CHAPTER 5 YAY!!! I'm SO happy to be back after falling off the face of the earth for a little bit. I'm veryyyy excited to pick this up again!

I missed Emma and Chelsea a LOT. So I am extremely happy to be writing about them some more. It's like visiting an old friend. :)

**Oh, and since i read and adore all of my reviews, I happened to notice a comment or two about whether I was going to put Will in this. I figured that since I listed the character pairing as Emma and Will, it would be a good idea to put a little of our favorite spanish teacher/ glee club coach/ superman in my story. ;) So this is for you guys that reminded me of the fact that you can't have a Wemma story without Will!**

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Emma felt the need to change the subject all together until the end of the period. They chatted about their favorite movies and T.V. shows until the bell rang for lunch.

"Ok, I guess that's the cue for lunchtime. I don't know about you, but I'm starving!" Emma wasn't exaggerating. Hearing and telling dark secrets sure made her hungry. She almost thought she heard her stomach growl as she got out of her chair.

Chelsea chuckled. "Yeah, me too." She awkwardly rose from her seat and turned for the door, but hesitated to look back again at the guidance counselor. "Thank you, Miss Pillsbury."

"Anytime. And I mean that." Emma watched her leave and took a second to assimilate what just took place. She was massaging her temples with her index fingers when a voice made her jump out of her skin.

"You hungry?"

She flinched, almost falling backward into her chair before her reflexes kicked in. She grabbed one of the wooden arms for support. "Oh my goodness, Will! You scared the living daylights out of me!"

Will laughed, apparently amused at her near heart attack. "I'm sorry, Em. But somebody's a little jumpy today. Something wrong?"

"Oh, no. Just the usual, you know. I m just...uh...tired." She wasn't going to go into details just yet. She pulled out her lunchbox from one of her desk drawers and walked over to Will. "Ready to eat?"

He patted his stomach. "Yep." Emma took a step forward, but he caught her free hand and gave it a small squeeze. "You sure everything's okay?"

Emma felt a pang of guilt as she sensed his sincere concern. It's so sweet of him to care like that. She put on the best grin she could muster. "I'm fine, Will, really. Let's just go eat some lunch."

Will let the conversation drop and released her hand, later positioning it on the small of her back as he led her out the door. Once they crossed the threshold, he dropped his hand to his side, remembering that any public display of affection, no matter how subtle, would arise instant suspicion. Emma knew this as well, so she took no offense.

As they rounded the corner into the teachers' lounge, Emma's blood ran cold and she lost her appetite. Ken was probably in the room, and the worst part of her day was always having to avert his icy glare as she walked with Will to the cleanest lunch table. She froze.

Will leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Relax, Em. Ken called in sick today. 'Seasonal allergies.'"

Emma exhaled. "Oh." She proceeded onward and located the most sanitary table she could find. She sat down and smothered her hands in sanitizer. Will went over to the hot water dispenser to cook his "Cup 'O Noodles"before joining her.

"PB&J today?" Will knew his favorite redhead better than anyone, and it thrilled her to pieces.

"Yep." Emma unzipped the spotless fabric cube and took out her perfectly compartmentalized lunch. Sealed in various tupperware containers were a PB&J, just like every day, an apple, and a bottle of lemon flavored water. She stared down at the empty nylon interior. Well, almost empty, except for a pair of disposable plastic gloves. Gloves.

She tore her gaze from them and started to open the container with her sandwich inside. Trying to distract herself from what she was doing by thinking about puppies and rainbows, she gradually inched her fingers towards a flawlessly cut triangle of Wonderbread, Jif, and Smuckers. And picked it up.


Emma, it's just a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You bought the bread two days ago, and always keep all your jars sealed air tight. No mold. You used a different knife to cut the bread and spread the peanut butter and jelly. No. Germs. There's really no difference. You're not going to die.

She took the tiniest mouse bite known to man, expecting to gag immediately and have to excuse herself to the ladies' room. To Emma's astonishment, she didn't choke. Alright, I think I'll be able to keep this down, she thought as she took another miniscule nibble. If there were a Golden Globe equivalent to guidance counselor awards, she'd have it in the bag. But thinking this was just pure motivational technique. When Emma Pillsbury made a promise, she kept it. This was for Chelsea, and herself as well.

Will just sat there, gawking at her, a cardboard noodle hanging out of his mouth, paused in mid-slurp.

Emma looked up at him and motioned to the pasta draping over his bottom lip. "Oh..uh, Will, you have a little... "

He took a napkin out of the brown paper bag he'd brought to school and wiped his mouth, still googly-eyed. He cleared his throat.

"Um, Emma? Are you feeling all right?"

"I told you, Will. I m fine."

"B-but...you re not wearing your-"

"Oh, my gloves. Yeah, I uh...left them at home. Whoops."

Wadya think? I know it's not much progression with Chelsea in this chapter, but you'll forgive me right? Just a little humorous tidbit. OH and are you guys ok with all the brand names i'm using, or is it too much "product placement"?

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and i'm gonna need some more before i post chapter 6! i really need to know if you guys are liking this who liked all my other chapters!

**chapter 6 has a little bit of experimentation with CHELSEA'S POV!** :D