I want to love you one day more…

"Emma?"

She just couldn't get the song out of her head, even as Carl was calling her across the table. It was three days after Emma found the CD from Will on her desk, and they were having dinner together in a small restaurant in downtown Lima to celebrate their three-month anniversary since their first date. Emma did appreciate what her dentist had been doing for her to help her control her fears, but ever since she heard Will's confession of love through that beautiful song, his words couldn't escape her mind. And every time she saw that CD sitting on the table in her apartment, or in her car where it was at that very moment, she couldn't stop thinking of him.

Even when she walked past places at school like the auditorium, the faculty lounge, or even the choir room, the song was still on her mind, the music consuming her thoughts, his sweet voice enveloping her soul. How many other people did Emma Marie Pillsbury know who would pour their hearts out in a song like Will had done? Who, after making some mistakes in the past, would try to show their feelings in the best way they knew how?

"Something on your mind, Em?" Carl asked.

Will was the only one who was allowed to call me "Em", she thought, it was his special name for me. Oh gosh, what am I doing?

"Nothing really, I guess," she finally responded. "Dinner was delicious by the way." She twirled a piece of her red hair around her finger, something she often did when she was nervous or even confused about something, and stared at the empty plate in front of her. And again, Will's words echoed in her mind.

I know what I'll be wishing for…

"Can you excuse me for a moment?" she asked as she set her napkin aside and got up from the table. A tear fell from her eye as she started to walk away from the table.

"Emma, are you sure you're okay?" inquired Carl. "In the few months that I've known you, I've never seen you this emotional before. Is there something I can help you with?" Getting up from the table, he took his girlfriend in his arms and held her tightly. In Emma's mind, something didn't feel right at all about Carl's embrace – it wasn't the kind of embrace that made her feel safe and happy.

In all seriousness, it wasn't Will's embrace.

I'll want another one day more…

"Carl, you're such a sweet person and I've appreciated the time we've spent together," Emma said finally, trying to hold back her tears. "But I think this relationship isn't working out the way I hoped it would. You've helped me so much, however I believe that the person I choose to be in a relationship with is someone kind, compassionate, and understands and appreciates me for who I am."

"Emma, what are you trying to say?" asked Carl.

"What I'm trying to say is… I'm in love with someone else," she said softly. "And I hope you understand that."

And with that, Emma ran out of the restaurant in tears, leaving a confused Carl behind.

Once outside, Emma went back to her car, unlocked the door and pulled on the handle to open it, but not before wiping it with a disinfectant wipe. Getting in quickly, she started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, traveling the streets of Lima alone. She had told the truth to her now former boyfriend about her loving someone else, and she was still fighting back tears as she continued to drive through the darkened town, a hazy moon hanging above her.

She remembered she had the CD somewhere in the vehicle, and found it on the passenger seat. Reaching over to grab it, she quickly inserted the disc into the player on her car stereo and heard the familiar drumbeat introduction once again, followed by the piano and the guitar joining in. How many times had she played it since she found it on her desk that day? And how many times could she not think of the man she truly loved when she heard his voice sing from his heart? The tears kept falling as she listened to the music, then she finally realized what she had to do.

She had to find Will and tell him everything. About the whole thing regarding the confrontation in the faculty lounge when she had called him an inappropriate name in front of the rest of the staff. About how Sue had invaded his privacy by bribing his building's superintendent to bug his apartment. But most importantly, she had to tell him that she really loved him – that the song he had sung made her realize that he was the only person in her life that truly cared about her.

Somehow, she had to make things right again.

A short time later, Emma found herself outside Will's apartment building, standing outside her car and looking up at the lighted windows that seemed to brighten up the night sky. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she walked towards the entrance of the building, the clicking of her black heels against the pavement of the visitors' parking lot.

Oh Will, I just want you to hold me in your arms again, she thought as she approached the building entrance and let herself in. She looked up at the building directory listing the names of all the people who lived there and their apartment numbers. And there it was, plain as day, right in front of her:

203 – Schuester

With a shaking hand, she pushed the button and heard a small buzzing noise, the signal that there was someone to see him. Finally, she heard Will's voice through the intercom speaker.

"Who is it?" he asked. That made Emma start tearing up again.

"Will?" she said with a shaky tone in her voice as she tried once more to choke back her tears. "I-it's me. I need to talk to you about something."