This is a big moment in their relationship :)
Between Chapter 7 and Chapter 8, there's a time difference of about 2 months.
After this, time doesn't skip ahead very much.
Sorry for small amounts of bad language!

"You see, I've never thought apples were that tasty." said Emma, glancing at Will as he bit into his daily intake. "And they're a little messy."
He laughed, finding her mysophobia incredibly cute. By now, he loved every single quirk about her. Will loved the way she crinkled her eyebrows whenever she was thinking, and he loved how she curled her hair outwards every day. He loved how she held her hands while she was sitting down…her smile, her laugh, and her eyes. But most of all, he loved how everything had to be cleanly and neat. He'd began to contemplate exactly what love was, and whether or not he felt it again. Thinking he felt it with Terri, he'd rushed into telling her and proposing…what a disaster that had been. Since the disintegration of his marriage, Will doubted whether he knew what real love was. Like he had said, he could no longer look at Terri and have that feeling of love and of family. He just felt nothing – but Emma was the opposite.

"Dude, you're whipped." His brother had said when Will called a week ago.
"What are you talking about?" Crap, had he been talking about Emma again? He hadn't even noticed. "She's not in control of this relationship."
"That may be, but seriously?! All you do is talk about her hair, and her laugh, and 'Oh, Emma said the funniest thing today. Oh, Emma looked so beautiful today.' Seriously, shut up for once!"
"I'm so sorry, what were we talking about before that?"
"Oh, you mean besides your girlfriend? We were talking about my baby, Will."
"Wait, what?!"
"Yeah, Leslie's pregnant."
"Jeff, that's great!"
"Yeah, thanks, but can we talk about you now because obviously we need to. I think it's obvious you love her."
"I don't think love is the right word."
"No, yeah it is. I haven't even met this chick and she already sounds better than Terri."
"You adored Terri."
"She was alright, but you were never completely happy around her. Honestly, I've never heard you talk about someone like this. Not even with her, and we were fifteen back then."
Will paused, thinking about it. He tried assessing the situation, but he couldn't, all he could do was think about Emma.
"Tell her; I know it sounds corny and all, but you'll feel much better."

Now Will just looked at his girlfriend, lost for words. When should he say it, and how? He opened his mouth to speak, but then immediately closed it. Thank goodness she didn't notice, for she was too busy eating her celery.
"So, what would you think about hanging out at my house after school? I mean, after glee rehearsals." Emma asked as she wiped her hands on a napkin.
Just as he was about to answer, another voice replaced his own.
"Hey, Emma." Ken Tanaka said lightly, before turning coldly to the other. "Will."
Will looked across the table to see Emma's eyes twice as wide as they normally were, and he didn't dare start making flirty gestures with her ex-fiancé in the room. "K-Ken, what are you doing here?" Her shaking voice echoed.
"What? I can't eat lunch with two fellow colleagues?" Ken suddenly sat down next to Will, wrapping his arm around the Spanish teacher and holding him tightly. Ouch.
"So, how's your life going?" Was he trying to hit on her or something? Will almost started barfing right there in the lunchroom.
She'd been terrified of this confrontation for months, and now it was finally happening, yet Ken didn't act at all as he should have.
"Actually, Ken, I'm really sorry, but Emma was just having to get back to her office. Right?" He almost called her 'Em', and that wouldn't have gone over well.
"What, so you're too good for me now?" Ken said, standing up to tower over Will.
"What – no! I didn't say I was going with her, I'm not done with my lunch yet." He immediately took a large bite out of his sandwich, and Emma used that chance to get away.
"Sorry, maybe we'll catch up later. It was nice talking to you!"
Will stood to try and escape himself, but the football coach held him back.
"Just hold up a sec, Schuester. I know about you two, and I just gotta say: you don't deserve her, not even a little. I'll prove that to her, one way or another, and it'll just be another failed relationship on your part. You hear me?" With that, he was off.
Crap, this wasn't going to make anyone's day better.

