A/N: And here we have chapter 3! This story has been so much fun to write! Thank you for all of your lovely reviews. For now, this is going to be the final chapter. If you have an idea that you'd like me to add on as a new chapter, feel free to PM me or tweet me! (: Also, you can message me at my new tumblr for my fanfiction: gingaloidfanfiction

-Tayma

Paradise by the Streetlight's Glow

Will woke up to an obnoxious buzzing noise that had him groaning and reaching for Emma to make her turn it off. "Honey…" he mumbled, reaching back to shake her, but his hand fell to the mattress. His eyes snapped open and he turned around, finding her side of the bed made. Frowning, he reached to turn off the alarm clock, noticing an envelope on her pillow. It had his name on the outside. Furrowing his eyebrows, Will grabbed the envelope and ripped it open, finding a note inside. He unfolded it, smiling at Emma's handwriting.

Husband,

Happy 27th birthday, darling! I hope the alarm didn't annoy you too much, but it's a necessary component to the system. I guarantee this will be a birthday to remember. So. Get up, get dressed and head to the kitchen. You'll find breakfast and my next note. I love you, handsome.

-Mrs. Schuester

Will stared down at the letter, his face lighting up reading 'Mrs. Schuester.' He and Emma had been married for a year and a half, and it was a year and a half of perfection. After he proposed to her, they set a date four months later, eager to spend the rest of their lives together and start their newest chapter. They'd relocated to Lima, Ohio thanks to the company he'd been hired by as an accountant, and their life together was flourishing. They'd been able to take out a loan and buy a small house on the outskirts of town, so it was quiet and cute. Perfect for the two of them. All of that aside, though, he never ceased to get mad butterflies in his stomach upon reading or hearing her refer to herself as Mrs. Schuester. It just made him feel complete.

Sighing, Will decided it was best to follow his wife's orders, scrambling out of bed and shuffling over to his dresser. He got out an outfit for the day and dressed quickly before brushing his teeth and running a hand through his hair. Birthdays were his favourite, and Emma had always done something cuter each year for his birthday; he was eager to see what she had in store for him this year.

Walking to the kitchen, Will's face broke out into a smile as his eyes fell on the little breakfast nook. The table had an English muffin sitting on a small paper plate, lathered with butter and cinnamon – just how he liked it. He walked over and sat down, picking up the bread and biting into it, doing a small dance in his seat. It was perfect and still warm, which meant Emma was leaving these clues just before he could find them…interesting. Once Will finished eating breakfast, he picked up his plate to throw it in the garbage when a note fluttered to the floor.

How was breakfast? Hoping it was perfect; I know how important your morning English muffin is to you. Throw your plate away and head toward the front door. Put your shoes on and a coat. It's unseasonably cold out. Love you still. –Em.

Smiling, he took his plate to the garbage and threw it out, marching to the front door. He slipped on his shoes and grabbed a coat just as Emma said, noting the time. It was barely seven in the morning. He groaned a bit and sighed. "Emma, if you're in this house, you're lucky I love you!" he called out, searching around for the next clue; she knew he loved to sleep in on his birthday. Not finding a note, Will opened the front door to find a post-it stuck to the storm door.

How long did you spend searching for this inside? ;) Head to Market Street…the deserted side where there are three streetlights. There, you'll find your next clue. Let's play a little game. –Emma Schue

Will laughed at the signature, shaking his head and walking out of the house, locking the door behind him. He hurried down the front steps and took a right, walking towards Market Street. He pulled his coat tighter around himself, shivering slightly. Emma was right; it was oddly cold out for this time of year. But how would she know that? Wasn't she supposed to be in the house somewhere? When did she find time to do all of this? His mind was buzzing with unanswered questions when he approached the deserted end of Market Street, marching over to the streetlights. He stopped at the first one, finding two envelopes attached to it. One read ME FIRST! and the other one read ME LAST! DON'T YOU CHEAT, WILLIAM!

Will reached out for the top one that said 'ME FIRST!' and flipped it over, opening the envelope and pulling out an index card covered in Emma's writing. He smiled as he began reading her words.

