Alrighty guys!! Here's Chapter 4! I honestly didn't think it would be up this soon, but lucky for you all, I was wrong! I just HAD to keep writing. I actually wrote almost all of this in one night, with the exception of like the last 3 lines haha. So now...I'm at a little bit of a writer's block, but fear not, I will keep brainstorming. :)

That's if you all want me to... ;)

Ok, I know you're all thinking "Oh shut up, you little tease!" so i'll stop now.

Will IS going to be in this story just fyi...but I can't promise that this fic will be very Wemma focused (Forgive me..? :]) but I repeat, Will IS coming. I just gotta think of how to put him in here.

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ok NOW I'm done talking! :) Enjoy!!

"Ok." Chelsea appeared a bit nervous but none the less relieved that story time for her was over.

"Now, I haven't told very many people this story." As a matter of fact, the only other person Emma could think of that knew this story other than the ones involved was Will. She refocused. "And you will be the first student I tell it to. I promise not to tell your story, so will you promise not to tell mine?"

"Yes." The girl's eyes were still puffy from crying and she sniffled. Emma handed her a Kleenex with a smile.

"Ok, good, thank you." Before Emma continued, an inner argument arose.

God, Emma, are you sure you want to do this? Is letting a student in on something so personal really the best way to handle this? Isn't there another way? This was all one part of her talking, its origin unknown.

No. I have to do it this way. I'm doing the right thing. I am. This is the only way I can truly help Chelsea. I'd be a hypocrite otherwise. This, Emma could sense, came from her heart, and this is the side of her internal feud that she stuck with. She mentally shushed her insides. "It's okay if you laugh. I can understand how some people would think it's humorous."

Emma dove right in to the story that had haunted her since she was eight.

"When I was a little girl, much younger than you, I already knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. Most girls my age wanted to be an artist or a movie star, or Barbie. But for some reason, I wanted to be a dairy farmer." Emma couldn't help but giggle at herself a little just then. What a strange career ambition for a third grader.

"Then, one summer, my parents took my brother and me on a trip to a dairy farm. I remember being so excited. We went on a big tour, and we got to taste some yummy homemade yogurt." Yogurt. Emma cringed.

"As we were leaving, my brother, well, he thought it would be funny to pull a prank on me. He--he pushed me...into the run off lagoon, full of cow excrement." She shivered as she recalled the memory. "And ever since, I have never been able to forget the smell, or how it felt. I felt so dirty and disgusting, and just unclean. I was changed after that, and I still haven't been able to go back to how I was before." Emma exhaled, taking a short break while she let all she just told sink into the teen's mind.

"That wasn't funny." Despite the sadness that was still there, Chelsea had the sweetest look of understanding in her eyes.

"Well, I'm glad you understand." Emma could tell that the girl wanted to know just how she was changed, but was too shy to ask. The guidance counselor took the liberty to explain.

"You see, Chelsea, I'm a lot like you. I have to make sure that everything is clean. I don't wash my hands the way you do, I but always keep some cleaning supplies handy." She pointed to the tube of Chlorox wipes on the far right corner of her desk. "And if I don't clean something the right way, I have to do it again too. Sometimes it takes me a while, and it's very annoying, but I have to." She echoed Chelsea's words, further helping her see the similarity between them.

"You and I have something in common, something very important. So I have an idea. I need you to help me, so I can help you."

Chelsea didn't say anything but looked a little confused.

"What kind of guidance counselor would I be if I couldn't take my own advice? You and I can be in this together. We can be a team. When we're both ready, we can try to overcome our fears together. But only if you want to."

"I...I want to. I'm sick of this."

Inside, Emma let out a huge sigh of relief. "Me too, honey. So do we have a deal?" She sincerely hoped the answer would be yes.

The corners of Chelsea's mouth curled upward slightly, her best attempt at a quivery but still heartfelt smile.

"Deal."

That's it for Chapter 4! Tell me what you think!

I'll review your stories if you review mine!!

Seriously, that wasn't just a bribe. I am devouring any type of Glee fics I can find because I am in FULL GLEE WITHDRAWAL MODE for 4 months until April.

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oh yeah. i know most people put disclaimers at the beginning of the first chapter, but screw that. I'm putting mine right here.

DISCLAIMER: no, I don't claim to own glee. If I was the genius who came up with the idea, there would be an episode airing tomorrow.(12/23) Oh, but I DO own Chelsea. She's mine. But...if any FOX execs are interested in this plot, I'll gladly hand her off. (Sorry sweetie. :] )