Note; First of all - I don't own Glee, but I wish I could at least take credit for some of the genius those people have put into it.
I said chapter two was up really soon ;3
Sorry the first two chapters were extremely short, but now we're getting to the better, longer stuff - until then, please enjoy.

It was very easy to fake being happy, Will had come to realize. With Terri, he had always loved her and wanted nothing but to spend his life with her, but after glee club started he could find himself getting more and more annoyed with her petty comments. But Emma…no, Emma was absolutely perfect in every way, and he hadn't been able to realize it until she'd slapped him in the face and shown him exactly what he was missing. Will put on a smile and tried to focus on his kids, his Glee club, as they told him their announcements – they'd won sectionals! For a moment he was filled with joy; he knew how much this meant to them.

"Congratulations, guys, you earned this!" He said with a face lit with joy, until he remembered…Emma. They seemed to notice nothing, for they kept talking and told him that they had a performance planned. He nodded and they got into formation, the music beginning to echo throughout the choir room.

I guess this means you're sorry, you're standing at my door… the words began, but Will had already phased out. He hadn't felt this way since he first met Terri, only at this moment he had the feeling of regret and deep sadness inside him too. What had he done? Her face filled his thoughts, how her eyes would widen at almost everything he said, and that cute little laugh…how could someone ever love the way everything had to be clean for her? Yet he did. "One blink from you, Will, and I would've been out the door." He blinked and then quickly looked at the door, as if that would be enough to get her running through it and into his arms. Suddenly he realized where he was and laughed, trying to make sure they thought he was paying attention. The efforts were in vain, for he just immediately started thinking of her again. Will remembered that day he first saw her in her wedding dress, when he'd been teaching her dance lessons – she looked so beautiful. Then Emma started singing, and he'd never heard her sing before…her voice was heavenly, and he could only imagine doing a duet of some sort with her.

Why was he wasting the time he had, listening to his kids sing when he could do that anytime?! Emma was probably on her way out, if she wasn't already gone, and Will wasn't about to let her slip away yet again. Ignoring the questions and looks of confusion, he ran out of the room and hurried down the hall to the office he remembered so well. Lockers and bulletins and all sorts of things passed him by, for all that mattered in that moment was that he find her. He almost passed her office before catching himself on the doorway, looking into the room with a bright smile…
It was empty.

Will's expression fell and his stomach dropped as thousands of emotions and thoughts began running through his head. He would probably never see her again, and if he did those feelings would be long gone. He had his chance to win her back, to be completely and truly happy with a woman who made him feel great about himself – a woman who was, quite truthfully, his best friend. Will felt a knot forming in his neck and instinctively tried to massage it, making his way back to the choir room with his head down and feet shuffling softly. What now? There was nothing left to do except, go home, he guessed.

He stopped, sighing in defeat at the intersection between the North exit and the choir room. The thought that maybe, just maybe, she would appear somewhere near him entered his mind, and Will looked up to see the love of his life at the end of the hall. 'Oh, God, please don't be a cruel trick my mind is playing on me.' He'd never seen her look more beautiful, with a green beret and…a box full of things in her hand. No, no he wasn't going to let her leave. She made eye contact with him and he started walking, no running towards her so that he wouldn't lose this last chance. He finally reached her and let out a breath, smiling for real this time. Preventing anything from standing in his way, he grabbed that box and set it gently on the ground, having to use all his willpower not to just hurl it across the room. He returns his gaze to that beautiful face, that flawless face.

"Will, what're you -?" Emma began, shaking her head in confusion, but he stopped her with a finger to the lips.

Not wasting another second, Will leaned forward and kissed her. Instantly, everything came together and felt right, as if this should've happened a long time ago. This felt better than kissing Terri; it was absolutely and completely perfect. They pulled away and he looked at her, both of their eyes glittering with sheer joy. Emma smiled wide, and then it began to falter slowly. "Will, no, this isn't…" He cut her off again.
"Emma?"
"Yes, Will?"
"Can you just shut up and let me kiss you?"
She blinked a few times and started smiling, giving him no other choice but to pull her into a tight embrace again. What could he say? That smile was irresistible.
Yes, everything was finally perfect.