her personal space and sat back down digging out another bite as he savored his own treat using his tongue to clear off traces she knew weren't there.

"Nothing better than ice cream for breakfast!" Will winked and her mind was flooded with images from their ice cream escapade yesterday.

She only nodded slightly in response because she knew that comment was the end of their banter which meant she was back to what Will had been trying to put her at ease about. The casserole had been forgotten during his attempt but it refused to remain that way.

More than she should have Emma wanted to confess to Will how much this was scaring her. She wanted to tell him about the little things that had been cropping up, the fear, the moment in the bathroom when she had been seconds away from examining her body or the instances when the voice lobbed a snide remark and she longed to not change her mind and say something entirely unrelated. She wanted the comfort of his arms around her as he told her it would be fine as she forced herself to believe him. Emma picked up her fork willing her hand not to shake. My problem, not his.

Will's POV

Humming to himself Will slid the pan out of the oven hissing when the dish towel he had grabbed to cover his hand didn't do its job. He never forgot how the melody of a song went and he definitely wasn't one to go slightly flat or sharp every few notes but he was one of those people this morning and the blame rested entirely on the shoulders of the woman seated at the table a few feet away. Once he had discovered how easy it was to rile her up with well-placed comments it had become his mission to keep her that way for the rest of the day even if he usually did consider such interactions inappropriate for the workplace. That belief had been pushed to the curb while others that identified themselves as exciting and daring stole away without a backwards glance.

His ice cream ploy hadn't proved to be that successful in the long run and Emma was eating a little too fast like she didn't want to have to think about what she was doing. She was done in half the time he was. He frowned as she headed towards the sink. It looked like she was about to say something but thought better of it. I need to stop over-analyzing it's making me paranoid.

He commended himself for keeping his hands on the steering wheel on the drive to work. He complimented himself for continuing the charade by simply planting a kiss on Emma's cheek in the doorway of her office before heading to his.

Will's shoulders slumped when he saw his desk. Sheet music was covering every last inch. As he reluctantly started to examine them he groaned slamming his forehead down harder than he meant to but nonetheless hoping that when he opened his eyes and the pain subsided it would all be gone. Every title page had a star in the corner. Different colored stars. Different colored stars that came with a key so he knew what each one meant. Handwriting was all over the margins all the way down to every last page of every song alternating between scribbled suggestions and capitalized demands which he realized were also multi-colored and merited their own key just to the left of the other. There was even a critique of Brad who apparently kept inserting a G-flat when he was supposed to play a G-sharp and a difficult solo had a certain name next to it. With one swipe Will sent the stress overload fluttering to the ground. Glee was supposed to be his reprieve from the day after hours of brain-dead students repeating Spanish words in a lifeless drone. Glee rehearsal wasn't supposed to betray him like this leaving him devising ways to keep the practice cut to an hour or if he was lucky under an hour. The sole cause being a strong-willed, stubborn brunette that was the walking definition of a diva that now that he thought about it he hoped was too sick to come to school. She would still come to Glee. She would corner me from a distance probably standing in front of the door with my luck.

The bell rang and Will cursed Rachel's ability to ruin his plans without physically being present. Spanish quizzes that were now over three weeks old were scattered amongst the sheet music. Bending down to gather it all up he noticed "Sorry, Mr. Schue but there are some things more important than grading Spanish quizzes," scrawled across a page. His eyes widened when he noticed that it wasn't even Rachel's and worse, the person it belonged to was a very sweet girl who simply did not grasp anything about the language. How the hell am I supposed to explain that? Maybe I will accidently lose it.

Giving a student another chance to take a quiz they failed was a perfectly plausible reason for dropping it in the paper shredder. It had nothing to do with what Rachel wrote. He was just a nice guy.

First-period Spanish was the worst. Once he had approached Principal Figgins about the possibility of giving caffeine injections to the students figuring that with some of the antics he allowed Sue to pull off that he might agree. All he had received was a glare and a reprimand for even thinking of shooting kids up with an illegal substance. He wouldn't have done it anyways, not really even if Figgins had given him the okay. Will had tried to point out that caffeine wasn't illegal by drawing the administrator's attention to the coffee mug on his desk. The mug in question and the illegal substance it supposedly contained had walked out with him and Will had yet to see Figgins drink coffee since.

A small knock on the door stopped his futile attempts to drill any of the morning's lesson plan into the bodies before him. Emma had once jokingly told him the vast majority of their brain would be yellow if an fMRI were run. She followed by saying his would be red almost black. Apparently yellow meant little to no activity and red to black meant that section of the brain was firing like crazy. It made sense to him, he felt crazy standing up in front of students talking to himself while he pretended to be addressing them.

Finn was sitting closest to the door and got up to let whoever was interrupting any progress he might have been making in. Will didn't bother to take note of the person until Finn greeted "Ms.P" excitedly saying that she had been missed and definitely needed to come to Glee rehearsal this afternoon. Now, Will was paying attention because she had never intruded on one of his classes before. She was gone before he could say anything and his attention was drawn from the empty doorway to a note Finn placed in the palm of his hand telling him that it was some sort of announcement he was required to make. Will sighed and decided that evil forces determined to not let him teach anything were aligning somewhere in the cosmos.

Unfolding the paper he began to read, "Last ni-," and promptly pretended to be overcome with a coughing fit trying to buy himself time to come up with a cover.

"Last semester," he began again, "the grades in Spanish One left something to be… desired." Bad word choice and semester sounds nothing like night. Smooth, very smooth.

Not only had Emma just hit him below the belt again about his teaching abilities but she had also almost mortified him in front of students who would have spontaneously started paying attention as he took whatever iota of respect they might have had for his position as their teacher and chucked it out the window, indefinitely.