Once again, Happy Birthday, handsome! We're going to play a little game I like to call 'Streetlights Confessions.' How does this work, you may ask? Well I will tell you. On each lamppost, there are two envelopes. On your first trip down the row of three, you read the top envelope, containing a confession about myself and you. On your second trip back, you read the bottom envelope, containing something that I wish for you. The final envelope also has your next instruction. I love you forever, William James Schuester. Turn over for your first confession. –Em

After reading the first side, Will flipped the card over, finding more handwriting.

Confession #1: When you have to go away on a business trip and you're not home over night, I turn on Journey when I go to sleep. I also sleep in your t-shirt and hug your pillow because it at least seems like you're with me, and your scent makes me feel safe. I confess that I love you so much, I can't be without you.

God, his wife was so adorable.

Walking over to the next streetlight, Will grabbed the top envelope, smiling at the outside. It had a number two on it with two little stick figures labeled "Will and Emma" with a heart between them. They were standing on the grass in front of their house and Will had a cape on. He flipped it over and pulled out another index card, this one blue.

Confession #2: All my life, everyone told me that I needed some saving and I needed to be fixed. I fought it so hard, thinking that I was okay the way that I was, while everyone around me told me that I was wrong, that I needed to be changed. So I went to school to try and fix myself, but I couldn't. You could. You caught me and helped me when I was struggling, Will. I call you Superman for a reason, and it's not because you have abs of steel. I confess that you're the only man I've allowed to save me, and you're the only man I ever want to save me.

His eyes welled up as he read his wife's words, his vision blurring towards the end. Emma had no idea how precious she was to him, and when he got to know her more, he didn't understand why her family and friends couldn't appreciate her. She handled her disorder so well, and he never once tried to fix her or tell her she needed to be changed. He accepted her for who he was and he loved her completely and unconditionally. That's it. He had no idea she viewed him as saving her.

Once his tears dried from reading the second confession, Will walked on to the next streetlamp, reaching for the top envelope; the final confession. On the front of it was a heart, a line drawn down the center of it with stitching over it to hold the halves together. He hugged his jacket a bit tighter around himself as a breeze blew past and he huffed a bit, pulling out a yellow notecard.

Confession #3: After we got married, I wondered if maybe we rushed into things. You proposed to me and four months later I stood in front of you and said 'I do,' binding myself to you for the rest of my life. There were times when I would wonder why you married me and if we were too young, but you loved me so completely. You made me feel safe and you made me feel supported in everything that I chose to do. You completed me, and I know it's cliché, but the day I met you, I met the other half of my heart, and I'm so blessed to have found you so early in life. I confess that you are my other half, Will. You are my soul mate and I cannot imagine a single second of my life from here to the end of time without you.

As Will read the words on the notecard, his mind flashed back to their first months of marriage. Emma would toss and turn at night, and though she wouldn't say why, he'd hear her mumbling in her sleep about being uncertain and rushing into things. It wasn't until their one year anniversary that he'd finally gotten the courage to ask her, but she just brushed it off. Now he understood completely, but he couldn't be angry with her; he wouldn't have been angry with her then. He was just glad that he still had her and she wouldn't run. He couldn't imagine a single second of his life without her, either.

Smiling, he pocketed the confessions notecards and reached out for the first wish. The envelope had a shooting star on it and the star was smiling up at him. He shook his head a bit, pulling out a purple notecard.

Wish #1: My first wish for you is that you are never in a position to want anything. I wish that you will always have absolutely everything, so there's no reason for you to long for anything more than what you have. I wish that you will always feel complete, and that you never feel like you need more. I wish for you that I will always be enough.

The words on the card caused his heart to swell as he read them. Emma was so sweet and perfect, and she could wish all that she wanted to that she'd be enough for him, and every day, that wish would come true. She was more than enough for him, and he planned on making sure she knew that the moment he got home. Pocketing the wish, he turned, moving to the next streetlight.

The remaining envelope on the second lamppost had a drawing of the Earth on it with a little Emma stick figure standing on top of it, holding a heart in front of her chest. Smiling still, Will pulled out a green note card, his eyes scanning over the words.

Wish #2: I wish that you always know you are my entire world. You mean everything to me and I know sometimes I get moody and I get grumpy and we fight and you tease me about being sensitive and I yell at you to shut up and stop being a jerk, but I love you always. You mean the world to me, and you are the world to me. I wish that you know that and carry that knowledge with you forever.

