I was floating gently over a vast plain. I had been flying rather high for the past few minutes, but gradually I was drifting towards the ground. I saw a lion pop up from the tall grass, mewling pitifully at me. I wanted to go and comfort it… but then again, that wasn't very wise.

I touched down, my impractical heels disappearing under my feet. The grass that had looked so pretty from above was now a bit suffocating. I couldn't see anything coming. I swatted a mosquito from my hair.

Suddenly, I heard a voice; a voice that I was very oriented to, simply from listening for it constantly. Squinting in the distance, I saw Will Schuester on the back of a tall giraffe, riding towards me.

"Emma? Em? Emma!" He dismounted. I smiled dreamily, walking towards him with my arms open to a hug.

Instead of wrapping his arms around me, like I expected {funny… he usually did… preceding kissing and other things, too}, he touched my shoulder and gently shook me.

"Emma? Wake up…" He murmured in my ear.

With a jolt, the savannah flooded away. My eyes opened slowly; when they adjusted, Will's face was inches from mine.

"Will!" He grinned at me.

"Time to go home, sleepyhead. Get some rest before tomorrow." My bleary eyes flicked to the clock above my door; eleven thirty.

"Oh, gosh, Will, I'm… I must have fallen asleep… I was planning on going home two hours ago!" I unfolded my hands from my lap and stretched, yawning. He half-sat on my desk.

"Yeah, same here. I was grading papers, and then I remembered some more work I had to do… it was all downhill from there. I was just leaving, when I saw your light on…" He laughed. "Thought I'd come in to see why you were still at work. I see why now, though." I blushed.

"Thank you for waking me. I would have slept here the whole night if you hadn't."

"No prob. Is there anything I can help you with…?" I glanced around.

"No, I don't have much. I'll be fine." I stood slowly, fishing for my purse. I didn't want this conversation to end just yet. "So, how are you doing now that um… you've…" He cut me off.

"I'm fine, and Terri's fine. I moved into an apartment on State St, she kept our old one." His voice had absolutely no emotion. I could tell he was neither pleased or distinctly disappointed with his recent divorce. Frustrating for me, the guidance counselor trying to figure him out.

"Well, that's good. Are you feeling ok?" I paused. "You know, we don't have to talk about this… I'm tired, a bit out of line…?" He shook his head.

"No, no, I want to. No one else has asked. They think I'll like break down or something." He sighed. "Terri and I always had problems. I always thought our love would overcome that, but… I was wrong. We just weren't right for each other." He gave me a little smile. I swung my purse over my shoulder, stepping bravely closer.

"Well, that's a good and mature way to look at the situation, Will. It sounds corny, but I guess I'm proud of you." I patted his upper arm in sympathy.

As I turned to get my coat off of the hook, he suddenly stood and took my hand. My breath caught in my throat.

"Wait, Em." I looked directly into his eyes, my stomach flipping wildly.

"Yes?" He sort of cleared his throat.

"I… thanks." I took a step towards him. A foot away was not very much space, especially when it was from Will.

"You're… you're welcome." I swallowed. His gaze flicked down to my lips, and our eyes locked for a long second.

Then, we were both moving closer at the same time, our mouths meeting somewhere in the middle. My mind was completely blank of thought; I only cared about him.

He slipped one arm around my waist, the other behind my shoulders. I gripped tightly around his neck, caressing his lips with mine. The tube of chapstick he always kept in his pocket was well used; his mouth was much softer than any other man I had kissed.

And what a good kisser he was. My knees wobbled as he gripped me tighter, passion increasing steadily. I gave a little moaning sigh, pressing my entirety against him; Will, the unrequited love of my life for going on three years, kissing me.

As our tongues met lightly, he backed me up against my desk, pulling away and gasping briefly before leaning in to kiss my neck. I maneuvered myself so I was sitting on my desk, legs on either side of him. I pulled his mouth back to mine, kissing sweetly with much passion.

I thought my heart was going to pop (Ok, has anyone seen Music and Lyrics? Pop Goes my Heart!!!!!!!! Omg lol I thought that was hilarious once I read it… sorry to spoil the moment with that :3) when his hands began slowly wandering, tracing my shoulders down my sides, resting on my hips briefly before moving slowly up… I gasped lightly when his fingertips grazed the skin just under my blouse. Very gentlemanlike, he didn't try to get up any farther.

"You can, if you want…" I murmured in his ear. He shook his head, lips lightly running across my face with the movement.

"Too fast." He sucked on the little hollow of skin under my earlobe. Every muscle in my body tensed, and I clutched his torso tightly with my legs. He pulled away, looking me straight in the eyes.

"Em…" He kissed me simply on the cheek. "You are officially the third girl I have ever kissed in my life." I laughed breathily.

"Well, that is absolutely ridiculous, because you are damn good at it." He smiled. "And I don't swear a lot. So you should know that I'm serious." He brushed my bangs out of my eyes, tucking them behind my ear. I closed my eyes.

"Now what?" His tone was very neutral, a weather-discussing tone. I sighed.

"Oh, Will, I don't know." My gaze traveled downwards. It was thrilling to see our bodies that close. (Even if I was a tiny bit embarrassed at how far up my skirt had hitched, unnoticed during our embrace). He cleared his throat.

"Well, would you like to go see a play with me Saturday?" The worrisome, misophobic portion of my brain began listing the species of germs living on public entertainment seats; the gleeful, normal, in-love portion of my brain began dancing a wild jig.

"I would absolutely love to." He kissed my nose gently.

"Run along before the clock tolls midnight, Cinderella." He gathered his bag, and with one last smoldering smile, he left my office, leaving me to a small mountain of unsorted paperwork I didn't care about and a requited love to squeal about.

Woohoo! If you review, I will write more Will/Emma stories. Simple as that. :3

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