He hastily shoved the pink post-it note into his pocket before turning around to continue the chart he had been drawing concentrating extra hard on making the lines straight. It wasn't working. That sentence was burned into his mind which was probably black in certain areas. Areas related to arousal and lust and plotting revenge.

"Last night you weren't very nice and you're going to pay for that mister, or should I call you Mr. Schuester since you are in class and hopefully you had enough sense to stop reading by now."

Emma's POV

Emma grinned wickedly as she walked away from Will's classroom feeling a fleeting twinge of regret in case he actually did read the entire sentence out loud. He would never live that down. It would be passed on from student to student, grade-level to grade-level, from outgoing students to incoming ones and the only reason her regret might become more than fleeting is if they remembered that she was the one who brought him the note.

An electronic tone indicated the end of first period and Emma had completely forgotten that second hour was Will's free period until a balled up scrap of pink paper landed smack dab in the center of the letter of recommendation she had been working on for the pasty forty minutes. Brushing it away she continued to write until a hand closed around hers forcing her to draw sloppy circles and crooked lines all over what was going to be the last sentence.

"Will, I've been working on-"

"I don't care, it serves you right. You, "he emphasized the word, "almost caused me to do something that would have caused irreparable damage to my reputation which wasn't very nice, bordering on disrespectful if I do say so myself." A corner of his mouth turned up while he stared directly into her eyes.

Disrespectful was never going to be a simple word with a prefix ever again. Emma forced her features to take on the appearance of confusion saying that she had no idea what he was talking about.

"Oh I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, "he motioned to the waded paper ball with a tilt of his head.

Will stood up and walked around the desk that separated them briefly glancing out the window as he placed his hands on either side of her nipping at her ear as he began to recite what she had written inserting his own changes as he went along.

"What you just did was not very nice and you're going to pay for that missy, or should I say Ms. Pillsbury since you are at work and hopefully you have enough sense to realize what you just started."

Her mouth parted slightly when Will nipped her ear again tugging playfully and dropped open completely when he brushed past her without another word or even a look over his shoulder.

I know what I started and somehow I am going to do something you would never expect me to.

Emma had no idea how she was going to stun Will and probably herself as well. Lately she had been partaking in things that she never dreamed she would have and watching Will's reactions had caused her free-time to be riddled with possible scenarios. Feelings this intense had never been in her life before and there were only magnified when she thought about her confession the other night.

Signing her name at the bottom of her fifth re-write of a letter of recommendation she now had memorized Emma proudly placed it safely in a green folder labeled "Letters of Recommendation." At least something was in its rightful place today. Emma glanced at the hands on the clock above her door it was fourth period which meant there was only one more hour before lunch.

"Ms. P, could I maybe talk to you about something?"

Finn was standing in her doorway fidgeting like he always did before he walked into her office. Emma motioned him in telling him not to worry about whatever it was he wanted to discuss because she had heard everything.

"I'm worried about Mr. Schue, he seemed really…off after you dropped by to give him that note."

This isn't happening. I know it isn't because this is Finn and he exists in a perpetual state of oblivion. Sorry Finn.

She would have offered him a small smile and told him how great it was that he was so concerned about the well-being of his teacher if she hadn't been trying to discretely slide the note Finn was referring to off of her desk.

When it finally went over the edge she refocused her attention on the teen only to see the wad roll across the carpet along the side of her desk to stop by Finn's foot and Emma was without a doubt absolutely positive this situation could not get any more compromising.

When the note started to unfold she retracted that and decided that there was always a more compromising situation waiting just around the corner. How does a piece of paper roll across carpet and out of nowhere start to unfold?

She wasn't quick enough either with words or movements to stop Finn from picking it up and she knew he was only being nice but right now she wished he wasn't. The paper fell open as soon as his fingers closed around and his eyes widened before they shot up to her and just as quickly returned to the ground as he chucked the paper onto her desk.

"…um…you know it's no big deal really. I think he's just…stressed…sectionals and all." Finn was gone before Emma had fully registered the events that had just unfolded brought about because of the incriminating piece of evidence that had unfolded first.

Will breezed into her office with a two brown paper bags and a genuine smile as he told her that he didn't think it was possible to miss someone so much when he was in the same building as them. She tried to feel warm and fuzzy at his flattery but the only thing she was feeling was the unwelcome sensation of uneasiness in the pit of her stomach when he began to set food out between them.

Apple, safe. Orange juice, safe. Chocolate chip cookies, unsafe. Chicken Alfredo pasta, more than unsafe. What am I doing? Stop it, okay distraction. Think of a distraction.

"Finn read the note," she blurted out loudly.

"Nice try Em, you're getting good at this. You had me goin' for a sec." He gave her a thumbs-up as he dropped the now empty bags to the floor.

"Will, I'm serious, he read the note."

His smile faltered and disappeared completely when she told him about how Finn had come to visit saying he was worried and that when she tried to push the note off of her desk afraid he might recognize the paper it had rolled across the floor and unfolded as he picked it up. There was a cautious skepticism written all over Will's face as he asked if she was sure he had actually read it.

"He mumbled that you were just probably stressed and ran out. He read it."

"Oh my God how am I supposed to face him in rehearsal today? I was already dreading having to deal with Rachel. She doesn't seem so bad next to this. I'm going to have to talk to him about a solo, help him with dance moves and hopefully avoid having to look him In the eye while doing all of that. We're going to be in the same room…" Will leaned back in his chair placing one hand on his forehead running it through his hair.

"You have no room to talk. I was alone with him and less than a foot away as he read something that will probably traumatize him for life. That trumps anything you will have to put with in Glee."

