I'm terribly sorry that certain parts of this chapter are going to seem rushed, but it's a really long one.
While writing this, the original plan was actually a dinner and a movie.
And I randomly decided to completely change my mind just as I was writing that 3rd paragraph.
Sorry for disconnected ideas, or any other crap you find.
Please don't hate me!
But if you do, write a review about it? ;)

Will looked at himself in the mirror, desperately trying to find the appropriate attire. Was it formal enough for a tie? Casual enough for a t-shirt? He kept changing and was beginning to contemplate calling Emma to ask what she was wearing…and now he was acting gay, fantastic! "I'm going out of my mind, I just need to relax…act like she's still just my friend." He said to himself, feeling as though he would ruin everything tonight. The love of his life had one foot out the door, and they hadn't even gone on the date yet. Was this how Terri felt? He could almost understand why his ex-wife felt so desperate to make sure he stayed with her, but not enough to fake a pregnancy and attempt to fool his spouse. That was insanity. Will took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "Hey, Emma, you look beautiful tonight…should we go?" He said to the mirror, faking a smile for a second before turning it into a frown. Shaking his head, he groaned to himself. "No, no, that's stupid." Glancing at his watch, Will quickly realized that he was going to be late. He put on one sprits of cologne and grabbed a little pocket-sized hand sanitizer he'd found, assuring that he'd be clean enough for his Emma.

The doorbell rang and Will tried to calm himself, adjusting the tie he'd finally decided to wear. 'It's all going to be alright, you'll do fine.' Emma came to the door and smiled shyly at him, but he didn't even notice. He'd never noticed how…stunning she was. Suddenly her big, doe-like eyes and the way her hair was styled so that it flared out slightly were so much more than what they appeared.
"Wow, you look beautiful." His voice came in out a rasp, and he coughed to cover it up.
"Thank you, Will."
Silence.
This was extremely awkward.
They both started speaking at the same time, and Will smiled. "You go first."
She shook her head, and he bit his lip, forgetting what he was going to say. "Why don't we go? I'm not sure if you'd like riding in my car though."
"Oh, no, I'm not exactly sure how well I'd handle that potential amount of…germs, no offense." Emma stated softly, hoping she wasn't being rude.
"It's no problem, we'll just take your car and um – yes, who should drive?"
"I wouldn't mind if you wanted to, Will." He loved the way she said his name, so softly and delicately unlike Terri's way of shrieking it.
"I think I should remain some level of chivalry. Shall we go, m'lady?" Will said, raising his eyebrows and bowing as if he were sophisticated…oh, God, what was he doing?!
She giggled and handed him her keys, but still he knew they'd have to be disinfected later. Will silently thanked himself for remembering the hand sanitizer, it would surely prove to be helpful.

They arrived at the restaurant and hastily climbed out of the car, silent just as the car ride had been. 'God, I feel like we're a divorced couple.' Will opened his mouth to say something, but immediately closed it in fear of saying something dim-witted. They were best friends before all this started, completely comfortable around each other…at least that's how he always was, maybe she was different. Opening the door for her, Emma smiled in thanks and walked inside.
"Reservations for Schuester." He said to the hostess, and she looked dazed for a minute before nodding and grabbing two menus.
"Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Schuester."
'Damn it, a fine way to start a date.' He said sarcastically in his head. Emma seemed not to notice the hostess' mistake and she smiled again, but looked back at her feet while she walked. 'I have to fix this, how can I make this more relaxed?' Awful curse words almost escaped his mouth as he realized that he did have one completely insane option that might work, or it might send her running for the hills.
"Wait, Emma," He started, grabbing her hand and then rapidly letting go, afraid he would give her germs. Silently waving the hostess onward, Will looked at Emma and continued. "I have a better idea, trust me it'll be way better than dinner and some crappy movie we don't really want to see."
The little dimples in her forehead showed as she raised her eyebrows, confused at this sudden behavior – oh, she looked so cute.
"Well, what do you have in mind?"
"You'll see, just come on." He smiled brightly and grabbed her hand, becoming happier with this great idea. Realizing he had touched her again, he almost let go, but suddenly her fingers were entwining with his and it definitely was not his doing. 'Getting better and better.' He said in his mind, and his stomach began doing back-flips as he walked onward.

