A/N: After this, there is most likely going to be a third chapter, and then it will be completed! (: I hope you all enjoy this chapter; it was super duper fun for me to write! R&R always loved! -Tayma

I didn't know what to name this, so it's just another name for streetlights. I know...creative.

Streetlamps

Emma lay on the king-sized bed, curled up and facing the wall, tear tracks on her face. She'd received a rejection letter from a PhD program and it was really bothering her. She met all of the requirements, but she supposed it was the luck of the draw type thing, and she wasn't one of the lucky ones. She didn't really need a PhD, but she wanted it; learning was one of her favourite things and going to school for a bit longer was just an added benefit to having a higher degree. But she wasn't going to get her PhD, so she curled up in a ball, facing the wall, trying not to cry every time she thought about it. She felt like she let herself down and Will. Will was so supportive and he was so sure she'd get in. He was disappointed that she got a rejection letter, too.

She'd left the table right after dinner, not even bothering to start cleaning up. She was too upset to even clean, and for Emma, that was saying something. The sound of Will cleaning up in the kitchen drifted to her ears, but she ignored the fact that she'd have to re-clean it later. He always did a good job, but he had a terrible time replacing dishes where they belonged. There was silence in the apartment and Emma's eyes were drooping shut, worn out from crying so much, when the other side of the bed dipped down and Emma felt Will's hand on her back.

"Hey, Em?" His hand started rubbing her back soothingly and Emma took a deep breath, opening her eyes and looking at the wall.

"Mm?"

"You okay, love?"

Emma shook her head and turned around to face him, the tears starting up again. "N-no. I really thought I'd get it…I'm so disappointed in myself, and I know you are, too." Her lower lip caught in her teeth and Will pulled her against his chest, resting his chin on her head, stroking her back gently.

"Emma, I'm not disappointed in you. I'm disappointed for you, yes, but in you? No. You're so smart, Emma, and you've got that counselor gig lined up for the fall. You don't need a PhD." He kissed the top of her hair, continuing to rub her back gently.

They'd been together for five years now, thanks to a little game they liked to call Streetlights. After their first encounter way back when they were twenty, Will and Emma began regularly dating and by graduation at the age of twenty-two, they'd decided to move in together while each of them worked on their Masters degrees. The arrangement was perfect and their love grew more and more each day, but Will still had no idea exactly what to do when Emma was hurt or upset. She always said she just needed him to be there for her, but sometimes he wondered if that was really enough.

He felt Emma nodding against his chest and he kissed the top of her head again, his lips remaining pressed against her hair, "You know I love you, Emma. Fancy degree or not. You're mine forever."

Emma laughed a little bit, sniffling and nodding. "Yeah, I know. I love you, too."

Forever. That was a word that they threw around a lot, but neither of them ever discussed the implications of the word, or what each of them meant when they told each other 'forever.' It was a big word – a serious word – and after five years, it should probably be discussed, but they never did. They just said the word and let the other take their own meaning from it. If they'd only talk about it, Emma and Will would both know that they each thought of 'forever' in terms of marriage, babies and dying together at an extremely old age.

"You know what would make you feel better?" Will asked, pulling away and looking at her.

"A letter of acceptance and a massive bowl of grapes?"

Will laughed and shook his head. "It's getting dark out…"

Emma let out a sigh and shook her own head. "No, Will."

"Ugh! Come on, Emma! Please? I promise it's going to make you feel better."

Emma stood up and groaned, walking to the dresser to grab a tissue and wipe off her mascara from her cheeks. "No, Will. It won't. I'm tired, I'm upset, my eyes are red and burning from crying, I'm in your sweatpants and a t-shirt. I'm not going to play the stupid Streetlight game. No, it's not going to help right now." She turned to the mirror, wiping away the traces of makeup, sniffling as she did. She hated the congestion that comes with crying.

Will got up on his knees and moved to the edge of the bed, grabbing Emma's free hand and pulling her towards him, moving to look her in the eyes. "Em, please? We haven't played it in a while and I just think it'll make you smile; it always does."

Emma made a grimace. "There. Smiling."

He leaned down to kiss her lips a few times gently. "Please?"

"I'm too upset. I'm not feeling all cute, Will. Please can we just not?"

"Or what if we do and instead of you talking, too, I just tell you all of my favourite things about you?" Another gentle kiss on the lips. "Do it for me."

Emma looked at Will for a moment, frowning as he gave her a puppy-dog pout. It wasn't fair and he always knew it would make her give into him.