The sound of Will's laugh as he agreed and simultaneously poked fun at her attempt to work him up ending in the robbing of a student's innocence made her forget her aversion to the food on her desk as she latched onto an apple and threw it at him. Will didn't move probably due to her stellar history of never hitting her target no matter how close she was. Emma sat back triumphantly when it slammed into his forehead as he nearly fell out of his chair when he jumped at the unexpected impact.

A playful smile tugged at his lips when he told her she was going to pay for that and Emma couldn't believe that he was still being so suggestive after everything that had just happened. He took a bite of his pasta slurping a stray noodle into his mouth as he raised his eyebrows at her licking his lips slowly to get any remaining sauce.

That was all it took for Emma to dismiss the incident with Finn for the moment and refocus her thoughts figuring out how to render William Schuester speechless until the man that in her mind was currently pressed against a wall in a darkened auditorium told her that she was running out of time and had better eat up.

Remembering breakfast she started with the apple nibbling away making sure to talk about how good it was. Next was the orange juice which although caused her to grimace when the liquid stretched her stomach more than she was comfortable with she would have drank two gallons to avoid the remaining item. She engaged Will in more conversation, asking him about sectionals and how Josh was fitting in. Occasionally she slipped in a flirty expression all in the name of distraction as she poked her fork aimlessly into the pasta. By the time the bell rang she had managed to consume less than half lying when Will asked why telling him she had been too absorbed in what he was saying as she wondered why she was doing any of this to begin with. There was nothing visible in his nod that made Emma think he didn't believe her before he gathered up the containers leaving hers behind and headed off to another group of foreign-language impaired teenagers.

Emma didn't have any more scheduled appointments for the afternoon and as she was left alone with thoughts she didn't want to entertain she hoped for a walk-in and she didn't care if it was Finn.

It was all starting gradually just like it had in the beginning but she was aware of it this time. She knew the warning signs and recognized every single one as it slowly re-entered her life. Pulling a sticky note from a nearby stack she wrote down everything she could remember about her behavior when the eating disorder had been at its worst checking off the ones that she was starting to notice now. It took eleven post-it notes and there were probably things she hadn't thought of but it was reassuring that only four items had a slash through them so she crumpled all of the bright pink rectangles into a heap and slid them into the trash because if only four things out of a list of over thirty were crossed off it wasn't that big of a deal and she was getting worked up over nothing.

Will's POV

Standing just outside the door Will decided that it couldn't hurt to get to practice before everyone else. Students were starting to flood the halls racing around making plans for the evening and there was a strong chance he might bump into Finn. Turning the handle he stepped in automatically glancing to the risers as if someone would actually be there.

No way.

The exchange between him and the teen as they tried to make small talk while intently studying whatever they could find to avoid having to look at each other was filled with far too many pauses and he was absolutely positive it was never going to end. When the door started to open he wanted to jump for joy and wrap his arms around the student who was unknowingly going to save him from what was the most awkward moment in his teaching career to date.

Finn's POV

Some alien life form must have taken over his body because he didn't remember anything after reading that note in Ms. Pillsbury's office, the note that was meant for Mr. Schue's eyes only, the note that contained the sentence that had told him far too much about their personal lives. Finn was genuinely happy that they had finally gotten together. He just didn't care to know that they had literally gotten together.

Shaking his head to maybe jar the picture of Ms. P's writing out of his mind Finn glanced around the choir room. He was here a full fifteen minutes earlier than he needed to be because he had caught sight of Mr. Schue down the hall and this was the nearest escape. Weird stares were going to be thrown his way when the others trickled in because he was always late.

The door creaked slightly and Finn looked over to see who the first questioner would be when his eyes met Mr. Schue's. Finn froze immediately focusing his attention anywhere than where it had just been noticing absently that the series of cracks in the risers between his feet looked mysteriously like the face of Jesus.

No way, about Mr. Schue, not riser-crack Jesus. Why am I explaining my own thoughts to myself?

He was incapable of putting more than two words together as he stuttered on about how football practice was going keeping his eyes riveted to riser-crack Jesus so there wasn't even the slightest chance he might catch a glimpse of the man on the other side of the room.

Mr. Schue was his favorite teacher. Mr. Schue was his favorite teacher who he now knew was banging Ms. P and from what he had been unfortunate enough to read, being a tease about it.

Another creak caused both of them to glance hopefully at the door. Finn couldn't see who it was yet but he was on the verge of bolting over there to thank them profusely for removing him from this situation. Out of the corner of his eye he did notice Mr. Schue's mouth drop open which he thought was a really weird way to greet a student even if it was probably Rachel until Ms. P walked in.

By the time the older man mumbled an excuse that even he wasn't gullible enough to fall for as he started to practically shove Ms. P out the door the whole thing was hands-down the most awkward moment out of his entire school career and that was saying a lot for him.

Emma's POV

Biting her lip as she stood just outside the choir room door Emma deeply regretted promising to come watch the kids this afternoon. She had caught sight of Will entering the classroom from across the hall and although it was strangely early for him she was always prompt and maybe getting in before all the kids would calm her nerves. And maybe Finn will have gone home sick.

Pushing the door open Emma smiled at Will frowning when his mouth fell open in a look that she could only describe as a combination of disbelief and horror. His eyes darted quickly to the left as she started to move towards him following his subtle hint only to find Finn sporting the same expression. It was obvious from the distance between them that their encounter hadn't been planned either.

Emma was instantly as immobile as the two men in the room in what was officially the most awkward moment in her career as a guidance councilor and her OCD and Mysophobia had landed her in some pretty embarrassing situations.

She practically hugged Will when he said he forgot some music. All three of them knew it was a lie but not one of them cared. Will grabbed her by the shoulder turning her around and whispering for her to please get the door just before Rachel slammed into both of them immediately demanding to know if Will had looked through the songs she left on his desk as she threw a casual grin in her direction and effectively blocked their only means of escape.