"Will, I don't think this is necessary." Emma said, referring to the blindfold now wrapped around her eyes.
"Don't worry, I found this in the glove box and I think it's completely clean. I don't want you to know where we're going, just wait and see!"
She hadn't heard him this giddy since Acafellas, and that hadn't exactly been recent. Will continued to drive, making sure to take a few turns so that she wouldn't start guessing. He had to keep this a surprise or she would surely object, and that would ruin his plan.
"But Will, we still have to eat!" He could sense the urgency in her voice; she didn't enjoy being temporarily blind. He also hadn't thought of that ye
"I-I know this great pizza place we can order from." Her loud gulp could probably be heard in another state. "Unless, you don't want to worry about germs…but if you want, I know the owner and I can call him and I can get him to make everything organic and germ-free and –"
She cut him off, realizing how panicked he had become. "That sounds lovely, Will." It wouldn't have been her first choice, though.
He sighed to himself, everything becoming less complicated again. They kept cruising along, and eventually Will made it to his destination. "Ok, you can take off your blindfold." Emma inhaled and untied it, looking at her surroundings. Her face fell, becoming confused.
"Will, why are we at McKinley High?"
"Just wait, I'm going to order the pizza and I have a special surprise for you."

It seemed so dark and eerie at night, with the black piano behind him and the starry night showing through the windows. He pulled a chair aside and set it down for her, ready to pour his heart out. Emma took a seat and he smiled. Grabbing the guitar off the top of the piano, Will began expressing his feels the only way he knew how.
"Me, I'm the one you chose. Out of all the people, you wanted me the most.
I'm so sorry that I've fallen, help me up let's keep on running; don't let me fall out of love.
Running, running as fast as we can. Do you think we'll make it?
We're running, keep holding my hand. It's so we don't get separated."
It was short, sweet, to the point, and everything he truly felt. He set the guitar down, and she seemed lost for words…but he couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. "Oh my gosh, Em, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that; it was a mistake."
Emma took her hand and lifted up that cute Kirk Douglas chin of his, grinning brightly. "It was wonderfully enjoyable, thank you." Silence seemed to come over them again.
"Let's walk through the hallways to wait for the pizza." He suggested, and she nodded in agreement.

The couple sat on the floor of the choir room, eating their pizza and having their first date – and it was actually going well.
"So, Em, do you think you might be able to keep teaching here? Even with Ken?" Will asked before grabbing another slice of pizza.
Emma, still munching on her first, wiped her mouth and tried to hide her surprise at the question. She failed.
"Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry that's still a sensitive subject."
"No, no, it's quite alright. I suppose, as it's still so soon, Figgins would give me my job back…but Will, I'm just too ashamed. I can't, I broke a promise to Ken that should never have been made, but damaged his pride nonetheless and I don't think I can face that."
Part of his mind desperately wanted to beg her to keep working there, but then the other part realized that would be extremely selfish of him. He couldn't force her to make a decision, to give her an ultimatum. "If you're sure, that's what you should do."
"What about you? You can't keep living out of your car, Will."
"It's really hard to find an apartment, especially since Terri's got everything back at the house."
"You'll find a way to make ends meet, you always do."
He chuckled in approval, nodding at the same time as he started thinking. How was this going to work, if she went off somewhere else to get a job and he had to –
Emma interrupted him. "Figgins already told me that if I can't find a job within three weeks he'll give me my job back. Something about me quitting without any notice at all, or something of the sort."
"And you would want to do that?"
"If I had to, but I definitely wouldn't be eating in the lunchroom…or leaving my office very often."
Will looked at her and set down his pizza, finishing his most recent bite. "I want to try and make this work, and if you need more time I'll give it to you in a second, just say the word."
She hadn't been expecting that statement, and she blinked a few times before thinking of what to say. "What if we try and it just comes back to get us? I don't want to lose our friendship, Will, however clichéd it sounds."
"I hate to break it to you, but at this point it doesn't matter what we do – the friendship is gone." They both realized that, no matter what happened from there, they couldn't do anything but become a couple. Just imagining going back to a normal friendship seemed awkward, especially considered they'd never even been normal in that way.
"Well, then, I guess we'll find out in three weeks how well this is going to work out."