I'm not very proud of this chapter. I'm not used to Glee.
So far I'm at that very awkward stage where it isn't a relationship...but it's not love either.
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She was the one to break away, knowing in her heart that something wasn't right there.
"Will," Emma started, ever so lightly. 'Oh, goodness, I feel light-headed.' Shaking away her thoughts, she began again. "Don't you think this is a little fast?"
"No, Em, I want this more than anything."
Emma tried to pull away, but found that his arms were wrapped around her. That was unsanitary…yet she couldn't even focus on all the germs his arms may be possessing while his face was still so charismatically close to hers. Will began to speak, taking her out of the trance. "Let's go somewhere and talk about this, obviously I don't have a place right now…we can go sit in the lunchroom, or –"
"Um, we can go back to my house." She interrupted breathlessly.

Will nodded, and Emma let out a sigh of loss when he let go of her. She picked up her boxful of things and attempted to recollect herself, but it was impossible with the weight of that kiss on her mind.

"So, what's your plan for the Glee club?" She began, desperately trying to get some of the tension to go away.
"Oh, well we're going to figure out a setlist for regionals, and we'll be sure Sue doesn't get it this time." He said, slowly releasing the stress. "I'm really proud of them, though."
"Good, that's good." She said, taking a deep breath. As they reached her car, Emma pulled a hand-wipe out of the box and wiped down the car handle, trying to juggle everything else at the same time.

"Here, let me help you." Will grabbed the box and set it in the backseat. She smiled in thanks and opened the door, trying to get home as quickly as possible so this feeling would be gone. The feeling of shame and pure bliss at the same time wasn't something that should be mixed, just like dirt and rubber gloves. The engine roared to life as she put the keys in the ignition, yet soon Will's voice was interrupting her thoughts again.
"Em, are you ok?" It was thick with sincerity, but that didn't make a difference.

No, no she wasn't 'ok.' How could she be okay with her dream man sitting in the front seat of her car, yet it was the one time she didn't want it. 'Just breathe, Emma, it's going to be alright.' This was a situation that could be handled delicately. "I-I'd just like to get home, Will, I'm sorry for being so cold." He opened his mouth to say something else, but quickly decided against it. The rest of the car ride was left in silence.

Soon Emma pulled into the familiar zone that was her driveway, and she immediately began feeling a little self-conscious. Will Schuester was about to enter her home, not even Ken had been allowed to do that – germs are hazardous. What would he think? He'd probably run for the hills at how clean it was, or when he realized she wasn't the special girl he thought he wanted. They stepped out of the car and she sighed, walking up to the door with her box in hand. "Will, I just don't think this is something you should rush into. I mean, you said so yourself – you just left your wife." Why was she pushing him away? Wasn't this exactly what she'd wanted for all the years she'd known him? But not like this, not so quick that mistakes would be made and friendships would be ruined. It also didn't help that she remained in utter disbelief.

They entered the house and she immediately set into her normal routine, checking to see the house was orderly. All was good and clean as she'd left it. The sink, however, that needed cleaning! Emma swiftly grabbed her rubber gloves, soap, and a clean washcloth to set to the work she had to do. Scrubbing, yes, if the sink was clean maybe everything would fix itself. She lathered up a ton of bubbles within the warm water and began cleaning away every stain, anything that could potentially have germs.

Will began to think of how to respond to her comment, at the same time scanning her quaint little townhouse to see where she spent her nights and weekends. Her personality was reflected in everything, from the curtains to the armrests. There were girly things such as flowers, and everything was completely tidy. To the normal eye, the cleanliness would've freaked them out, but Will saw everything differently. This was his Emma, the love of his life and how he would always accept her – but she didn't know that. "You would never be as cruel as Terri." Will walked forward, grabbing Emma's hands – er, rubber gloves. "I wouldn't rush into it if I didn't know this was right."
A small gasp escaped her lips as he touched her again. She'd wanted this for years and had never been able to do anything about it, but now she had the chance and was going to ruin it. No longer did she have to settle for someone else; the man she wanted was right here.
"Oh, Will." His lips crashed into hers and she jumped a little in surprise, but returned the action no less. Emma's heart leapt and she smiled, not wanting to let go of him. Soon she was unwillingly being led to the bedroom, and she couldn't even notice their destination with how giddy she felt. Secretly, she thanked the heavens that his tongue hadn't squirmed its way into her mouth, for that may have been one level of germs she just couldn't handle. Suddenly she found the cougar in her had begun to take his shirt off; she wanted the privilege of seeing his perfect chest. His hands found the buttons on her blouse. Suddenly he pulled away just a little, to where his forehead was almost resting on hers. Their breathing was hot on each other's faces, and it seemed he was about to lean in once more when –

"No, I'm not going to do this. I'm not going to let myself ruin everything with you in a heartbeat." He said, flying up off the bed and hitting the wall in frustration.
Emma looked down and realized in a jolt that she was half-dressed, and quickly she began buttoning her shirt. When had that happened?! …Had they almost had sex? She looked back up at Will, who was pacing the room running his hands through his hair.
"Will, we can handle this professionally…we're adults here." How was she remaining so calm?
"Let's go on a date, a real date. How about dinner and a movie? We can do this old-fashioned." Will was being desperate now, trying to save it before she kicked him out for his behavior.
"That sounds…uncleanly."
"Then we'll go to your favorite restaurant, that one on 5th Avenue with the all organic food…and then we can rent a movie and come back here, it'll be perfect!" He sounded urgent.
She contemplated, finding no way around the idea. Even she had to admit, it did sound wonderful. "Ok, we have a date."