Smiling in return Emma forced Will to take a couple steps back so the brunette could walk in. Rachel wouldn't have been her first choice but considering the circumstances she was in no position to be picky. The other students came barreling in shortly after all of them asking how she was doing while Mercedes enveloped her in a Mercedes-style hug not letting go until Will gently pulled her away. Emma didn't miss the fact that even though he was looking at the young woman he was laughing at her.

Reluctantly she sat next to Rachel only because the chair was the farthest away from Finn who she had not even dared to glance at. Will greeted everyone and Emma was relieved when he started to talk because it meant she could stare directly at him and nothing else. He, just like she was, never turned his head in the direction of Finn. Will was like a typewriter, every time his gaze started wander to that side of the room it snapped back. Emma and everyone else looked up with questioning eyes when Will told the class that they could work on helping each other with choreography when Rachel pointed out that Finn was not catching on to anything. Hastily he added that he would gladly go over the songs she left on his desk if she would run and get them which Emma had to give him credit for. It did distract the teenager who had clearly been moments away from suggesting that he help Finn get caught up although the fact that he had just willingly subjected himself to Rachel and her opinions left her puzzled. Briefly his eyes found hers and conveyed only one message, that yes he really was that desperate.

I bet I can make you more desperate, a different kind of desperate.

Moving up a row so that her back was against the mirror she called out that the song the kids were performing sounded great. She had no idea how the song was sounding let alone what it was called she only wanted Will to look at her. The second he did Emma smirked and raised her eyebrows pretending to scratch he knee allowing her skirt to move up just a tad as she removed her hand. Will continued to watch her, his eyes boring holes into her body. While she didn't know anything about the song she had been taking note of the dance moves watching for the ones that would work to her advantage. When the girls turned around so that they were facing her with flirty expressions and a sensual come hither motion that must have fit into the lyrics somehow Emma stood up and mimicked them grinning when Rachel and Quinn burst into a fit of giggles while Mercedes shouted out "Damn girl, why you been holdin' out on us? You got some moves!"

Mercedes stopped dancing and took a few steps towards the bottom row of risers, "Okay, now I wanna see what you can do so copy me got it?"

Mercedes placed her hands on her hips and began to circle them to the beat of the music. For a moment Emma considered acting awkward and uncoordinated but she wanted to impress the girl and torture Will. Pretending to watch Mercedes' movements very carefully Emma rotated her hips in a few times before risking to sneak a peek at Will. He was leaning against the piano and for all intents and purposes it appeared that he was simply watching the kids in front of him until Emma noticed that his eyes were riveted on her torso.

Asking Mercedes to give her something else to try she watched and this time did bulk a little after the teenager had finished.

"Alright Ms. P, if you can do that then I am officially impressed and that don't happen easy."

While she usually backed down from direct challenges especially when they made her uneasy this one was worth it and even if she did screw it up horribly Will would still probably be turned on. She had a feeling he already was.

Thankful that the song was as long as it was Emma bent over at her waist wincing a bit from the stretching yesterday and in time with the song shook her head from side to side feeling her hair fly out. Just like Mercedes had she gripped her legs just above her knee repeating the head-toss four times. Emma began to straighten up letting her hands trail up her torso and over her chest before they fisted in her hair pulling it up almost as though it were in a pony tail. She locked her eyes on Will keeping her mouth partially open and her face tilted down so she was having to look up to see him. Much to her amusement she noticed that an irritated Rachel was waving sheet music in his face and to an outsider it probably looked like his increased breathing rate was the result of frustration, from Rachel anyways. Noticing that Rachel was about to turn to see what was distracting Will Emma quickly sat down smiling sweetly at the girl. She laughed as Will held up a finger to cut Rachel off when she whirled back around as he far too quickly sat down behind the piano.

The number ended and Emma glowered at Will when he took away her fun by telling the kids, including Rachel, to turn and face the mirror saying that since they actually had one they should use it once in a while. The band started an upbeat piece and Emma focused her attention on the kids. At least he can't do anything back, not with the mirror behind me.

Emma waited for him to look at her before she mouthed, "I win."

It wasn't even twenty seconds into the song before Will pushed the bench he was sitting on out from behind the piano scooting it so it was along the side instead. He straddled it propping one elbow on his knee with his chin in his palm while his other hand rested between his legs on top of the lid. Emma disguised her grin by winking at Mercedes when she did one of the moves she had just done herself knowing that Will wouldn't be able to do anything else without running the risk of getting caught. The grin fell from her face and she instantly felt a heat starting to pool between her legs when Will's thumb lazily traced circles along the surface of the piece of furniture he was sitting on. Quickly she realized her miscalculation. If anyone were to look at him all he would have to do is wipe the lustful smirk off his face and they wouldn't give how he was sitting or what he was doing a second thought.

She endured two more bouts of torture set to music as Will found increasingly clever ways to hide sexual gestures under the guise of commonplace occurrences. He had pulled his shirt out from his pants and loosened his tie while he had practically devoured her with his eyes. Next he had taken a long drink of water from the bottle beside him on the piano and purposefully allowed some to spill down his chest. Emma had figured he would stop there but he just set the bottle on the floor and rubbed his hand over the damp streak lowering it until he grabbed himself so briefly that if she hadn't been paying such close attention she would have missed it as he mouthed that he was winning.

No you're not.

Hoping one of the kids didn't prove to be a shelter-belt to the proverbial wind she was throwing her caution into Emma returned his silent statement with one of her own.

Fuck you Will.

Even Emma was impressed by how fast he stood up, kicked the piano bench back to where it was supposed to be and sat down scooting as far forward as he possibly could no longer looking at her. The last song was finally over and the kids excitedly ran out the door calling out good-byes. Will's own good-bye had been weak and strained and the entire time he never did stand up. In Emma's opinion the best part of the entire afternoon was Rachel running up to hug him from behind for giving her a solo she said she wouldn't let him down on. Will had been completely clueless but Emma was privy to everything and the look of panic on his face as Rachel's arms wrapped around his waist was priceless.

