Oh boy, chapter seven! I thank all reviewers for their care enough to write a quick critique. The rest of you can just go fuck yourselves in pits. :P Just kidding (a little…)
My entire Sunday was spent fretting over our date the previous night; it had been absolutely wonderful, by far the nicest outing I've ever had with a man. But how the night had ended was what troubled me.
Maybe I had been a little forward. But, you couldn't really blame me. All my past experience of bedroom matters told me that the guy wanted to be in your pants, no matter what. I guess I thought Will would be all over me the second my zipper came down. The fact that he wasn't brought me to two conclusions: A, he thought it was too fast for our relationship, which was sweet, or B, he thought I was nasty and didn't want to get near my bed with a ten foot pole.
Because I am a worrier, I focused less on option A and a lot more on option B. What if I was just a filler for another girl he had his eye on? What if, after our date was done, he decided he didn't like me after all? He was a very good actor, and he could have been faking the happiness he was showing.
By the time I got to school on Monday I had worked myself into a crisis. I wasn't on the brink of expecting him to break up with me right away, just nervous and unsure. Suddenly, my phone began vibrating in my pocket. I felt my blood pressure rise dangerously high when I took it out and saw his name flashing on the screen.
I flipped it open and saw a new text.
Hey u need 2 come 2 my room rite now. b fast my 1st class starts in a few.
-W
My stomach turned. Why did he need me to come to his office, right now? Biting my lip, I quickly typed a response.
On my way. ? up?
I stood, putting my bag temporarily on my desk and leaving my office. My heels clacked down the tiled hallways as I nervously made my way to the Spanish room, inconveniently halfway across the school.
I arrived outside his door and, after a quick Wet-Ones, quietly turned the knob.
"Will? What did you-" He had been waiting for me, directly on the other side. Before I could even finish my sentence, I was gathered in his arms and pressed up against the door to his classroom, being wildly kissed.
I automatically wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing back. Our noses bumped, hands tangled in hair, legs rubbed, lips caressed fiercely. I felt him reach behind me and yank down the shade on the door, blocking out the very little light in the darkened room.
Apparently I had forgotten to breathe, because I had to pull away before I fainted. He ignored my gasping and took my hands, pinning them above my head, kissing my wrists and palms.
"W-Will! I…" He grinned slyly.
"Good morning." I laughed.
"This is a bit unexpected." He nodded.
"I wanted to surprise you. I missed you." I sprinkled butterfly kisses on his cheek.
"Mhm, you missed me in the, oh, thirty six hours you didn't see me?" He nodded somberly.
"I'm so used to having my woman available at a moment's notice… being apart from her is proving to be a challenge." I caught his lips softly.
"Well, I'm terribly sorry to keep you waiting." He pushed my head back against the door, his mouth attacking mine with an intensity that can only be described as violent. I pulled my hands free and let them roam up and down his body, enjoying the tightness of his arms and torso. I picked at the bottom of his shirt, wanting to untuck it as discreetly as possible. He pulled back, murmuring in my ear.
"Isn't it a bit early for that?" I giggled.
"You have twenty minutes until your class comes." He shrugged.
"True. But I still don't think my room is the best place to be doing such things." I snorted.
"Who cares the time and the place? We're not going to do anything too bad." I jerked his shirt out of his pants, gliding my fingers up his stomach. He gave a deep moan, nipping and sucking on my neck as I massaged his chest. Finally… his abs really are as wonderful as they look…
He cupped my head in his hands and tilted my neck further, and I felt his lips moving harder against my skin. Screw germs. His bacteria-laden mouth felt fantastic.
Suddenly, there was a sharp rap from the other side of the door. I jumped, looking around wildly. The curtain was drawn, but I saw the shadow of feet under the crack on the floor.
"Mr. Schue? Are you in there? I was on last night and I think I found the most perfect song for regionals, EVER. I really think we should get a little bit of a head start before rehearsal tomorrow afternoon, I had some ideas for choreography I can run by you. I can't believe I haven't thought of this before!" That voice was unmistakable; Rachel, excited and ready for a new day, regardless of the hour of the morning.
