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Will woke up in the middle of the night, suddenly desperately needing a glass of water. He tried to slide easily out of bed, without waking Emma, but her arm was wrapped around him, and he couldn't move without jerking her awake. Blinking, she asked quietly, "W-what are you doing?" her words slurring with exhaustion.

"I'm just getting a drink. Do you need anything?" She shook her head, and he stood at the sink, gulping down a glass of water and feeling his Adam's apple bobbing up and down his throat. He crawled wearily back to bed, his eyes adjusted enough in the starlight and moonlight which flooded his bedroom to make out a pattern of darkness on her arms and chests.

From having gone back to sleep, the tee shirt that Emma had been wearing had been nudged up, and he could see that the pattern continued, unbroken, to a point, on her stomach. He nudged Emma awake gently, shaking her shoulder until she sleepily whimpered, "W-what is it?"

"What happened to your arm? Your chest? Your stomach?" Will asked gently, turning on the lamp that sat at his bedside. Both squinted as the light permeated the night, but after allowing his eyes time to adjust, he gently fingered what he could definitively say were scars. Scars which seemed to be fairly new. "Emma, what's wrong?"

She stared at him, tears welling in her enormous eyes. "What's wrong?" she countered quietly, her voice laden with tears that only she knew about. "I'm pregnant, Will. I was raped. I know it's s-s-stupid, b-but I n-needed -" She broke off suddenly, a sob escaping her chest. Will nursed her gently into his arms, whispering sweet nothings into her ear before she could continue. "S-s-somehow, it was e-easier. I g-g-get what the k-kids are s-saying about it n-now."

"About what?" Will asked her, cradling her face in his hands.

Sobbing, Emma admitted, "C-c-cutting. I've b-been cutting, W-Will. C-c-couldn't d-drink b-because I didn't w-want to be h-hung over at s-school."

Rocking back and forth with her now, Will looked at her, his eyes trying desperately to show the sympathy he felt. "I can't condone that, Em. But I love you, and I will get you through whatever you need, however you need." As though confirming his conviction, he leaned down, kissing every scar and wound he could find on her perfect body, and admiring her body as she squirmed, not sure how to handle the attention being paid to her.

"W-W-Will," she gasped finally, her voice cracking as she added, "D-d-don't!" His lips had reached the swell of her breast, where a deep gouge was begging to be kissed and made better. But for the woman he loved, he held back, instead kissing the top of her copper hair, glowing a faint silvery gold in the moonlight.

"I will make it better, Em," he promised her quietly, trying to ease her state of near sleepless, dreamless grief. He took her hand in his, as though to warm it, feeling her pulse, the only thing about her other than her rhythmic breathing that let him know that, for all she'd been through, she was still living.

"Guys!" Will called the glee club together after school on Monday, his agenda for them weighing heavily on his mind. They all came over, taking seats and staring at him, waiting for their next song assignment. "Okay," he scratched out, clearing his voice, "We've got a special project for this week."

About half of the kids, led by Rachel Berry, grinned and looked around positively, while the other half still looked neutral bordering on skeptical. "What's the assignment, Mr. Schue?" Finn asked from his seat next to Rachel, who nodded in excitement.

Clearing his throat again, he asked, "You guys all remember how, when Quinn was pregnant, we sang 'Keep Holding On' to her to let her know that we were there for her, and that we wouldn't turn on her when things got tough?" Heads nodded, even Quinn's, though her cheeks had taken on a faint blush at the not-so-distant memory.

"Well," he continued, "we've got another special situation like that again." He stopped, waiting for someone to ask who, or what, because he had a feeling that it would be hard to admit his real goal.

Not raising his hand to speak, Artie piped up, "So who's the unlucky – well, who's the chick in need of our help this time?"

Turning his hand over and over itself in the air, Will whispered quietly, more of a breathy mumble, "Emma." Then, looking around at his class, he said more confidently, "Ms. Pillsbury."

A collective smile and cheer went around the room, which twisted Will's arm to a point of near breaking. "So, Mr. Schue, are we getting Schue babies courtesy of Ms. P?" Puck asked nonchalantly, drumming his fingers on his desk.

Using his arms to quiet them, he said gently, "Guys, guys, guys! She wasn't…they're not…Guys, she was raped a couple of weeks ago."

Silence spilled around the room in a sharp wave, and even Quinn looked somewhat shocked at hearing the news again. It seemed to confirm the horrible lot that Emma had been dealt, and it hurt her just a little bit too, to know that her saving grace during her own pregnancy was hurting so badly. Continuing, Will said slowly, "I went with her to the doctor on Friday, and they confirmed that she is indeed pregnant."

"My God." Rachel was the first person to speak up, "That...that's horrible."

Mercedes spoke up now. "So, what are we gonna sing for her, Mr. Schue?"

Looking around the room, Will replied, "I want you to figure that out."

It had taken a fair amount of persuasion to get Emma into the Glee club room for anything. She'd withdrawn quite a bit, and didn't seem to be up for a private concert, even one by her favorite show choir. Will had been prepared to come right out and tell her about what he and the kids had come up with, but she had softly said, after the fiftieth time of him imploring her to come, "Well…maybe the music will do something good for me."

He held her hand, trying to warm it's coldness as he led her to the choir room, where the kids were all assembled, with an accompanist, and ready to perform. "Ms. Pillsbury…we wanted your opinion on our new song…" Rachel said assuredly, looking at her peers, who all nodded their approval.

They started singing "Everybody Hurts," by REM, because it seemed like something that she'd be able to relate to better. A simple message, clearly and feelingly sung…they didn't know what else they could give her. Rachel started the song, with a full back up behind her, before switching off with Kurt, and then Quinn, and Finn, around the Glee club until Mercedes got on the riff at the end, and practically blew the doors off the place.

Finally, the music ceased, and Emma sat in her seat, tears streaming down her face with her right hand splayed out smartly over her stomach, which was just beginning to show. The most visible signs of her pregnancy, now, were the snugness of her skirts and blouses around the bust and waist, which could easily had been attributed to a push-up bra and a few too many dinner dates.

"T-t-thank you!" she spluttered through the tears, allowing the club to encircle her with a hug. "I-i-t means s-s- much to m-m-me!"

Quinn nestled her chin on the crook of the older woman's shoulder, whispering in her ear, "We're all here for you, Ms. P. Anything you need, just say the word."

Emma looked at her, shocked by the offer. "What do you mean?" she asked, looking at Quinn with sensitive eyes.

"I'm restocking the karma bank, or just trying to thank everyone, and you're at the top of my list." The blonde ex-cheerleader hugged Emma before sinking back into the crowd of people all trying to say the same thing. It made her feel loved, and it made her feel appreciated, but somewhere deep inside, it also made her acutely aware that something was, by some definition, "wrong with her," and that scared her. She didn't want to be broken, she just wanted to be herself. And sadly, the only thing she wanted to be, she never would be again.