As soon as the door clicked closed behind Rachel Will was across the room and standing on the back row of risers inches away from her. There was nothing but pure, raw lust in his eyes as he pushed her against the mirror crashing his lips against hers before he started blazing a trail down her neck. Roughly he pulled the collar of her shirt aside and Emma cried out sharply when he sunk his teeth into her skin. This wasn't a playful nip. What he was doing to her right now could only be described as biting. Will slowly released her from between his teeth sucking hard at the spot that still stung pulling away just enough to tell her that he wanted to show the world that she was his before his mouth returned to her skin. Will pinned her between himself and the mirror with his hips as he continued to alternate between licking and nipping. They were both breathing heavily when he pulled himself away from her. Will rested his forehead against hers lust replaced with love as he told her they needed to get going to make it to their therapy sessions on time. Just as they were going to head out the door Will stopped.

"That looks like Finn's book bag. I hope he doesn't need anything."

Finn's POV

He was almost out the last set of doors separating him from the sexual tension he felt had physically assaulted him and blessed freedom where he was going to watch good, clean cartoons for hours on end and write a paper he couldn't put off any longer.

Paper. Book bag. Shit.

Finn cursed as he did an about turn just as his hand closed around the handle that would lead him to a careless world of Bugs bunny reruns and back into the alternate universe that was too messed up to even merit a Twilight Zone episode.

He hated being in the school after everyone else had left. Everything was creepy when it was quiet even if the lights were still on and a few teachers remained holed up in their rooms pretending to grade papers while they chatted on facebook.

Concentrating on not screaming like a girl when the hall lights were turned off he quickly opened the door to the choir room. Never in a million years would he admit to anyone that he was always afraid something was going to jump him from behind when he was in the dark. He could see his book bag about six feet away and apparently Mr. Schue had forgotten to turn off the lights not that he minded right now.

Finn kept his eyes trained on his target until he heard someone whisper. Fear surged through him as he stilled trying to figure out who could be in the choir room and why they would be whispering and most importantly what they were saying. He squeezed his eyes closed listening as hard as he could before he alerted whoever it was to his presence by bolting out the door in a less than graceful manner.

"I want to show the whole world that your mine."

Swallowing hard at the threat that had sounded low, throaty and menacing Finn very cautiously turned his head in the direction it had originated from.

I'm not seeing this. It's a bad dream, a dream that will leave me scarred for life but it's a dream and Mr. Schue is standing on top of riser-crack Jesus in this dream.

Mr. Schue had Ms. P backed against the mirror that Finn was never going to be able to look at the same way again and was biting and sucking on her neck. It felt like he was paralyzed until the sight of his teacher grinding his pelvis against the woman beneath him combined with a whimper that Finn wouldn't forget for the rest of his life forced him into action, reverse action.

Screw it…bad word choice…It's not like I was going to actually write the paper anyways. Besides I'm pretty sure that if I walked in to Mr. Schue's office tomorrow and told him that I had forgotten my book bag in the choir room and then conveniently let slip that I saw him practically dry-fucking Ms. P against the mirror he would let it slide but I could never say that and I'm going to get an F and Bugs bunny reruns just aren't going to cut it anymore.

Finn didn't even notice this time as he finally made it outdoors walking aimlessly as his thoughts swirled around everything he had unintentionally learned and nothing teachers had attempted to make him learn. Mr. Schue and Ms. P were getting it on, Mr. Schue was a tease, Ms. P was a tease and clearly not as innocent as she came off as and Mr. Schue was not as gentle as he led people to believe in class and he had definitely been sporting a hard-on when he sat behind the piano.

I need disinfectant for my brain.

Emma's POV

Any hint of sexual tension was abolished as soon as they set foot into the lobby. There were running late thanks to Will's hands and Emma had barely had a chance to sit down before Dan came out to get her warm smile at the ready. Trailing behind him Emma started formulating responses to questions she might be fielded and if Dan would have read her thoughts and turned to ask her why she wouldn't have been able to tell him.

"How are you today Emma? I hope Virginia wasn't too stressful." Soft and soothing just like always.

"I'm good, good, Virginia, Virginia was great, except for the whole being there to get my stuff because my mom died thing." Emma paused that did not sound like her at all.

"Well let's start with the good then."He was as good at prompting as Will which had Emma contemplating causality.

"It was relaxing for the most part if you detract the one-sided fist fight between Will and my brother. He's never been the nicest to me and something he said while I was eating set Will off. I've never had anyone stand up for me like that before."

"Here comes the cliché but it's a valid question. How did that make you feel?" Dan was chuckling behind his hand slightly.

Emma couldn't keep a straight face when she asked someone that either.

"It was…exhilarating. I wanted to cry because I couldn't believe that someone cared about me that much. So much that they, Will, that he would risk being hurt because he couldn't stand that my brother's words had hurt me. My brother backed down and he never did say anything mean the rest of the time I was there although he was conveniently gone a lot after that and I know Mr. Benson's fence isn't that bad."

"What happened after that?"

Will came upstairs to say he was sorry and I threw myself at him and we ended up on the bed and it was wonderful until the alarm went off.

"We went to a line dance."

Emma gave a brief rundown of her love of line dancing and Will's numerous misfortunes including the one that ended up with him on his butt. They discussed other things about the trip and Emma tried to keep it light-hearted talking about the barrel racing or the ride Will had drug her on. She was working very hard to keep things above the surface when the man across from her was trained to delve below it.

"What about food? How's that been going?" Dan questioned gently.