My mouth popped open during her speech, and we both gave each other once-overs. Most of my coral lipstick had rubbed all around his mouth, his hair was sticking up funny, his shirt was untucked and rumpled, and (I couldn't help but notice as my eyes strayed south) it was quite obvious he hadn't calmed down from the excitement we were sharing. I couldn't possibly look much better; I would be shocked if my neck didn't look like I was recovering from bad chicken pox. Knowing we didn't have much time before Rachel battered the door down, we made a split second decision.
"Yeah, Rach, hang on a sec, the janitor locked the door and it always gets stuck." He flipped on the lights and, with really nowhere else to go, I dove behind his desk and crouched, huddling. After making sure I was hidden and smearing my lipstick off into a tissue, he opened the door.
I didn't dare peek, but I heard her, chipper as ever, as she threw a pile of papers onto one of the many tables in the room.
"Okay, so, get this: You Can't Stop the Beat, from Hairspray!!! Isn't it just perfect??? I was thinking we could dress up and stuff like we're the characters, wouldn't that be amazing? Finn would be a great Link, and I could stuff some pillows under my costume and be Tracey, and I bet Mercedes would love to be May-Belle…" She yammered on and on, and I could barely hear Will trying to interject.
"Yea-Rach, I, that…great, but-yeah, see-" She wouldn't desist.
"…and I'm sorry I'm being a little long winded but I am just so excited for this idea and I think it would be a really great thing for you to consider." She was very out of breath. I heard Will sigh.
"Rach, I love your ideas and I'll definitely consider it." I heard papers shuffling.
"Great, you can look over my material and then announce your decision at Glee tomorrow." I heard her walking… right over to his desk.
I didn't dare move as she set her folders down, organizing them by topic, no doubt. I don't think Will was breathing either; I can't imagine the trouble we'd get in if a student knew of our inappropriate activities on school grounds.
Finally, I heard her stepping away from the desk.
"Seeya later, Mr. Schue! Oh, and by the way, I like your shirt untucked. You should wear it like that more often." The door closed behind her, and we both let out the breath we had been holding. I stood and promptly fell into his open arms, knees weak from squatting.
"That was a tiny bit scary." He laughed shakily.
"Yeah, especially since she saw us on Saturday. I can't wait until my first class; all of the girls who were at the play are in it. And Kurt." I kissed his cheek.
"First bell is in ten minutes. I'd better be getting back." He nodded, squeezing me tight, and then holding me at arms length.
He carefully rearranged wanton strands of hair, then wiped lipstick away from my mouth with a Kleenex. He smoothed my blouse, then smiled at his handiwork.
"There. Acceptable for walking to the ladies' room to do a quick touch-up." I rumpled his curly hair.
"See you at lunch." He winked as I opened the door.
"Until then, Senorita." (Pretend he said that in Spanish, I'm a Latin-speaker '~') (sorry for the in-text A/N)
I wasn't until four o'clock, when I was packing my things up and getting ready to go, that I remembered my piano lesson. The mind-jog was Will, tapping at my door and waving a piano book at me. He turned the knob.
"Hey, gorgeous, you ready?" I involuntarily blushed at the flirty compliment.
"Yes." He swooped in and grabbed my purse and school bag from me before I could lift them off my desk. I sighed. "You don't have to carry those." He shook his head.
"I do. I am required to." I laughed.
"By whom?" He thought.
"By… the laws of dating a beautiful woman. If you aren't perfect to her, as she deserves, she will clearly fly away from you and into the arms of another man." Feeling my heart melting slowly, I followed him out the parking lot, telling him about my day.
He got into the driver's seat of his little blue car and stuck his head out the window.
"Follow you home, 'kay?" I nodded and slid into my gray car.
The tiny driveway on my half of the condo was just barely big enough for two cars; I had to be extra careful not to dent his already shabby vehicle when I opened my door.
Before I could even think about wiping down the doorhandle it was opened for me, and I stepped in. How did I end up with someone so charming?
I stretched, feeling at peace. My piano lesson was bound to be wonderful; secretly, I was over the moon about getting a formal musical education. I would never show it, but I was always frustrated when I tried to play. Lessons from someone who no doubt had been playing all his life would be amazing.
Walking into the kitchen, I decided we both needed a snack. I scrupulously washed and cut two apples, then set them on a plate with ten evenly cut slices of cheese. He leaned against the doorframe, watching me with a quirked eyebrow.
