"Will, they're touching everything."

"I know Em."

"Will?"

"Yeah?"

"They're touching everything."

"I know Emma."

"Will.."

"Emma!" He turned to face her with a chuckle and placed his hands on the side of her face, cradling it gently. "I know honey, it's okay."

Emma swallowed looking up into her husband's eyes, breathed in and out a couple of times and then relaxed into his touch. She closed her eyes and leaned her head forward, her forehead pressing into his chest.

Will's arms slid around her waist and held her close while she tried to get over her panic attack. As he comforted his wife, out of the corner of his eye he watched the movers taking trips in and out of their apartment and into the moving van sitting outside.

"Why couldn't you get the glee kids to do it?" She asked, her voice muffled by his shirt.

He laughed and kissed the top of her head. "Because Em, its the summer before their senior year. They see us enough during the school year I don't think they'd want to spend their time helping us move."

Emma frowned and turned her head to watch the movers. She did not like the fact that people she didn't know were touching her furniture and the boxes that contained her valuables.

"I don't think they'd mind." She said. "They're six of the boys and some of the girls would be willing to help I'd think."

"Emma, in case you have forgotten one of them is in a wheelchair. And I don't think Kurt's idea of a good time is moving heavy furniture." Will replied.

"Well the other four are or were football players, Will they have a lot of muscle."

"So do these men." He motioned to the movers, now bringing out their couch.

"But I don't know these men." She mumbled into his chest, sighing quietly. She didn't know anything about these men, some of them looked like they might not have taken a shower in a couple of days. They looked sweaty and dirty and where anyone would moving heavy furniture, she would much rather have people she knew getting all sweaty and dirty while moving and touching her furniture. The glee kids were perfect. Especially Puck and Finn. Puck was very proud of his "guns" as he called them, and would show them off whenever he could. Surely he would have no problem moving heavy furniture especially when helped by Finn and the others.

"They're wearing gloves Em." Will said to try and calm her nerves about the situation.

Her eyes were drawn to the mover's hands and sure enough they were gloved. That did calm her down a little but not very much. The gloves were protecting her furniture from their own germy hands but who knows what the gloves had touched before this? She groaned and pressed her face further into Will's chest. She would have to do so much cleaning when they were settled in. Of course she would have to do that anyway because of the new house but now she would have to do it even more thoroughly.

"They should be wearing hazmat suits." She muttered.

Will laughed and she could feel the deep vibrations in his chest. "They're not diseased Emma."

"So says you."

He lightly grabbed hold of her shoulders and pushed her back to look at her. "Emma don't worry about it alright? If you worry you'll work yourself into a panic."

She sighed heavily and nodded once. She knew Will was right, she shouldn't be working herself up over this. But there was just something about strange men touching her furniture that irked her.

Will kissed her forehead. "I'm going to go and help them with some of the stuff alright?" He released her and took a step back.

"Will!" She cried out in a sudden panic and he turned back to her, eyebrows raised in question and concern. She could handle a whole lot much more if Will was near her. She didn't want to come off as clingy but especially now, she didn't know if she could handle watching the movers touch her things without Will by her side.

Will noticed the apprehension and panic in her eyes and he smiled warmly. "Honey, it's going to be alright."

He took a few steps towards her and leaned down and gave her one of the kisses that blew her away. After he pulled away, he smirked and left her standing there swaying back and forth, looking high off of his kiss.

By the time Emma came off her "high" Will was no where to be seen. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. That man and his breathtaking kisses could make her do anything.

She slowly looked around and spotted a bench near by. She carefully walked over to it, looked over it a few times to find the cleanest part of the bench, (she didn't have her gloves with her for once but she knew if she didn't sit down she'd be even more panicked) and then took a seat. She crossed her legs in a very proper like way, rested her hands on her lap and tried to look anywhere but where the movers were.

Her condo was located directly across the local park and it was a beautiful summer day and alot of parents decided to take their kids out to the small playground. She let a smile cross her lips at the sound of the kids laughing and playing.

The kids were separated, she noticed, by their age. Most of the young ones who were around two or three years old played in the small sandbox off to the side of the playground. The older kids who were around four to six years old played on the jungle gym in the middle of the playground and the oldest there who were seven to around ten years old played on the monkey bars and swings, obviously competing against one another on who could swing the highest or who could go across the monkey bars the fastest.

She noticed a little group of kids playing tag and running around the entire playground and as they passed the sandbox, the little children would look up to them in curiosity and wonder, and once they were out of sight go back to playing with their shovels and buckets.

Her eyes drifted over to the parents of the children who were sitting on benches near by, some of them with baby strollers. The adults all conversed happily, apparently all of them knowing one another for coming to the park so often with their kids.