"Fine. Let me change, please?"

Will beamed. "Okay. I'll go wait by the door." He kissed her again and scrambled off the bed, heading towards the front door, getting his keys and his coat, sliding his arms into the sleeves and checking his pockets before settling the keys inside. A few minutes later, Emma walked out of their bedroom, her hair up in a ponytail, wearing a green long-sleeved dress and ballet flats. Will smiled and looked at her. "You're so cute, Emma."

Emma laughed. "Oh, thank you. And thank you to cover up. Now my face isn't all splotchy."

Will reached out and took Emma's hand, leading her outside. He wrapped an arm around her as they walked down the street, the chilly winter air biting at their faces as they walked. They reached the street they usually played the game on and Will smiled at Emma.

"Rules: we go all six streetlights down, then all six back. You are not allowed to say anything related to me, because this game is called Emma Streetlights, which means I am just going to tell you everything I love about you, since you're stubborn and don't want to play." He reached down and kissed her pink nose. "Agreed?"

"Agreed." Emma smiled and Will took her hand, squeezing it gently and pulling her underneath the first streetlight.

"Alright, let's start with something easy. I love your stubbornness." Will smirked a little bit and looked at her as she opened her mouth to protest.

"I am not that stubborn."

"Emma, you are so stubborn. You're the most stubborn person I know when it comes to going to the doctors and dentists, you won't budge sometimes if things don't go your way, and I just had to beg you to come outside because you stubbornly insisted that you wouldn't come. You're stubborn, Em, and I love you all the more for it." Will smiled and leaned down, kissing her nose.

He tugged her hand gently to pull her forward to the next streetlight, her face still set in a look of defiance. "I am not stubborn."

Will laughed. "So stubborn." He muttered.

Will looked at Emma under the light of the second streetlight, his lips forming a smile as their eyes met. "I love the way you re-clean everything that I've already cleaned. No matter what it is, you trail along behind me like an adorable puppy, cleaning up everything that I've done. I know you say it's because I just don't do it right, but I know it's really just one of those things that make you you. I especially love when I sweep the floor and you're right behind me with your own broom, giggling like I can't see you before going, 'It's like proofreading; I just need to make sure you've got everything right.'"

Emma laughed, looking up at him. It was their nightly thing, especially when it came to the dishes. She didn't always rewash the dishes that he washed, but sure enough, when it came to putting dishes away, cleaning the counters, sweeping the floor and organizing the refrigerator, she always redid whatever he'd just done. "There's nothing wrong with double checking."

His head shook. "No there isn't."

"When you're mad, your nose flairs and your neck muscles get all strained and you look like you could kill someone if daggers were able to shoot out of your eyes." Will laughed and squeezed her hand gently. "I love it because I know when you're mad and I know to steer clear, but I love that about you even more because it only really happens when you're passionate about something. It usually happens when we're in an argument and you're so into the argument and so passionate about your side of things. It also happens when you're reading a book or watching a movie and you get all mad and go 'It's an outrage! How could it end like that? How?' or something of the like. I love that you get so into things that you read and write that you actually feel it. You're a passionate person, Emma, and that's another thing I love about you."

Emma reached up on her toes and kissed Will gently, a huge smile on her lips. He was being far too adorable, and she hadn't realized he noticed those things about her. Sure, after five years, stuff like that had to be noticeable, but it still surprised her.

"I love you, Will." She whispered, pulling away from him, causing Will to grin and shake his head.

"Ah-ah! That statement was about me, and that is against the rules, Emma. But I love you, too." Each of them smiled, and this time Emma pulled Will to the next streetlight.

"There are only two people in the world who always know how to make me feel better. One of them was my grandmother before she passed away last year. The other one is you." Will reached forward and brushed her cold cheek with his thumb gently, smiling at her. "It doesn't matter how upset or angry or hurt I am. I can be sick and convinced I'm going to die from the flu, but you always know how to make me feel better. Even when you're wearing a mask to prevent my sick germs from traveling to you. You always know just what to say or do, and you always know when I need it – even without me saying so."

"It's pretty easy to read. You're like an open book for me." Emma leaned her face into his hand, looking up at him. "Making you better makes me happy, and that comment was about myself, so ha."

Will laughed a little bit and nodded. "Well thank you. You do a lot for me, Emma."