"Really good actually, it's a lot easier to eat things than it used to be. I don't have to work as hard. The other day I even had ice cream."

She had added the last as an afterthought because it sounded like progress and if she thought about it she had made progress just not in the way Dan was probably thinking.

"Oh? How did that come about? Why ice cream?"

I'm definitely not telling you that.

"Will wanted some, he's like a five-year old sometimes and he wouldn't leave me alone until I tried some." Or something like that.

"He's good at getting you to do things you aren't comfortable with. He's a pretty special guy. You're lucky and I hope the ice cream was good. I love ice cream. I'm a traditionalist though, favorite flavor is vanilla."

Emma cleared her throat, "Really? That's funny because that's what we had and it tasted really good. Better than good and we didn't just have ice cream.

"Has the voice been bothering you at all lately?" He was watching her intently and Emma wasn't sure she liked it.

"It hasn't for a few weeks, it was around when I was at home but that was only because of what I was doing. It's left me alone during meal times for a while now." Details I need details.

"This morning Will made a breakfast casserole that the last time I could barely eat but I didn't have a problem with it today. I even had more than one piece." Could have done better with the details.

She was getting nervous and she could tell by the way Dan was looking at her from over the top of his glasses that he knew it.

"How about after everything this weekend, how are you holding up on that front?"

Emma had completely spaced off spur of the moment Saturday appointment. It was the truth when she told him she had all but forgotten about it because really she had.

Dan slyly glanced down at his watch and Emma did the same with the clock. The hour had gone by surprisingly fast considering she didn't think she had talked that much. Stopping in front of Will with Dan next to her she smiled playfully punching him in the stomach as he stood up. Settling into the dent his body had left in the cushion Emma ignored the lies she had just told.

Will's POV

"You have a certain unmistakable glint in your eyes." There was an unmistakable knowing glint in Dan's eyes and Will knew he had just been caught.

He was still trying to figure out how to respond when Dan waved him off saying that he really didn't need to know but it was nice to have a guy to talk with once in a while because most of his clients were women. Will had nodded in understanding when he mentioned the outrageous sexual harassment protocols. They were ten times worse in schools.

"So she told me Virginia was good, that it was relaxing, mentioned something about you punching her brother I believe. If I remember correctly you are neither adept at riding horses or line dancing and you didn't know barrel racing could be something other than that done with horses. Missing anything?"

Yes, a lot of things actually. Why didn't she tell him anything? I knew she wouldn't talk about Gates but I thought she would have talked about the other…stuff.

Will found himself rememorizing the carpet as he told Dan that he was missing a lot.

"The first day there she wanted to listen to her ipod and I let her until I realized she was doing it to avoid having to deal with the reasons we were there. She said it was too quiet and then she broke down. I felt horrible. I can't imagine what she felt like walking into her room and seeing all of her stuff and some of her mom's boxed up like that. I've never thought about my parents dying as much as I have now. I never want to go through what Emma did and that's a selfish thing to say but everyone's selfish now and again I guess."

Taking a breath he thought about what it would be like to walk into his mother's house never knowing what would be gone next, about it what it would be like to box up her clothes or books, about how it would feel like he was compartmentalizing her box by box to another time in his life.

"We had some food issues."

Dan jumped in before Will could elaborate stating that Emma had told him she was doing really well with food, that it was easier to eat and that just this morning she had eaten a second piece of the casserole he had made. Will didn't hear anything after that.

She didn't have a second piece.

Flipping the tables Will asked if Emma had said anything the voice and whether or not it had been present. He knew that it was at times because the expression on her face as she stared at food when it was talking was something he had learned to read like a book. She had been fighting with it their first night in Virginia with the chicken and through almost every other meal out there except the one on the hay bale. His worry about it had subsided somewhat this morning. Emma had looked nervous but it hadn't appeared to have been anything that serious because she ate…one piece, not two. There was the spheghettios thing but he wasn't going to bring that up. He didn't know what had caused her to run to the bathroom but he chose to believe her when she said she hadn't been thinking about throwing up. He needed to believe her on something.

"She said it was around a bit in Virginia but that was it." There was a cautious tint to his voice like he was drawing the same conclusion that Will was, that maybe Emma wasn't being entirely truthful.

I need to get this out before I lose my nerve.

"I found some emails in a folder when I was helping Emma go through boxes. She said they were between her and a guy who had been almost like a father to her from junior high through high school. She was completely clueless about them. It was some weird virtual trip where they both add a piece to the story and the other continues it. The things that he said were not appropriate at all and yet Emma was convinced it was harmless. I read her parts where he very directly alluded to having sex, where he," Will's grip on the arm of the couch tightened, "stepped out of the story to say things no one in their thirties should ever to say to a sixteen year old and even after everything that happened I would bet anything that Emma would forgive him in a heartbeat and go running back."

"Don't ask, I'll just keep going," Will stopped the question that was on Dan's lips," We went into town, I'll get into that reason later, and we bumped into this guy. I tried to get Emma to let me go along or not go at all but she wouldn't listen so I took her to a park, watched as she ran towards the guy I had just seen hug her far to intimately and drove away. I fucking drove away. Why the hell did I do that? I knew that was a bad situation. I knew it and I left her there."

Will stopped trying to reign in his mounting anger so he could continue noticing that Dan must be a quick learner because there was no prompting.

