I rather like this chapter, buut...
It's not exactly kid-friendly. I marked a line like ------ for where the content begins and ends.
(actually, something has happened and I can't post that part on the site...anyone who wishes to see it, seriously just send me a PM and I'll send it to you in a heartbeat. my apologies!)

About a week has passed between Chapter 8 and now.

She couldn't say it, she just couldn't. Emma had never told anyone she loved them, well except for her family of course. Ken had never once heard the words 'love' and 'you' come out of her mouth, and she hadn't planned to say it within the next millennium. Sure, she'd always thought she truly, completely loved Will, but the words had never actually come from her lips.
"I love…" It trailed off, and she groaned to herself. The reflection looking back at her most definitely was not William Schuester. "How can I ever make a relationship last if I can't even let those three simple words leave my mouth?" Then again, the relationship would probably never last without that one dirty act either. At least she could honestly admit she wasn't a virgin, thanks to one chaotic, drunken adventure in her college days. She shuddered to herself, silently thanking that the only thing she couldn't remember was the awful mess it must've made.
Still, the feelings that they had for each other could never be maintained without the healthy things that, admittedly, every relationship had. "Maybe I – I need to take a chance." She said softly, her doe-like eyes widening just at the thought. Could she even manage without hypervenelating? 'I'll have to try…just try, and see how it goes.' Emma though to herself, but gosh could she even manage to be sexy for one night in her life? He would probably laugh at her stupidity. In her heart, however, she knew that wasn't the Will she knew and, possibly, loved.
"So I was thinking, what if we ordered takeout tonight? You're starting to lighten up to certain restaurants, I'll let you pick one." Will said as he arrived at Emma's house, setting his shoes by the door and beginning to wash his hands. He had to rid himself of all the outside germs, or his girlfriend might just have a panic attack. Still, she could sense a slight bit of frustration in his voice. Just slightly hesitant. Since he said those three simple words, their relationship hadn't been going so smoothly.
"Um, well, I was thinking we could try something different."
He finished up and crinkled his eyebrows, not thinking along the same lines as her. "What, like a new takeout place? Are you sure?"
"No, no, Will." She closed her eyes, standing up from the couch and walking over to him. How could she put this…Emma put her arms around him and started playing with his hair, smiling sheepishly. "Something different, not having any relation to our evening meal."
Will still looked perplexed for a moment before finally realizing what she was getting at, and his eyes widened enormously. "What's gotten into you? This isn't the Em I know."
She took a deep breath and bit her lip a little, not knowing where to begin. "Since I couldn't return the act of saying 'I love you', I just want to try and see if I could –"
He still looked hesitant, as if his girlfriend had been replaced by an alien or something. "You can't be serious, that's no reason to rush into something like this."
She was beginning to grow impatient; Emma needed to do this for herself, she needed proof that she could handle it. Her mind told her that she wouldn't be able to, that any slight mess would send her running with insanity; her heart told her the opposite, that any touch of Will's was one she could handle the germs of. Was it insanity, for her to one to prove something like that? It was a personal decision, and he had to respect it. "I need this for myself." She squeaked, beginning to feel her stomach twist up into a knot. Emma's eyes drifted downward in shame, as if she could no longer be in his presence.
He lifted up her chin with one finger and leaned forward, giving her one soft, wet kiss. After a few seconds he pulled away, and her eyes remained closed before opening soon after. It would've been a sweet, romantic gesture if the traces of spit around her mouth weren't extremely obvious. She lifted her hand to quickly wipe it away, but found that he was holding them to prevent her. "Can you handle that?"
Her breath caught mid-inhale; his voice was so soft and tender, and it gave her chills. Emma took a risk and leaned forward, placing a kiss on his mouth all her own. When she pulled away, he smiled and wiped away her mouth for her, but she didn't even flinch as he did so. "Are you really ready for something like this?"

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"Remember this," He began in her ear. "Remember that through everything, I will always love you, Emma Pillsbury." She felt weary, her eyelids drifting closed every few seconds. Emma loved him, she actually loved him. Opening her mouth to say it, she couldn't find the energy and just let out a whoosh of air. He kissed her on the cheek as his breathing slowed, and before they knew it they had both unwillingly fallen to sleep.

Emma awoke with a jolt, sitting up immediately and rubbing her eyes. What time was it?! She would be late…oh wait, it was Saturday. Reaching a much more comfortable level, Emma looked at the clock and slowly started rising. 10:00 a.m.: Oh right, she slept with someone last night.
Her eyes suddenly widened, and she almost choked on air as all the previous nights' events came back to her. She'd slept with Will, not that she hadn't enjoyed it but…wait, where was he? Emma looked around urgently, trying to find her boyfriend. Not in the bathroom, definitely not in the bed…
"Oh my gosh, I've experienced a one night stand." She felt herself freaking out, having never done something like she did the night before. She completely opened herself up to him, and he had shut her down. He'd left her for the skanky whore she was.
That was, until the smell of pancakes flared up into her nostrils. Who could be cooking? She pulled on her pajama pants and slowly walked out, trying to be silent. It failed miserably.
"Hey, you're up! I made us some breakfast." Will said, slowly flipping the circular bits of batter.
It was then that she realized, as she looked at him in just his boxers and a T-shirt. She had completely opened herself up last night, something she had never done, and he was here treating her just as well.
"I love you." She blurted out, in shock even as she said it. It was so easy, now that the words were out. She loved him, and she had always loved him. His smile, his hair, his eyes, and, now that she'd seen them, she was definitely a fan of those perfect abs.
"W-What?" Will said, his eyebrows crinkling as he tried to register what she said.
She took a few steps forward, taking a deep breath as she grew courage to say it again. "I love you, Will, I love you." Everything was on the table now, and there was no turning back.
He moved one strand of hair out of her face and intertwined his hands with hers. "You know, you're beautiful, Em, even with bed-head."
Leaning forward, she planted a kiss on his lips and then nestled her head into his neck. "I'm hungry." She responded, and he laughed.
Completely letting their guards down could prove to be a great, great thing.