Oooo! OK, so people have asked me to write the play scene for my Will and Emma fic. I decided to, and then have a little bit of smuffy goodness following… bet then I was working on this other story and it kind of died, but it was smuffy too, so I didn't want to have a monotony of smuff… so I squished the stories together and I'm wicked excited because I think it's working fantastically! :D Here's the play scene.
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I heard a tap on my door, and my eyes flew up from my book, re-focusing. I checked my appearance in a compact mirror from my purse as I walked through the hallway. After smudging my eyeliner a teeny bit, I stuffed it back in and smoothed my dress.
I opened the door, smiling pleasantly at the man standing before me, in a striped dress shirt, jeans and a nice jacket.
"Hey, Will." His eyes not-so-inconspicuously flicked up and down my body. He grinned.
"Em, you ready?" I noticed his little blue car parked in my short driveway, stalled and waiting for me. I nodded.
"Yep, lemme just grab my purse." It was a warm evening, no need for a jacket. My dress was strapless, coming just below my knee, fitted at the top with a feminine twirly bottom. A marble mixture of brown and cream, I thought it looked fantastic for the occasion. (I'm trying to describe a dress that I have… it's really pretty, let's just say that.) Judging by his expression after he did his once-over, he thought it did too.
I collected my little brown purse and followed him out, sliding into the passenger seat. I could tell that he just had it cleaned; it smelled of cleaner and the carpet was absolutely spotless. Nevertheless, I wiped the seatbelt, knobs, handle, and everything else in my immediate vicinity. He seemed to completely not notice my ritual, something I was grateful for. The last time I was in a man's car, about a year ago, my date had snorted and asked what the hell I was doing. The night hadn't gone well, to say the least.
"So, what are we seeing?" He grinned, sliding a CD into the slot.
"This is a hint. If you know the song, it will be obvious." He clicked to track four, turning up the volume. A low drumroll began faintly, getting louder and louder; my eyes widened in joy as I realized his song choice. He turned to me as the last drumbeat sounded.
"Insolent boy this slave of fashion
Basking in your glory
Ignorant fool this brave young suitor
Sharing in my triumph!" I turned to him, smiling in joy, deciding to play along.
"Angel, I hear you, speak, I listen;
Stay by my side, guide me.
Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me,
Enter at last, master!" My alto voice strained to hit Emmy Rossum's soprano notes, but I had heard the song enough times to sing every part. Apparently I did well, because his eyes sparkled, struggling to stay on the road, as he sang back to me the next verse.
Angel of Music finished, and we continued onto the next song, drowning in the music. It was really for the best that we arrived at the Blank Playhouse before Music of the Night came along; I would have passed out if Will Schuester sang one of my favorite love songs in my presence.
We left the car laughing, and he took my arm as he led me to the door of the white building.
"I had no idea you liked Phantom of the Opera, Em! Or you could sing so well, you should help me in Glee sometime." I giggled, taking a program from the ticket taker.
"Yes, yes, it's an amazing musical. Great teamwork, Will." He led me to a seat, near-ish to the stage, and I flipped through the small-town theater playbill.
A hush went over the audience as the curtain rose and the lights dimmed. The auctioneer on stage announced Lot 664, and I smiled when I heard Will humming along to the iconic theme.
The story rolled along, and I was thankful there was no intermission; a lobby crowded with people shoving for high priced snack food was not my element in any stretch of the word. For awhile I was so caught up in the tragic romance that I didn't hear Will yawning, see him stretching his arms out-in fact, I didn't realize his intent at all until I felt the warmth of his arm settle gently onto my shoulders. I momentarily froze, before relaxing, leaning back against his half embrace. The play was suddenly very hard to concentrate on with Will touching me, pulling me closer…
I turned my head to look at him and was surprised to see how close our faces had become in that short time period. My eyes flicked down to his lips the same time his did, then locking as we moved in unison.
This kiss was softer than our first, much sweeter. He pulled back slightly and then leaned in again, his fingers ever so lightly brushing my cheek. I placed my hand over his, laying on the seat rest, and I felt his fingers curl around mine. I tilted my head in the opposite direction and he corresponded seamlessly, making my body tingle; this man could easily be a god of kissing disguised as a teacher. My mind began to drift, imagining the possibilities of all the wonderful things he could do, judging by the quality of his kisses…
We withdrew before things got too hot for the community theater, and I rested my head on his shoulder. He stroked my hair as we continued watching; unfortunately, it was the scene in which the Phantom realizes his love is great enough to let Christine go. Will dried my badly concealed tears (I always cried at this part) and gave me a hand up for the standing ovation that followed. The actors bowed and the lights came on. People began walking for the door.
We turned to shuffle down the aisle, but suddenly Will froze in front of me.
"What?" I looked in the direction his gaze was locked on. My insides turned to lead.
There, two rows behind us, was Mercedes, Kurt, Tina, Quinn, Brittany, Santana, Rachel, and two men, one of whom looked like a male version of Rachel. My cheeks turned a deep red exactly on cue, thinking of the little show we had put on for them. Everything we had done in our seats that night; holding hands, side-hugging, hair stroking and kisses was on display for them. A smirk was curled on all of their lips. Will cleared his throat.
"H-hey, guys! What a surprise, seeing you here." Kurt grinned.
"Girl's night out, Mr. Schue. Equally surprised to see you and… Ms. Pillsbury… here." Mercedes badly concealed a snort. I very nearly shriveled. Rachel tried to break the awkward silence.
"Um, these are my dads. Dave and Chuck Berry." She gestured to the men sitting next to her and they gave little waves.
"Rachel raves about you, Mr. Schuester. You've done a fabulous job with the glee club." Said Chuck, his homosexuality clear in his voice. He smiled a bit apologetically.
"Thanks, I try." He returned the smile. I gave a little cough.
"We should probably…"
"…get going." He finished for me. We nodded in unison and began walking towards the door. "See you guys at school Monday!" I could have sworn Brittany murmured 'Have fun tonight!' as we passed. She must have, because high pitched giggles followed us out.
We walked to the car in dead silence, and it wasn't until the key was in the ignition before either of us made any noise.
"Well, that may have been the most embarrassing moment I've had all year." Will turned to me, face completely solemn. Then, without warning, he burst into laughter. I stifled a giggle. "It's not funny!" I couldn't help myself; I laughed with him, clutching my sides and shaking. He leaned in and took my face in his hands, kissing me with a smile on his lips.
"You wanna grab dinner somewhere? It's only seven." I began mentally running through our local options: a run-down Applebees, a sandwich place that closed at five, around four McDonald's, and a French gourmet place that really had no business being in a town like Lima. Nothing sounded appealing, or clean enough.
"We could go back to my place, I have stuff for pizza." His eyes lit up.
"Yeah! That sounds great!" I smiled, folding my hands in my lap.
"Take a right out of the parking lot and I'll walk you through the rest. I live near the Hummel's auto body." He nodded, switching on the radio.
We belted the lyrics to The Anthem by Good Charlotte, trying not to think about the imminent teases to come from the Gleeks.
Oh yeah! Next chapter coming very soon!!! (By the way, if you haven't gathered this yet, I am madly in love with the idea that Will is a fantastic kisser. Any man who can sing and dance like him has got to know exactly what to do with his body, if you know what I mean ;D )