"You're so sweet." He took a slice and bit off a chunk, crunching it in his mouth. I washed and Germ-Exed my hands, then daintily ate a piece of cheddar. "So, shall we begin?" I nodded, taking his hand and leading him down the hallway, bringing the plate with us.
He pulled the cover off of my piano and set it neatly on a pile of bins, using a wipe from a nearby Clorox container to clean the seat and keys. I nearly died, because he didn't even have to think about being considerate to me. He took the plate and set it on top, then gently led me over and sat me down.
"So. I kind of got a taste of what you can do the other night, but I really think we should start off with everything you know." He sat next to me, gesturing to the alphabetically stacked music books. "Why don't you show me what you can do?"
I paused, thinking. Then I took one of the books from the middle and flipped to a song I like. Ballade, by Bartok.
I began to play, very messily, nothing like the recording. He sat there patiently, waiting for me to finish my disastrous version of the famous piece. When I finished, he clapped and I hid my head in my hands.
"Em, that was really good! A lot of people I've helped with piano before haven't been able to play that one. But, I think you might be a little more comfortable if…" I felt his hand gently touch the small of my back, "your posture were a bit better." Tingles shot up my spine as he rearranged my torso. Soon his hands were on my belly, my shoulders, perfectly positioning me. Even one went down to move my feet (I swear he was teasing when he glided it back up my leg). After putting a thumb under my chin and making my head sit up straighter, he nodded.
"There. That's how you should be sitting." My head was a bit foggy, and my body burned in the places he had touched me. "Memorize this position and resume it whenever you sit at the piano." I nodded, glancing down; feet slight apart in front of the pedals, back straight and leaning forward slightly, head up but facing the keys, arms resting and ready to play.
"Okay. I can do that." He clapped his hands once.
"Great! This is a little boring, but let's start with some scales. It's going to be pretty basic for the first few lessons, but I think you'll learn quickly… we can move on to the fun stuff sooner than later." He winked brazenly at me and I shivered. I couldn't help but think of the parallels in that sentence to how he wanted our relationship to go…
We ran through C, G, F, and D scales a few times, then worked on chords and inversion. He walked me through time signatures and note value, dynamic symbols, and key indication. Most of it was buried vaguely in my mind, rushing back when he described it. An hour seemed to fly by, and it wasn't until my watch beeped that I looked down and saw that it was six o'clock.
"Oh, gosh, look at the time!" He laughed, closing the book we were currently running through.
"Yeah, it's getting late." I turned to him, shaking out my fingers.
"This was… really, really great, Will. I can't thank you enough." He grinned, taking my hand and kissing the fingertips.
"No problem, Emma. It's really my pleasure." I looked at the ground, remorse suddenly filling me. I had been fretting over this all weekend, and it was time to just get it out.
"W-Will… I… I'm sorry." He cocked his head.
"What? Why are you sorry?" I squeezed my eyes shut.
"For, you know, coming on to you so hard on Saturday." I blushed deep red, staring at my toes. "I don't want you to think I don't… value our relationship. We should be taking it slow, and I was stupid." I felt his arm around my waist, pulling me into a sideways forgiveness hug.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. I was actually pretty surprised that you were that forward." He kissed my temple, wrapping his other arm around my front. I hid my face in my hands.
"I… I've actually never been that, um, bold. I thought… I don't know, you'd appreciate it."
"Oh, I definitely appreciated it, Em. Confidence is, well, hot." I giggled, peeking through my fingers. "Just a little fast. Let's keep this at an even pace, ok?" I nodded.
"Yes, agreed." He pulled my hands away from my face and put them on his, leaning in for a sweet little kiss. I sighed, tilting my head to correspond with his.
He pulled back much too soon, blowing cool air softly on my face.
"I'd love to stay, but I have dinner with my parents tonight." I smiled at the fact that I had snagged a man that wasn't ashamed to be hanging out with his parents.
"'Kay." He stood from the piano, taking me with him by the hand. I followed him to the door, leaning against the frame when he opened it.
"I think I'm falling in love with you, Em." He kissed my hand gently. I twisted my fingers to cup his cheek and bring his lips to mine.
"Me too, Will." He grinned, waving as he walked to my driveway.
I watched him drive away until I couldn't see his car.
A little bit of steam, a little bit of fluff. Feedback? And how many more dates until they have sex? Because I'm getting impatient myself. I might have to do some time lapse action in the next chapter.