Will read through the flashcard five times, taking in each world, memorizing the card. It was something that he knew, of course, but it wasn't something she blatantly said before often, and never so adorably. He read through the card a couple more times before folding it up and placing it in the pocket over his heart, patting it gently for safe keeping. He took a deep breath and moved on to the final lamppost, wondering where it would lead.

The final envelope read ME LAST! DON'T YOU CHEAT, WILLIAM! Seeing it again made him chuckle and he ripped it from the pole, pulling out a final pink notecard.

Wish #3: I wish that you would have hurried through this game, Will. I'm bored waiting for you and I miss your face. I haven't been able to give you your birthday kiss yet! Flip over the flashcard and follow the instructions. I wish you would hurry; this present is killing me, keeping it under wraps.

Flipping the card over, Will nodded and started walking, going just where the card told him to.

HOME.

As he reached his house, Will walked up the three front steps, his hands shoved into his pockets as he took a deep breath. This definitely was an elaborate gift; Emma must have put a load of time into this one. Opening the storm door, he found a note on the front door. He ripped it down and moved to unlock the door, stepping inside and slipping off his shoes before closing the door behind himself and reading the note.

Go to the guest bedroom. There you'll find your final note. I hope this birthday's been great so far. If not, you may have to punish me kindly. –Emma

Will laughed out loud, reading the final sentence. For being so sweet and innocent, his wife could be extremely dirty when she wanted to be. Pocketing that note, he walked to the door of the guest room, pulling a note off of it and opening it.

And here is your final note. Last week when you were away on business, I had this room renovated as a bit of a surprise. I really hope you like it. Go ahead and open the door, sweetheart. I love you.

His eyebrows came together as he read the note. Renovated? How did she renovate it? Didn't she tell him no when he asked about a man cave? Oh God. Did she make him a man cave? He shook his head. There was only one way to find out. Reaching forward, Will grasped the doorknob and turned it, pushing the door open and stepping inside. The note fell out of his hand as his mouth dropped open, his eyes scanning the room and taking everything in.

The walls in the room had been painted to look like an early night sky, when the stars were just coming out. There were varying shades of blues, blacks and purples mixing together perfectly to create a night sky. Stars were painted onto the walls, and there were also a few strategically placed glow stars as well, but that wasn't even what had him stunned. Every three feet on each wall, there was a streetlight stenciled into the wall, painted black with yellow orbs of light that appeared to glow the way they were painted. He swallowed, taking the entire site in when he finally noticed a crib in the corner of the room, his wife standing in front of it. She had a huge smile on her face and was wearing a lavender shirt that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY! in bold, black lettering.

Will's eyes met Emma's questioningly and she nodded, walking towards him. "Happy Birthday, husband." She said, reaching up to kiss his lips gently. He kissed her back blankly, his mind still trying to process what was happening.

Finally, he stepped back and looked at her, holding her shoulders gently. "Emma, are – are you saying you're…that we're…"

"Having a baby. Yes." She beamed up at him, watching as tears filled his eyes and he pulled her into a hug.

"Oh my god, Emma! We're having a baby!" He hugged her tightly, pressing a kiss into the side of her head.

Emma laughed a bit and hugged him tightly, running a hand through his hair. "Oh, I worried you'd be upset."

He pulled away, sniffling and wiping tears from his eyes as he shook his head. "No, of course not. I want this so badly with you, Em. How long have you known?"

"I found out two weeks ago, but I wanted to make your birthday special." She smiled up at him, playing with the curls at the base of his neck.

"This is the best birthday ever! How far along are you?"

"According to the doctor, two and a half months."

Will nodded, looking at her and then around the room, shaking his head. "Emma, this is…perfect. So perfect. The room, the birthday, you, the baby…" his hands moved over her small stomach and he crouched down, pressing a small kiss to her abdomen before glancing up at her. "Perfect."

Emma smiled and glanced down at him, leaning to kiss his forehead gently. "Thank God for the streetlights?" She asked, cupping his cheek with one hand.

Will nodded. "Thank God for the streetlights."