When I woke up I found myself alone in Will's bed, the covers tucked up around my shoulders. I smiled to myself at the thought of him tucking me in, but then my smile faded when a thought floated into my brain: 'What if he's angry with me?' I heard the sound of the kettle boiling in the kitchen and figured that he would be in there. As I drew nearer to the door I heard the unmistakable sound of the opening riff to 'I believe in a thing called love' by The Darkness. I wandered into the kitchen and, as Will did, started singing the first verse:
Can't explain all the feelings that you're makin' me feel
My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steerin' wheel
Will span round, not noticing before that I was there, but`he wasn't angry. There were tears in his eyes, a few rolling silently down his cheeks. I could see from his expression that he wasn't sad, but confused. Not much different from me really. He wiped his eyes and turned back to the kettle to finish making tea, before motioning for me to sit down at the table. "We need to talk Quinn." His voice was serious, but I could tell from his eyes that he wasn't angry. He handed me a cup of tea and sat on the chair opposite.
An awkward silence. Then Will took a deep breath, signalling that he was about to speak. "I'm sorry Quinn. That was wrong, what happened earlier. It was out of order and..." He sighed, looking sad. He was about to speak again when I interupted him. "You've got nothing to apologise for, Will." I reached across the table and grabbed his hands, which were resting next to his mug. He looked a little confused but I carried on regardless. "We need to get our feelings out in the open if I'm going to be staying here. I don't want to keep any secrets from you, Will." I paused; letting him think on what had been said before continuing. "I've seen the way you look at me, Will. I know you care about me...probably more than you should. You have two reasons for not acting on your feelings, right? Firstly, I'm your student so you can't feel this way about me, and second, you're scared. Scared that I'll freak out but scared that I'll feel the same as well." With that I got up and walked around the table to sit next to him, taking his hands before continuing. I grinned mischeviously.
"You're not very good at subtlety, Will. You're far too easy to read." I say, teasing him, before dropping back into seriousness again. "You don't have to worry anymore. I care abut you, Will. More than I care to admit. It scares me, Will. You're my teacher; I shouldn't be feeling this way about you. Especially not now. Hell, I shouldn't be feeling this way about anyone now. I mean, I'm pregnant. I should n't be thinking about me, I should be thinking about the ba-" He put his finger to my lips, silencing me, before cupping my cheek in his hand. I knew what he was thinking; like I said, he's too easy to read. I moved myself gently from my chair to his lap and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly. He brought his other hand up to my face so he was cupping both cheeks. I leaned into him a little, lips slightly parted, and waited for him to make the first move. He leaned in, still cupping my cheek with one hand, pushing a piece of hair from my face with the other. When our lips finally met it was like a breath of fresh air and, even though it's a complete cliche, there were fireworks going off in my mind. It was only a quick kiss, but it felt like a lifetime. "Everything's going to be okay, Quinn. I promise" I linked my fingers with his and layed my head against his chest, feeling more comfortable than I ever did with Finn or Puck; it was like we were made to be together.