"I love your heart. You're such a caring person, Emma. I think that it's going to take you so far in being a counselor because you truly care about everyone. You have this way of making everybody you talk to feel like they are the single most important person in the world when they're talking to you. When I'm talking to you, I feel like there's nobody else in the world that matters, and I've felt that way since the very first time we stood beneath streetlights together. You still do it, to this day. You've been blessed with an amazing heart and an amazing ability to be compassionate, and I'm blessed to be able to share time with you and experience it." Will smiled at Emma, watching as her eyes started to tear up.

"That, too. You cry so easily when you're touched by something someone's said or by the ending of a movie. It's the most adorable thing in the world, and I think it's even more adorable that you blush when I kiss the tears away." He leaned forward and did just that, smiling at her before kissing her forehead and leading her on to the next streetlight.

"And so we reach the final streetlight before turning back. Are you still too upset, or was I right and you're feeling better?" Will smirked, looking at Emma.

"I'm feeling better, even though I'd like to say I'm not to prove you wrong." She giggled and hugged him gently. "You're really good at this, you know. Both this game and making me feel better."

Will wrapped his arms around Emma, kissing the top of her head gently and squeezing her close. "Thank you. I'm glad you're feeling better and I'm glad you agreed to play. Which leads me to another thing I love about you. You always give in to playing this game with me. Sometimes I have to use puppy-dog pouts and tons of kisses, but you always give into it. I love that. This is my favourite game to play with you, Emma, and I don't play it with anyone else."

Emma smiled and looked up at him, pecking his lips gently. "Thank you." She said, pulling away and crossing her arms in an attempt to warm up. It was super cold out and she wished she brought an extra jacket. Will wrapped an arm around her and rubbed her arm with his hand. "Onward." He said before turning them around, heading back down the way they came.

"I love that you dress like Lucille Ball ninety-nine percent of the time. You've always got the cutest dresses and cardigans, and I love when you wear your hair back in a ponytail like it is now, but you wear a bow in it. You're so unique and you dress like nobody else that I know. You are always modest in your clothing options and you're just so cute all of the time. I'm rambling here because I don't even know how to express the joy in my heart because of you and you unique fashion sense."

"Modesty is key. Your skirt should be long enough to cover everything, but short enough to keep in interesting." Emma smiled up at him very matter-of-factly and Will leaned down and pinched the side of her hip gently.

"You're an expert at that technique." He said, earning a giggle from Emma. He took her shoulders and started moving them to the next streetlight.

"So this is more of a 'what I find super adorable about you', but I love it, too. Every Saturday morning, my alarm goes off at five-thirty so I can get up and watch all of the really good cartoons, and you get up every single Saturday and shuffle out to the living room with me to cuddle and watch them. But you never watch them. Within minutes, your head is in my lap, you're cuddled up against the side of my legs and you're out. But it's so adorable and I never have the heart to wake you and tell you that you can go back to bed. I spend a majority of my Saturday mornings stroking your hair and watching you talk in your sleep more than I do actually watching the cartoons."

Emma smiled, blushing a little bit. It wasn't the first time he'd informed her that she talked in her sleep, and a lot of times it ended up being about him. She looked up at him and shrugged a little bit.

"After three years, I kinda have to have you there to sleep." She attempted to explain it away, but it just made Will smile extremely widely and kiss her gently.

"You're just so adorable."

"I love that you blush so easily. Sometimes I just have to stroke your cheeks and I don't know what goes through your head, but it only happens when I do certain things. Stroke your cheek, kiss your shoulder, run a hand through your hair, call you beautiful…there are more, but those are the main ones. I love it."

Emma gave him a look that said 'now you're making things up.' "Really now."

"Yep." He reached forward and stroked her cheek, watching her face pink up as she smiled. "There's one shade, beautiful." He laughed as her cheeks turned pinker and she looked down. "And there's another, and they are already pink from the cold, so that just shows I know what I'm talking about when it comes to you, Emma Pillsbury."

She bit her lip and nodded reluctantly. He did know her very well. Almost too well, and she wasn't sure if it was normal to be so flattered, but she was. He sure did care about her, and she felt so much better than she did earlier. Will was magic.

"I just love you. I can't say it any other way than that. I just love everything about you, Emma. I've tried to list it to you, but that's such a small list compared to everything that there is. The past five years have been perfect, and I'm just thankful for streets needing lighting at night." He laughed a little bit and hugged her gently, kissing her forehead.

"I'm about to break the rules." Emma said in warning, hugging him back and pressing her face in his chest. "I love you, too. I love you so much, Will, and I didn't think I could love you anymore, but you're so sweet and adorable and I love how much you pay attention to me and all of the things you've just listed. I'm so thrilled that I met you when I did. I just really love you, too." She smiled and looked up at him, their lips coming to meet each other gently, pulling apart moments later.