"I made her take her phone and hide it. I was getting groceries when she called and all I wanted to do was call the police but I couldn't hang up. I heard him say…that he wasn't going to lose the chance to do something he had wanted to do for years. That wasn't the worst part though. The worst part was when he asked her if she could feel what she was doing to him. That was when I lost it. I couldn't think. I don't know how I managed to get to that park because I don't even remember the drive now. I tackled him. I punched him. I broke some ribs and I wanted to destroy him for hurting her. I've never felt that much rage for another human being. I didn't even know I could feel that way. It's scary you know, "Will looked up," when you realize that everything you have told yourself for years about what you would do in certain situations was just a stream of meaningless words. When you realize that you really are capable of turning into the person you said you would never be. I always told myself I would never fall prey to my emotions like that but I swear if that cop hadn't torn me away from him…"

He wasn't going to say that. Saying what he was scared he might have done if he hadn't been stopped would uncover a part of his nature that he wanted to be left buried. He was a teacher, he taught Spanish and directed a Glee club and he shouldn't still feel the way he did about Marshall Gates.

"It's normal. A normal reaction to being threatened, you like dogs, they react when provoked. An attack or violent outburst in your case is never random. There are always signs, yours were there they were just submersed in rage. Your heart rate picked up, your palms started sweating, your eyes dilated and your body prepared for action by flooding your system with adrenaline. What you did, what you felt, there is nothing wrong with that. If someone would have gone after my wife like that and a cop hadn't come along I would be able to finish that sentence you left open. On the same token if the cop was there and he did pull me off I would still be feeling the same anger and rage right now. It's just like a dog's reaction Will. If one dog is threatened by another they will go through a whole plethora of behaviors before they resort to violence and when they do, if they are broke up, when they see each other again they will pick up right where they left off." Dan's voice was blessedly calm.

"I wish more dog owner's thought like you," he joked because he couldn't be serious not when he was so afraid of the side of himself that had held that man against a tree with only one thing in mind.

Dan didn't say anything after his quip and Will assumed that it was probably because it hadn't sounded humorous but rather tired and defeated.

"Let's switch topics," Dan paused obviously trying to think of what to say.

That's okay I have a whole variety of issues to choose from over here.

"She overheard me telling a co-worker I was afraid she was going to die and the night before last she said she was ready to have sex."

Those two issues were not supposed to be combined.

"That's…a unique pairing I guess." Dan chuckled softly and lightened the mood just as effectively as he had on Saturday.

Will calmly explained that they hadn't talked about either issue much relieved when Dan said they could address the first one as a group. The relief was short-lived and fizzled when Dan asked Will what he thought about the second part.

Could I get away with saying "I'm a guy. What do you think I thought?" No, I couldn't and I wouldn't because I'm not that kind of guy.

"I asked her if she was sure and told her to just ask if she had questions and made her promise to tell me if she changed her mind."

"What would she have questions about?" The calming effect of Dan's voice was lost when he was hopelessly cornered.

How can I talk my way out of this without telling him more than Emma probably wants him to know?

"Just general questions, nothing specific."

That really wasn't an answer for what he asked and this isn't going to get me anywhere.

"Therapist-client confidentiality requested please." He sounded snobbish on purpose.

Through a smile Dan told him that his request had officially been granted. Will took a deep breath and prepared for some sort of apocalypse once the word "virgin" left his mouth. Nothing that he had been thinking about happened. The building was still standing and more importantly Dan wasn't laughing or if he was he was doing an incredible job at hiding it.

"So it's a big deal for both of you, have you?" If there was ever a sentence that didn't require an ending that was it.

Will kicked around whether or not he should talk about this before it sunk in that he really didn't have another guy to discuss these things with and if he didn't start the ball rolling now when something happened that he really wanted advice about it would only be ten times more embarrassing to bring up in a session because the ice would be two-feet thick.

Not for one second had Will allowed himself to believe that a physical relationship with Emma would magically happen with no complications. There were going to be things they would have to work their way through. Balancing her desires with his was going to take time. Getting her up to the point where she felt comfortable letting him try different things would take more time and convincing her that she shouldn't feel bad if she wasn't okay with something he was doing would probably take forever. When all of that was successfully navigated he was left with larger, much more delicate issues.

"So, what was the ice cream for?"

He tried control his reaction but his eyes widened against his wishes. How the hell?

"She blushed," Dan supplied, "people don't blush when they talk about eating ice cream unless it involved…more than eating. I'm not asking for details, I don't want details but whose idea was it?"

Grinning Will chose the couch over Dan's face, "It was hers actually. She was standing in the store, oh I got her to go grocery shopping by the way, and I could tell she wanted some. I never thought…I just assumed her hesitation was due to it being a dairy product and I guess that was some of it…"

Telling Dan not to ask an obvious question earlier was working in his favor now. He hated having to pause all the time to listen to something he already had an answer lined up for.

"I didn't expect her to go through with it but she did more than I ever dreamed she would." Will worked to not let his mind wander.

"Will how many guy friends do you have to just sit around and bluntly discuss stuff like this with?" Would he count Sue?

"…none." That's embarrassing.

"So as a self-appointed friend if I were to ask you if it was good what would you say?" Dan sounded uneasy this time and Will knew they had more of a friendship then the labels of therapist and client allotted.

"I would say it was fucking amazing." Dan returned his hundred-watt smile with a hearty chuckle and Will relaxed into the couch because it hadn't dawned on him until just then how much he wanted someone to talk to like this about her.

"That, or anything else won't get back to her right?" if there was even a chance he wasn't doing this.

"Never, I would suggest meeting somewhere…normal like a bowling alley or something but they frown on that kind of interaction actually they would frown on this interaction but at least they won't randomly stumble upon us because there is only one door." Dan winked and Will laughed harder than he had all day which was a pretty amazing accomplishment considering.

"She's adorably innocent about a lot of things and yet so forward. It's the strangest contrast, not that I'm complaining of course. She," Will tried to keep his voice steady," wrote this note and delivered it to my class and had a student tell me it was something I had to announce. I'm never going to blindly read anything from her without skimming first, it saved my neck today." He knew Dan was curious so he carried on.

