Emma knocked on Will's door after Glee club, lifting her heels rhythmically out of her high-heeled pumps. Will opened the door, smiling to see her. She floated through the door, sitting behind the piano. Stretching her fingers over the keys, she played an airy melody, something akin to I Dreamed a Dream, but not quite.

"Em, I'm sure you aren't here just to play the piano. You have a really nice one at home. So what's on your mind, Babyluv?" He moved closer to her, watching as a blush came over her pale cheeks. A flicker of something, perhaps delight, passed over her face in a heartbeat, at the use of his name for her.

Still pressing elegantly on the keys, her fingers full of light and grace, Emma whispered, "I-I-I…something h-happened."

Lifting Emma gently from her seat, Will held her, pressing her face into his jacket. "What happened, lovey?"

Gasping for air at the start of her sobbing, Emma replied, the terror and hurt dripping from every word she spoke, "I-I was r-r-raped t-the other n-night."

Will bounded behind the piano, tightly wrapping his arms around Emma's narrow shoulders. She didn't feel any twinge of guilt or shock at her willingness to melt into his strong embrace. Her tears spilled through the cotton of his shirt, but she didn't care, she didn't care at all. "Emma!" Will breathed, his voice so noticeably pained that it was worse than the cuts, worse than sticking the knives through her skin. "What can I do to help you, Emma? My god, my god…"

Emma rocked back and forth in his embrace, sobbing as she answered, "C-c-can I s-stay with you t-tonight?"

Tangling his fingers into her stunning red hair, pulling her close so that she wouldn't fall into some deep emotional hole, he answered softly, "Of course you can. Whatever you need, darling."

Emma curled into a ball on Will's chocolate-brown leather couch, hugging herself with the internal fear that if she let go, she'd fall apart. Shatter and break and vanish. Smoothing her hair gently, Will asked, "Is this all you've done since it happened?" She nodded, and when she didn't offer a verbal reply, Will asked, gently, his voice soft, "You need to talk about it, honey. You need to get tested…what if you're pregnant?" He offered the last question gently, knowing how much it must be hurting her.

"I don't w-w-want to be pregnant….I don't w-want to talk about it," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Will kissed her, gently, on her hair. He didn't want to scare her by kissing her lips, down between her breasts…but this was about her hurting, not about him being horny. "Sweetie, just…please, you need to tell me. I need to be able to help you, but I can't if you won't talk to me."

Relenting, Emma whimpered, prompting Will to hold her. Tears streaming heavily down her face, she whispered, chokingly, "I-I-I w-was i-in m-my c-c-car…I r-ran into m-my office t-to g-g-get my b-b-bag. T-there was someone standing b-b-by my office…c-c-could h-have b-been a, a s-student. T-t-teacher…I d-d-don't know. But he…h-he p-pulled the d-d-door shut a-and l-locked it."

The waterworks were fully engaged now, and Will could only hold her hand, trying not to cry himself. Making her go through this again…even though he knew that it was the right thing to do, it still felt as though he was raping her again. "It's alright, Em. It's just me. I've got you now, darling. I'll do anything for you, to fix this, I promise," he whispered gently as she sucked in a breath.

Her voice hardening with rage as yet another facet of her unimaginable hurt, she continued, "H-h-he c-covered my face w-with my s-sweater a-a-and then he r-ripped my s-shirt and un-c-clasped my bra…he p-pulled off my skirt and then he raped me."

The question on Will's tongue, the answer imperative if they were to be together, was almost so awkward that it made him blush to just think of thinking it. "Did he…you know…?"

"Y-y-yes."

Gulping, will asked again, "Did he use a condom?"

"N-n-no."

"You're on the pill, right?"

Now it was Emma's turn to blush bright red, redder even than tears had made her. "Sometimes the medication reacts horribly with my anxiety meds…I c-c-certainly h-hope that I t-took it." She shook violently in Will's arms, and he planted sweet kisses along her jawline to soothe her.

"Honey. Sweetie…Emma. You're going to have to get tested by a doctor for pregnancy and any disease you might've picked up."

Softly, her tears having subsided to dry heaves and then silent, sporadic tears, Emma replied, "I don't w-want to be p-pregnant…"

Cradling her, rocking back and forth as though she were an infant he was trying to lull to sleep, Will whispered, "I will come with you to every doctor's office and I will hold your hand and I will love you, I promise, Em."

Even though the concept of being touched by a man terrified her now, she managed a kiss back. "Thank you."