Her eyes travelled back to the jungle gym where two boys were running in opposite directions over the rickety bridge connecting the two pieces. Another little girl went down the swirly slide and ran around the other side of the jungle gym, climbed up and ran back over to the slide, going down it over and over again. As that little girl was running off the slide and towards the stairs to get up again she got in the way of the older kids who were playing tag. A boy suddenly crashed right into her and the force sent her flying down to the ground.

Emma gasped and her hand flew over her mouth. The boy didn't even look back at the small girl he knocked down and kept chasing after his friends. The little girl sat up and looked around, from across the way Emma could tell the small child was going to burst into tears at any moment.

She scrambled to her feet and ran across the playground, passed the stairs to the jungle gym, with her arms outstretched. Emma followed her journey and saw the little girl running towards a man. The man turned, apparently hearing his daughter's cry and knelt down welcoming his upset daughter into his arms. The man looked no older than Will.

Emma moved her hand down to her heart. She could picture that being Will. Will would have so much fun taking his daughter out to a park like that. Will would gladly take his crying little girl into his arms and comfort her until she felt better.

She immediately thought back to when Will almost had his little girl. There was a light in his eyes that she never saw in him before and even though he was worried about being a good dad Emma had no doubt in her mind that he would be. He was so caring and loving any child would be lucky to have him as their dad. She could imagine a little girl sitting on Will's lap while he rocked her to sleep. Two years ago she would have pictured that little girl with curly blonde hair but the only image in her mind now was of a little girl with curly red hair and blue eyes, the same mesmerizing color as her father's.

Will had not mentioned anything about babies to her. The subject made him uneasy she was sure of it. He didn't want anything to happen like it did with Terri. Not that she would ever do that to him. Just the thought of hurting him like that made her queasy. And she wasn't so sure on the idea of babies either. Babies were the mother of all messes, she had to go to the emergency room last time her brother's baby boy spit up on her. Babies were cute...from a distance. She was not interested in holding one and she didn't know how she would ever handle changing a diaper.

However she felt her stomach drop at the thought, Will wanted a baby so bad. She knew that. And he was so good with kids. Her nieces and nephews just loved him every time they got together with the family. Where she would barely touch the children, Will welcomed the little rascals with open arms. He gave them piggy back rides and even crawled around on the carpet pretending to be a horse. In fact the kids loved him so much even before they were married they started calling him 'Uncle Will'. And what she, along with her whole family, thought was the most amazing of all was how her older sister's youngest took to him. Chelsea was the shyest and quietest little girl, she clung to her mother wherever she went and would barely even talk to the other family members. But when Emma introduced Will to her for the first time it only took a couple of hours for her to break out of her shell. Will was just sitting on the piano bench in her mothers living room talking with the rest of the family after dazzling them with his musical abilities. Then Chelsea got up from the safety of her mother's lap, walked over to Will and lifted her arms toward him. Will thought nothing of it and lifted her up onto his lap but when he looked up he saw the whole family had stopped talking and was staring at him with wide eyes and slacked jaws. No one could believe that the little girl had actually went up to Will and stayed with him for the rest of the night. She didn't even let her own father hold her sometimes. That day, Emma's sister swore that Chelsea has never spoken so much in her entire life.

Emma knew after that day that Will was even more special than she realized and if he ever had kids he would be the best dad in the whole world.

Emma sighed quietly as she continued to watch the little girl and her father. The father bounced her in his arms for a few minutes and then placed her back down on the ground. The little girl looked up at him, he ruffled her hair and with a smile, she ran back towards the playground.

Emma bravely looked back towards the moving van and saw Will walking down the path towards the truck carrying one end of their kitchen table with another man on the other side. She had to admit she felt slightly better knowing Will was helping them.

She was so lost in her thoughts she didn't notice one of the workers approaching her. "Mrs. Schuester?"

Emma jumped at the voice, still not used to her new name and title, but grinned at hearing it. She looked up to see one of the movers staring inquisitively down at her. He was a young man looked like he just got out of college and he looked alot less dirtier than the other older men.

"Your husband sent me to come get you." He explained and her smile widened. God, she was so in love with that man. Will specifically sent over this young man who he picked out as the cleanest to come over and get her. She looked around for the man who held her heart but couldn't see him anywhere.

She just smiled up at the young man and rose from the bench, straightened out her skirt and then followed him towards the truck.

She paused in front of the truck and stared at it in horror. "I'm not going to have to ride in that am I?"

The young man turned around and instead of giving her a weird look like she expected he only calmly shook his head like it was normal to be afraid of dirt and germs. "No your husband is waiting for you in the car parked in front of the truck." He explained and she breathed out a sigh in relief.