"We have one more streetlight, but this one's a bit different." He said, taking her hand and pulling her beneath the final orb of yellow light.

"Now, I love you." Will said, turning her to stand right in front of him, his hands on her shoulders. "But I'm not going to lie, there is something I would love to change about you…"

Emma stood in front of him, biting her lip and swallowing hard. She was sure that he was about to go off on her OCD. They'd talked about it before, about how she should go to counseling and talk to someone, and she had been, but things weren't really changing where that was concerned. If it were up to her, she'd change it, too, so she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, preparing for a lecture.

"I'd love to change your name."

Emma's eyes opened and she looked at him, confused. "What?" He loved her name. He always told her how much he loved the name 'Emma.' "B-but I thought you loved Emma…"

Will laughed and he shook his head. "Not Emma. I love Emma. I want to change Pillsbury. I want to make it Schuester."

Their eyes locked and Emma's breath caught in her chest as her eyes followed his, moving lower as he sank down onto one knee.

"Emma, we've been together for five years, and it's been the best five years of my life. I know that you have a hard time with the messy things, and you have a hard time accepting that I love you sometimes, and that's okay. I'm here to balance that and make sure that every doubt you have is taken care of so you don't ever doubt anything about our life together. You and I always talk about forever, but we never talk about what it means. I can't speak for you, Emma, but for me, forever means getting married to you, having children with you, building a family and a home with you. It means that you'll never have to walk through life alone again because I'm always going to be by your side. It means that I'll always be here for you to lean on when you're tired and to lift you up when you're down. It means that I will always love you, unconditionally, for who you are and who you make me. You make me a better person, Emma. You make me a better man, and I love you for that. Will you let me change your name, Emma? Would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" He pulled out a red velvet box, popping it open to reveal a diamond ring with two tiny emeralds on either side of the stone nestled inside.

She stared at him, tears welling in her eyes as his speech progressed, her hands covering her mouth gently. When he finished, she blinked, her hands falling forward as she nodded, eyes flitting between the ring and Will. Her eyes finally settled on Will's as she blurted out, "Yes! Of course, yes!"

A wide smile spread across Will's face as he slipped the ring on her finger delicately before standing and picking her up, swinging her around, hugging her tightly. He planted her feet firmly on the ground before pressing his lips against hers sweetly, kissing her lovingly. He felt her kiss him back, her arms wrapped around his neck, their lips smiling against the others.

Moments later, they broke apart, both of them smiling so wide their faces were threatening to break in half. They laced their fingers together, turning to walk back to their apartment complex. They walked in silence, just as they had after their first game of Streetlights, just enjoying each other's company. When they reached their building, Will held the door open, kissing Emma's cheek gently.

"Hey, I've gotta go check the mail since we didn't earlier. I'll meet you up there?"

Emma nodded, smiling widely and pecking his lips. "Of course. Don't take too long." She released his hand and watched him head towards the mailboxes before climbing the stairs to their apartment. She'd just stepped inside when her cellphone started ringing, BLOCKED flashing across the screen. Furrowing her eyebrows, Emma clicked the green button, locking the door behind herself and walking to their bedroom.

"Hello?" She said sweetly, starting to remove her shoes as she sat on the edge of their bed.

"Hi, so my name's Will. I just went on an amazing walk with this beautiful woman – the love of my life – and I think she just promised to spend the rest of her life with me."

Emma laughed, laying back on the bed. She held her left hand in front of her face, wiggling her fingers gently. "Well my name is Emma and I know for a fact that she just promised to spend the rest of her life with the love her of her life."

Will chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Is she sure about that? It wasn't just the magic of the streetlight?"

"Oh, those damn streetlights. She's going to need to think about that one…" She giggled. "Of course she's sure. Now get up here, you adorkable man. I have my own game I wanted to play."

"Really now. What's that?"

"I like to call it no lights." She blushed and pressed her face into the mattress to stop an awkward giggle. Will laughed.

"I'm heading up now. I love you, Emma."

"I love you, too."

They hung up the phones and Will headed up the stairs to their apartment, reveling in the fact that Emma had said yes. "Thank God for the streetlights." He muttered before opening his front door, closing it behind him and heading towards the bedroom.

DISCLAIMER: Still don't own Glee, Emma or Will. Unfortunately. But that is all property of Fox and Ryan Murphy.