This chapter's kind of long, but it's also rushed. I'm sorry I skipped some things, but if writing them bored me, it would surely bore you.
Next chapter, things start heating up.
This is set exactly where chapter six left off, right after they decided to start dating. Enjoy!
By the way, thank you so much for all the reviews! Yall are amazing.

"I always thought this show was pretty boring." Will said after a long silence.
Emma looked up at him, smiling. "I agree, with you as the director glee could spin circles around them." American Idol played on the TV screen, some random person belting out a song in a desperate attempt to keep their spot on the show. She lay comfortably in his lap, her legs sprawled out on the sofa and her head resting on his stomach. This feeling was so much more relaxing than having to wonder what would become of them. 'I'm dating Will Schuester.' She giggled in her head, not being able to get over the idea. The perfect man: he was hers to hold, as long as he remained hygienic.
"Come on, Em, even we aren't that good." Her boyfriend said, and she continued gazing into his eyes.
"Don't be so modest, you big goofball."
Suddenly the phone rang and Will jumped up to answer it, making Emma move away from him and leaving her with an empty feeling. "Wait a second, how do you have the phone connected already?" She called out to him.
"I had to hook it up so that my parents could call me, they've been dying to know what's going on in my life." He yelled back before answering. "Hello…" his voice trailed off, and after that Emma could only hear bits and pieces.
"Yes, the divorce is final….I don't care, Dad, there was no way I was going to stay with her…Well, I'm almost set up in my apartment…" He grew quieter, and Emma tried not to listen in on his business, but it grew hard when she heard her name. "She's amazing, I haven't felt this great in so long….wait, no, I don't think Emma would like that….yes, her name is Emma….maybe, I don't know. Fine, if you've already made up your mind." Will hung up and walked over, resting himself happily below Emma again so she could lay down.
"What was that about?" She asked as he began rubbing her head.
"Is this okay?" He asked, pulling away as if it weren't cleanly. She nodded, and repeated her question. "Well, that was my parents. I told them all my good news, and that was about it."
"I might've heard my name mentioned."
Will chuckled, shaking his head. "Emma Pillsbury, were you eavesdropping?" Emma buried her head into his knee. "Well, they asked about this new woman in my life and I told them your name, and that you were my new girlfriend, then they insisted that they meet you when they come see my new place. So please, don't make any plans for next Saturday night because they want to have dinner here with us."
Shrugging it off, she nodded before returning her gaze to the show. She continued watching, beginning to hum along as a song she liked came on and…wait, what?! Emma jumped up off the couch and looked at him, her eyes even bigger than they normally were. "Will, what are you talking about?! Gosh, your parents will absolutely loathe me, and what about my…um, cleanliness issue. No, no, no this is going to be a disaster." She plopped herself onto the couch again, covering her eyes in horror.
"Hey," Will started, moving her closer and brushing a finger across her cheek. "Don't talk about yourself that way, Em, my parents will love you ten times more than they did Terri. As for the sanitation, we'll make sure we cook a yummy, clean meal and everything will be sterilized before they arrive. We'll just try to tone it down a little, and there'll be no problem."
She didn't feel very convinced. "I don't think this will go over very well."
"By the time next Saturday arrives, you will."

Nope, this Saturday was not going to go well. Emma paced Will's apartment, only half-listening as he tried to calm her down. She had woken this morning with a headache that felt like people punching her temples, over and over and over again. What was even worse, she couldn't inform Will of this. What would he even say? It would seem as though she were trying to get out of the dinner, and that would seem rude. No, she'd just have to sit through it for the night.
"You look fantastic, and…this isn't the Em I know, you should be really calm about this." He said, pulling her close to him.
She looked at him, her doe eyes sparkling with just a little bit of angst. Maybe she would be more calm if it weren't for this burning sensation in her head. "I didn't even meet Ken's parents, I don't know how these kind of things work." Was it normal to be feeling sick; could the headache just be her nerves?
He sighed, remaining silent for a moment and then beginning to speak. "Ok, here's what's going to happen," Will started, making sure she was listening. Emma could barely focus with the ringing in her ears that had now started up, but she tried to focus on his words. "My parents are going to arrive, and basically they're going to ask you a little about yourself. Then they'll talk to me for a while, then they'll talk to both of us, then we'll have dessert and they'll leave. Em, after Terri you'll be a blessing in their eyes, which I can't exactly disagree with."
Emma smiled and looked at him, leaning in to give him a soft kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds, resting his forehead on hers so that they wouldn't part. She wanted to pull away for he was only making the pressure worse, but at the same time it filled her stomach with wonderful butterflies. "We're having roast beef with steamed vegetables, doesn't that sound nice?" She nodded in reply, ouch. It was as though her brain shook with every movement. "Then we'll have a nice, clean, lemon pie for dessert. Everything will be fine."
She took a deep breath and giggled at her momentary breakdown, knowing that she was probably freaking out over nothing; even the giggle hurt, however, and she knew it would be a rough night without a handful of Advil to assist her. "Ok, everything will be fine." She hoped.