She thanked the young man politely and then walked around to the front of the truck and there was her car. From where she stood she could see the back of Will's head in the passenger seat. Behind her she could hear the movers slamming the back door of the truck closed and the engine start. She smiled brightly. She couldn't believe this was actually happening. She was actually moving into a house with her husband, the man of her dreams. It all just seemed so surreal. To make sure it was real she crossed her hand over to her arm and pinched the skin on her wrist. She smiled at the small and brief amount of pain.

Emma took one last look at her old condo where so much of her adult life had taken place. So many memories were there, both good and bad. She didn't want to leave the good ones behind but then she realized it wasn't the memories she really wanted. It was the man she made the memories with. And that man was hers and was waiting for her in the front seat of her car ready to start their new life together.

So without one look back she smiled and headed towards her car.

The house was not too far away from her old condo. It only took a few minutes by car and it was about halfway between the school and her old condo.

She pulled up in front of the house, shared a quick glance with Will and then looked out through the window at their new house.

It was an average sized white house with a spacious front yard, a stone porch, a built in swing, a nice bay window and a three car garage. It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms and a nice, comfortable, easy living area, a full basement, a deck in a fenced back yard. The master bedroom was spacious with cathedral ceilings, large walk in closet and patio doors open to the deck. The master bathroom had a whirlpool tub and a separate shower stall. Over all the home was very lovely and after looking at it once, Will and Emma agreed it was the one.

Will was happy with it because it was no where near the size of the house that Terri wanted to buy. And what made Will even happier was the fact that Emma refused to buy any of the add on features that Terri wanted. Emma could care less about golden doorknobs, she just wanted a house that was clean and quaint. A very family-esque home nothing too expensive or showoff-y. And that is what Will loved about her that she would be perfectly happy with a small home. When he and Terri started to look for a home, that one caught Will's eye but Terri skipped right past it without a second glance. It was not Terri's style. But it was Emma's style and it was something they both agreed on. Plus it was not overly expensive and it didn't want to make Will bash his head into a wall when thinking about the price. He was comfortable with the price especially because both he and Emma worked and Emma pulled in a lot more money being a guidance counsellor than Terri did working 12 hours a week at Sheets -N- Things.

The moving van pulled up behind them and the movers got out of the truck and headed towards the back of the truck. Will looked over his shoulder at Emma and smiled brightly. Her face lit up as she smiled back. Will got out of the car and started walking towards the truck to help the movers out. Emma stepped out of the car slowly and just stared at the house while Will and the movers started to unload the truck.

"Hey Mrs. Schue!"

Emma turned around, frantically looking around for the source of the voice that called her name. Across the street, getting out of a parked car were Finn, Rachel, Puck, Matt and Mike. Finn was waving to her and she recognized his voice as the one who called her. She smiled, although slightly confused as to why they were there.

The four boys plus Rachel walked over to her and she greeted them with a friendly smile, "Hi kids, what are you doing here?"

"We figured you could use some help." Finn answered. "You know with moving in and everything."

Emma's eyes widened slightly and she threw a glance over her shoulder. Will was paused in the walkway, a box in his hands and when he saw her he simply smiled and continued on his way. She felt her heart swell with a love that was completely indescribable. He called them, for her, he called them.

She turned back to the glee kids and gave them a warm smile. "Thank you. That's very sweet of you to come. Um...well I guess you can just head to the back of the truck, start unloading things."

The four boys nodded and raced off towards the back of the truck and she could already tell the teenagers were going to start a competition on who could move her furniture the fastest. Rachel seemed to catch her look and rolled her eyes in understanding.

It was then that Emma took notice of what she was wearing. She rarely ever saw Rachel in any type of casual clothing. "You always have to be dressed for success!" She said once. "You can't go to a broadway audition in jeans and a T Shirt it just wouldn't be proper." But there she was dressed in jean shorts and a white tank top.

"I had to come to make sure Finn would not get himself into any trouble." Rachel explained seeing Emma's confused look at her choice of clothing. "And I couldn't just sit around and do nothing that would be incredibly rude."

Emma smiled warmly, "Thank you Rachel."

Rachel beamed at her and with a nod she stalked off in classic Rachel fashion towards the van.

After all of the big furniture was taken out of the van and set up in the house, Emma decided to be brave and help out bringing in the boxes. The movers had taken a break after working so hard for long hours but the glee kids were still contributing.

Towards the evening, Matt and Mike got called home for dinner and Puck made up some lame excuse and left with them. However Finn and Rachel remained to help the Schuesters finish up their moving. Will excused and paid the movers letting them go home telling them that they would finish the rest. So they emptied all of the boxes onto the front lawn and then the movers took off leaving just Will, Emma, Finn and Rachel.