"She gave me a hard time about being a tease basically but it was clear enough that if I would have read it out loud I would forever be that one teacher that students spend the entire class period staring at as they write on the board while wondering about their sex life. I don't want to be that teacher. The thought of even one student knowing anything about any of that is disturbing enough let alone a whole class." Thank God all Finn has to work with is a sentence.

Dan was unsuccessfully trying to stifle his laughter with his hand and resorted to slapping his knee instead. Will was enjoying this, friendly conversation. Heavy issues left behind just because they could be.

"Oh wait, it gets so much worse. You won't believe this but one of my Glee kids read the note."

He waited for Dan to regain control before he launched into the rest of his story.

"This, this is sit-com worthy. I could write a show I swear. I went into the choir room early to avoid Finn and he was already there. I have never been so embarrassed in my life and I deeply regret that as an adult you lose the option to just run away from an awkward situation. When the door opened we were both relieved and it turned out to be Emma," Will had to take a couple deep breaths to hold his laughter at bay," So anyways there we are, Finn and I still hadn't looked at each other and I don't know about him but I was wishing for a freak natural disaster, Emma walks in and I finally have the idea to make up an excuse which I know no one believed and just as we were about to walk out another Glee student comes barreling in and stands right in front of the door as she asked whether or not I had read the music she left on my desk. She's…dedicated to say the least."

"So did either of you ever get out?" Will could tell by Dan's expression that he was surprised that was comprehensible through his laughter.

"Nope, we were stuck, wasn't so bad though." Annoying as hell that there was a group of singing and dancing teenagers between us but definitely not bad.

"There's more to that isn't there." Dan was grinning knowingly.

"Let's just say that we both like to tease and leave it at that."

Emma's POV

Hearing Will's laughter Emma looked up to find him gesturing wildly with his hands as he walked in step with Dan a care-free, childish expression on his face. It was great they got along so well, they almost seemed like real friends instead of a therapist and their client.

It was more than evident by the time they got to the car that Will was more than frisky and Emma was leery of being trapped in front seat with him. His hands were everywhere and she hoped the fact that he would need them to steer the car would preserve her sanity even if he would probably slaughter it as soon as the front door closed.

Twenty-seven seconds.

It only took Will's right hand twenty-seven seconds to wander into her lap as soon as he turned onto a relatively straight road. Emma watched as it traveled from her knee underneath the bottom of her skirt grinning when it proved too unforgiving for him to get anywhere.

Emma leaned her head back letting her eyes close as the motion of the car soothed her into a semi-conscious state. The warm hand that was part way up her thigh disappeared and reappeared on her hip as Will's fingers left gentle caresses in their wake. Her eyes shot open when those fingers found the zipper to her skirt. She would probably have whiplash from how quickly she turned her head when she felt another hand.

"Hey look Em. No hands," Will spoke softly as he held the steering wheel between his knees successfully unhooking the clasp above her zipper and pulling it down with an evil grin.

Her body obeyed of its own accord after he returned one hand to the steering wheel and told her to slide her skirt down. A hint of panic shot through her and she dropped her gaze to the seat she was sitting on. Will had a horrible habit of eating in the car whether driving or not.

"You're on a towel, a clean one. Now quit stalling." His flippant dismissal of her crazy moment was reassuring and the fact that he had put a towel down for her was endearing.

The fact that he even had the towel to begin with was arousing.

Will's hand found her thigh again bypassing tender strokes to press against her center. Emma moaned and bucked up slightly cursing him for what he was doing to her and loving every second of it. He kept his hand against her and she rocked up a couple more times crying out in frustration when it abruptly disappeared.

"Sorry, heavy traffic."

Looking out the window Emma noticed two things, the first being that Will had turned onto a back road at some point and the second being the absence of traffic in any form. She stopped trying to notice anything else when Will started to talk.

"Driver's Ed 101 Rule Number One. It's very, very dangerous to drive without both hands on the wheel." Will stole a glance at her lap.

"Damn, that's inconvenient."

"Driver's Ed 101 Rule Number Two. One should always keep both eyes on the road." This time Will didn't turn his head.

"Hmm, this is becoming a problem." He sounded like a professor talking about a student that wouldn't leave them alone, nonchalant.

Emma was watching him intently trying to figure where this was going but it was impossible to pick up anything from the side of his face other than being able to tell when he clenched his jaw.

"Well seeing as I'm supposed to be demonstrating proper driving techniques I can't help you," Will's voice lowered and Emma shivered, "touch yourself."

All of the arguments Emma had been rallying in her head about how she shouldn't let him do this, that she needed to be the one doing something like this to him because he deserved it turned to dust with those two words.

Will's POV

Will did feel a little bad about what he was doing to Emma after what he had put her through last night so as it was he found himself trying to follow both his first and second rules.

I can smell her.

Keeping his hands on the steering wheel while Emma's breathing quickened sounded easy until he thought about the reason behind the change.

He tightened his grip as well as his resolve when he told her to put her hand inside her underwear. His eyes slid closed momentarily when his name in a harsh, breathy whisper followed his command for Emma to put a finger inside herself.

He had to wrench the wheel to the left when he almost went off the side of the road because of the moan Emma produced when he told her to touch her clit. He devised rule number three.

"Rule," he was officially having trouble forming words," number three. Noisy passengers are a severe distraction to the driver."

What had become an almost constant background of tiny whimpers and sighs suddenly dropped off and Will regretted his third rule. Her smell was overpowering and he wanted to touch her, taste her.

I really want to taste her.

The only guide he had now was that of Emma's breathing unless he counted the road signs he was passing and he wasn't. He had turned around a while ago and was coasting along a barely used gravel road that would ultimately lead them back into Lima.

Emma whined softly as her erratic breathing became steady in its silence and Will broke rule number two because he really wanted to watch her come.

A/N: Poor Finn...and the verdict is?