After preparing for a little while longer, the doorbell rang and Emma took a sharp inhale, trying to calm herself down. Truly, this wasn't her normal behavior. She should just be very clean and collected, but instead she felt disgusting and a mess. Her head, it was her head. Will rubbed her shoulders and then walked away to answer the door. "Hey, Mom! Hey, Dad!" He said from the other room, and Emma continued pretending to pour over the food. A few minutes passed as he showed them around his apartment, and she heard him speak again.
"Ok now that that's done," He began, and she could hear his voice getting closer…closer…closer… "This is Emma Pillsbury, she's the guidance counselor at McKinley."
"Oh, well it's very nice to meet you." Mr. Schuester said, and Emma held back her surprise. She'd been so scared they would try and shake her hand, but apparently Will took care of that. Maybe she would've been a little more thankful, if it weren't for the throbbing.
"Well, dinner should be ready any minute. How about we sit down and have a drink first, let you guys' settle in a little?"
"A glass of wine sounds lovely." Will started to head off, but Emma stopped him and quietly insisted on doing it herself. While she set to complete her task, she could hear the three quietly whispering in the other room and she just grew more self-conscious – but that made her head hurt twice as much. Walking in with four glasses of wine in hand, Emma was sure to set hers down quickly so that no one else would touch it.
"So, Emma," Will's father began, and she gulped silently. What would he ask? Gosh, thinking made her head hurt. "I hear that you were the one who chaperoned my son's glee club when he could not."
She smiled and nodded, before realizing she seemed mute. "Yes, I was very happy to take time to help Will and the kids." That didn't exactly know how much that one choice affected her life, but she'd keep that a secret.
"Well, any one that Will loves, we love too." They cheered her without clinking glasses and took a drink.
Emma followed suit, but as soon as the strong taste of wine hit her taste buds she cringed with pain. She hoped no one noticed.
"Honey, are you alright?" Will asked, showing concern. Of course, she could never be so lucky.
"Fine, I just swallowed the wrong way is all."
They continued their conversation, had dinner, and did all sorts of things that must be done at family introductions. Emma could not focus, however, and was left to be on autopilot the rest of the night. It was as if, with every heartbeat, her head would throb as well and send her into a shiver of pain.

"See, that wasn't so bad." Will said as he shut the door, pulling Emma into a large hug. Her head continued to pound and she shut her eyes as tight as she could, trying to relieve maybe just some of the pain. "What's wrong? You didn't seem nearly as eccentric as you normally are, but they loved you just the same."
"Yes, it went fine…Will, would you mind rubbing my head for me?" She asked, already starting to do it herself. "I've had the worst headache since this morning."
"Sure, no problem. You should've told me your head hurt."
Emma lay down, resting her head on his lap, but as soon as she did the pain just grew worse. As much as he tried, Will just couldn't relieve her pain. She sat up again, trying to get more comfortable, and her nose immediately started running. 'Goodness, germs, uh-oh…' Emma rushed to the sink, grabbing as many tissues as she could to wipe her nose off. Once that deed had been done, she instantly started trying to scrub her hands free of germs. Every time she moved, her nose just seemed to start running again, and she grew frustrated having to repeat the same process a thousand times.
Will came up behind her and discreetly placed a hand on her forehead – him being secretive didn't work too well. "What are you doing? You're hands are freezing!"
"No, Em, you're burning up. What happened to you?"
"I don't know, I've just had a terrible migraine and my nose just started running." Now her migraine was making her dizzy; she just wanted to curl up into a ball and wait for it to go away.
"Hey, come on," Will started, but when he saw she didn't move he took matters into his own hands. Scooping her up quickly, Will carried his girlfriend to the guest bedroom, laying her down gently against the sheets.
"No, Will, I'm fine, just let me drive home and –"
"Not a chance, you can stay here in the guest room so that I can keep an eye on you. You look awful."
Emma smiled, starting to groan and rub her head. "Thanks, that's what every girl dreams of hearing."
Sensing her sarcasm and annoyance, Will decided to take more action. "I'm going to get you a nice, germ-free cup of tea and then you can get to bed early."
But, no, she needed to take a bath! Emma opened her mouth to speak, but it only sent surging pain through her forehead. She was so tired…so, so tired, could she just shower in the morning? Emma was about to answer the question herself, but all around her darkness was enclosing...

"Em, wake up." Will shook her gently, not even giving her a simple five minutes sleep.
"No, Will…" She started, trailing off. So tired, so painful…
"Take some medicine, it'll make you feel better. " It felt like she was a child, and he was attempting to force-feed her medicine.
She opened her mouth just a little and he took that as a sign, slipping the spoon full of syrup into her mouth and leaving her to swallow on her own. He set the tea down on the side table, rubbing her arm lightly in comfort. "You think you'll be ok to sleep?"
Lightly shaking her head, Emma patted the bed. She still felt so groggy, she couldn't think straight. She just knew she wanted him next to her, holding her as tight as he could. "Sleep with me, what if I get even more sick during the night?"
"That seems a little too inappropriate, are you sure?"
"More than I've ever been, come here." She patted the bed next to her, not realizing she was still above the covers and in her fancy dress, but wait she couldn't sleep in that…suddenly ignoring whatever her common sense said, she slowly started slipping her clothes off and Will was suddenly grabbing her arm, his voice urgent.
"What are you doing?"
"I can't sleep in my dress, and I don't have anything else."
"Well, wait, um, you can borrow a shirt of mine." He quickly disappeared, only to run back with a clean shirt for her to slip on. Will felt so protective, as if something could hurt her at any moment.
"Thanks." She mumbled, settling to go back to sleep. Then she heard him slowly leaving, and she shook her head. "Here, sleep next to me." The normal Emma would never be so demanding.
Sighing at the fact he couldn't get away, Will pulled up the covers and helped her as well. He lifted her again, slowly and gently, before placing her comfortably under the sheets. Hesitant, he joined her in the bed and lay down next to her. She could tell his breathing had grown heavier with anxiety, and she nestled into him to try and calm him down. Grabbing his hand, she wrapped his arm around her waist and set it on her stomach so that they were cuddling. His breath caught and he tried to calm down, but couldn't hold back. He entwined his fingers with hers and kissed her once on the cheek, before going back to his pillow. In an instant, they were both asleep in each other's arms.