The final bell rang, and Will got his chance to talk to her. Ever since the lunch fiasco, he had made sure to steer clear until he knew they were safe from Ken's interruptions.
"I mean, I can't deal with any drama he's going to decide to bring into this school."
"It's going to be fine."
"No, I'm not so sure. I just – I thought this was finally over." She buried her head into her hands, fighting back her frustration.
"Hey," Will began, walking towards her and moving her hands. He lifted her chin with a finger, speaking lightly and comfortingly. "This is going to be fine, it'll simmer down by the end of the week. Just go home, take a relaxing bath, and rid yourself of any germs he brought into the room.
He felt her shudder and a small chuckle escaped his lips at her typical behavior.
"Well, look, I'm going to go but I'll see you later." She picked up her things and started walking out, leaving Will alone in her office.
He watched her walk away, and it felt like the aftermath of sectionals all over again. She was walking away, maybe not forever, but it definitely felt like it. Will had to say it now, or else he would forever regret losing an opportunity. Maybe this wasn't the best time, but he sure as hell wasn't taking any chances.
"Emma, I love you."
She stopped in her tracks, turning around. Her face fell, and she crinkled her eyebrows in that adorable way; Will practically melted into a puddle. "I love you." He said again, walking towards her.
"I heard you." Her voice was barely a whisper, and she looked up at him with those big, doe-like eyes. She was so beautiful. Will realized he was staring at her, and then quite as suddenly realized that she wasn't saying anything back.
"Oh, my God, Emma I'm so sorry. You don't have to say anything back, it was just something I had to say and…" He trailed off, and she wanted to say something but she couldn't.
"Will, I just can't say it. I have no idea what it even is, I've never said it before, I -"
God, why had he said it in the first place? It had been a huge mistake to say it then, and he was going to kill Jeff. 'Wait, no it wasn't.' Will reminded himself within his thoughts, and he shook his head in real life. "I don't care if you say it back or not. I just needed you to know." But, no, that wasn't enough. For one moment, he completely emptied out his feelings, right in the middle of the hallway. Glee club was waiting, there were still kids bustling about to get ready to leave, yet here Will stood. "I melt whenever I see you, Em. Every time I smell something as simple as hand sanitizer, I want to go racing after you. Every time I see you smile, my heart flutters." He grabbed one of her hands, entwining his fingers with hers. "Every time I do this, just hold your hand, I feel like my entire arm is on fire." Pausing, he took a deep breath and said his final thoughts and took a step towards her. "Every time I kiss you, nothing else exists. You're my world, and I love you, even if the feeling isn't mutual." Shit, he was just making things worse for himself.
He closed his eyes and Emma was suddenly leaning in, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. They stood there for a few moments, before one last kid finally came whizzing by and interrupted them. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug and whispered in his ear. "I'll see you later Will, just call me."

"Shit," Will began as he walked, trying to keep a steady pace and make it to glee club without falling apart. He'd just thrown it all out there, and Emma was probably scared out of her wits. 'I'll see you later, just call me.' was all she said, after he admitted his strong feelings for her. Would she break up with him now? Oh God, oh God. And they'd had plans that were now obviously canceled.
He finally made it to glee club, and immediately tried to start focusing, but could not. He couldn't even manage to put a fake smile upon his features.
"Are you okay, Mr. Schue?" Puck asked. Wow, if Puck was concerned he must really look bad.
"I'm fine, Puck, what number are we doing?"
They ignored his question, and Rachel spoke up. "Mr. Schuester, in all honesty you haven't looked this bad since before sectionals. Is everything alright?"
Before sectionals: obviously she was referring to Terri, even if Rachel wouldn't say it. He managed to fake happiness and laughed it off, though the laugh sounded extremely fake and cheesy.
"Fine, why wouldn't I be?"
Oh God, oh God.