Chapter 2 – The pink elephant in the medicine cabinet
Emma kicked over the welcome mat in front of Will's door and picked up with her gloved hand the key. She opened the door and stepped into Will's apartment. She kicked the door shut with her leg behind her and walked into the kitchen to put the bag of groceries on the table. She then stepped into the living room and sniffed the air for Will's scent. Yes, she had been in his apartment before, but now she was in his apartment alone.
Emma was a level headed grown ass woman. But that didn't stop Evil Creepy Stalker Emma from bouncing around in her brain throwing ideas at her of what she could do in Will's place in his absence.
Look for his diary.
Read his diary.
Sniff his clothes.
Steal his boxers.
Smell his cologne.
Make out with his pillows.
Look for baby pictures.
Steal some baby pictures.
Look at his computer.
Look for porn.
Delete his porn.
Replace porn with Emma's baby pictures.
Water his plants.
Do his laundry.
Check out his hair products.
Wait… She could check out his hair products. The rest of the stuff she fleetingly thought about was no doubt crazy. And creepy. And some of it illegal. But she would be lying if she said she didn't want to know exactly what he uses on his hair, so bemoaned by Sue Sylvester. It was just curiosity. Not creepy stalker behavior. Right? Right!
She went to the bathroom and opened up the medicine cabinet behind the mirror. Will did not use a lot of cosmetic products which was good for Emma. She was never into metrosexuals. Surprisingly, she didn't actually see any hair gel. But there was a bottle of Lubriderm Body Lotion in a corner*. Hm? Lotion? For your hair? Why Will, you cunning devil!
Will wasn't kidding when he said that Terri cleared out the night before. There wasn't a single hint a woman was living in that apartment by the looks of the bathroom. The toilet sit was up. Obviously.
It didn't matter if the divorce papers hadn't been signed yet. Terri was truly out of Will's life. Emma sighed and went back to the kitchen, before the overwhelming impulse to clean that bathroom would take over. Half an hour later, Terri walked into the apartment.
*AN: That's what Matt Morrison actually uses for his hair.