Kurt was rummaging in his locker, pretending to be listening to Mercedes as she went on about cheerios.
"She made me stay in the gym for hours just because she wants me to be able to fit in one of those skirt uniforms by the end of this semester! SEMESTER!"
He added in the occasional "Ugh, I know right!" just to convince his friend that he was still engaged in their conversation. But his mind was somewhere else. That somewhere was Jesse St. James.
He had not only a sense of style, but a sense of intelligence and mystery. Of course he was playing Rachel, and of course he was spying for Vocal Adrenaline. Only an absolute idiot wouldn't be able to see it from miles away. *coughRachelcough* But none of that mattered. It meant Jesse didn't really like Rachel. It didn't necessarily mean Jesse was straight. It meant Kurt still had a chance.
"Oh, of course," He said to Mercedes, realizing she was still on her tangent.
"Kay, then let's go." She linked an arm in Kurt's, shutting his locker.
This snapped him back to consciousness. "What?"
"We're having lunch with Artie and Tina." Mercedes said. She folded her arms. "Were you listening to that entire conversation?" She accused.
"Oh, Mercy, of course-"
"Oh, please. What is it?" She blocked Kurt's walk way.
Sigh. "Jesse."
"I'm just so worried about her! What if she doesn't make it and we end up delivering the baby during the show?"
"You worry too much, Em!" Will said, massaging her shoulders. He leaned down and kissed her temple. "Notice how she has a small, replaceable vocal part? While talented, she's not completely vital. She'll have to deliver soon, or… she'll have to, and she can't say she's fine."
"That's what I do. I'm pretty sure that's what I'm paid to do. I worry."
"That lunch time rehearsal was just the beginning. She's not fully in labor until they're 5-to-7 minutes apart. Tonight, probably. I promise you, she won't be there tomorrow."
"Oh, well, now I feel bad for her. She really loves glee. She really wanted to go to regionals!
"You're too cute. I've got class 7th, see you after?" Emma nodded.
Will leaned down to kiss her. She pulled away before he could.
"What?"
"It's just that. You know… teeth…"
"Oh, be quiet and let me kiss you." She didn't refuse this time.
She watched Will as he stepped out of her office, toward his class room. Just then, her phone rang.
"William McKinley High School, you've reached the guidance counselor, how may I help you?"
"Emma? Emma Pillsbury?"
"Yes, may I ask whose calling?"
"Yes, this is Shelby Corcoran, the director of Vocal Adrenaline at Carmel High…"
"Okay, so this is an official rehearsal, our last before regionals. And we all know what we're up against. Now-"
"Wait-where's Miss P?" Finn interrupted.
"Oh…" Will said, looking around. "You're right, she should be here now… huh."
Jesse, Santana and Brittany all exchanged accomplished looks. Phase one: complete. They didn't exactly know what phase two was. I guess there was only one phase.
"Oh, here she is." Mercedes said as Emma's silver heels clomped over the linoleum tile. She smiled a strained greeting to the students then quickly turned to Will, who was leaning against the piano, examining sheet music.
"Will, may I speak to you out in the hallway?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"Hallway!" She turned on heel and quickly made her way to the corridor, Will close behind.
"I just got a call." Will gave her a confused look. "From Shelby, at Vocal Adrenaline."
"Oh."
"I'm not mad." Will looked relieved, but before he could say anything, Emma continued. "That doesn't mean I'm not really, really hurt. It doesn't mean that you still have all my trust… it just means I'm not mad."
"Listen, Em, I get it, and you have every right to be angry. You should be! I'm not saying you CAN'T trust me. I was still so confused. You and I were so new and we had so many feelings to work out and-"
"We'll survive this, Will, that's all I know. And this discussion is sooooo not over, William James Shuster!"
"Meeting, Starbuck's, after rehearsal, be there." Santana whispered to Jesse and Brittany.
Rachel noticed something odd between several of the members. The whispered conversations that her very own boyfriend was having with other girls- cheerleaders, nonetheless- were all too suspicious. Even Santana, a famous liar, looked like she was hiding something. Rachel , of course, took it has her responsibility to get to the bottom of it.
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