Finn and Rachel helped Will and Emma bring the rest of the boxes into the house and once all the boxes were in, Emma even started to unpack some things. Most of the boxes she knew had to be left alone until tomorrow but some things she unpacked that she needed for the night such as sheets for the bed, towels for the shower, silverware, plates and other kitchen supplies. She did as little as she could because poor Will and Finn looked exhausted. Their T-shirts were soaked with sweat from working in the hot sun for hours and even Rachel's hair stuck to her sweaty face.

Just as the sun was setting and after Emma gave Finn and Rachel some refreshments to help cool them off and replenish their strength, the young couple took off leaving Will and Emma alone in their new home.

As soon as they were gone Emma was half tempted to run into Will's arms she was so ecstatic but when she turned to him she rethought that. Even though Will was one of the only people in the world that she would allow herself to be close to and touch without having a panic attack, there was one thing she wouldn't even go near her husband for. Sweat. It was smelly and sticky and she just hated it. She rarely ever got herself into a sweat and when she did she immediately had to take a shower because of the feeling it gave her. She didn't want to be repulsed by her loving husband so she decided to opt out on hugging him...for now.

Will, sensing Emma's discomfort, and hating the feeling of the sweat on his skin, took a quick refreshing shower and changed into some new clothes.

Will emerged from the bathroom to find Emma standing outside on the deck of the backyard looking up at the now night sky.

He placed his hands on her shoulders to alert her to his presence and then slipped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder, smiling at him and he smiled back, pressing a kiss to the side of her face.

"Welcome home Mrs. Schuester." He whispered into her ear.

A bright smile crossed her face and she turned in his arms, throwing her arms around his neck. She leaned up and met his lips in a kiss.

"I love you." She whispered against his lips. Against hers she could feel him smile. He didn't answer her in words but his lips pressed harder against hers and that was all the answer she needed.

"Come here." Will urged her after they parted. She glanced up at him quizzically and he only smiled. He released her, taking her hand and leading her out of the bedroom and down the hall towards the kitchen.

It was odd to her, seeing all her old furniture in a new setting. It was odd, yet she loved the feeling it brought her. She no longer rented a small little apartment. She now owned a house with her husband. She never thought the day would actually come.

Will sat her down at the kitchen table and he shuffled around the kitchen looking through cabinets, most of which were empty.

"Will? What are you looking for?" She asked curiously.

He didn't answer her but instead moved out of the kitchen and towards the living room where most of the boxes were stored. She could hear him shuffling through some boxes and then some glass clinking together. When he came back into the kitchen he was holding a bottle of champagne, two wine glasses and a packet of sanitizing wipes.

He placed them all down on the table, slid one glass over to her and the sanitizing wipes. She smiled up at him. How did she find a man who could not only accept her phobia but go out of his way to treat it as if it was normal?

After sanitizing both hers and Will's glass, Will poured each glass about half full and sat down across from her.

Normally Emma didn't drink alcohol. Alcohol led to messes and she could not deal with messes. But she let herself make a few exceptions like on her wedding day or a special toast. Like this one.

Will raised his glass in the air and Emma followed his lead. "To us. To our new home. To our new life."

"To us." Emma agreed and clinked her glass with Will's and then raised the glass to her lips to take a sip.

Later that night, after Emma showered and got ready for bed and then Will stepped in the bathroom to do his business, Emma made her way out of the bedroom and towards the living room where the boxes were stacked neatly.

She went through a couple of boxes until she found what she was looking for. She smiled at it and headed back to the bedroom just in time to hear Will finishing up in the bathroom.

She placed the object down on the nightstand next to her side of the bed and stared at it. Their smiling faces shined up at her in their wedding photo. In the picture she was securely wrapped in Will's arms and even through her thousand watt smile she could see the happy tears pricking her eyes. She couldn't remember a happier day than that of her wedding day.

Behind her she heard the bathroom door open and the light switch off and Will's footsteps padding across the floor but still she could not take her eyes off the picture. She heard the bed squeak and felt it move as Will climbed onto it and she giggled when she felt his lips on her shoulder.

Emma finally tore herself away from the memory of the most wonderful day of her life and turned to the man that made it so. She rested her hand on the side of his face and captured his lips in a kiss, bringing them both down to lie on the bed.

After a short kiss, Emma snuggled into Will's chest as Will's arm draped across her.

"Goodnight Em." Will whispered pressing a kiss to her forehead, his exhaustion clear in his voice.

Emma smiled into his chest and closed her eyes, letting her own tiredness sweep over her. "Goodnight Will. I love you."

"Love you too." He whispered against her hair and then let out a sleepy sigh.

Emma listened to the sound of his heartbeat until his breathing became strong and even signaling he had fallen asleep. Then without a worry about what she would have to do tomorrow, she slowly drifted off to sleep, safe and comfortable in her husband's embrace.