McKinley Highschool – Monday, 3: 45 p.m.

Emma was looking anxiously at her watch. She was trying really hard to think about anything but what was going to happen in a couple of minutes. She needed something to focus on for the next fifteen minutes, but she had already cleaned up her office twice and even washed all the windows. There was not a single thing messy left.

She felt so stupid staring at the two empty chairs in front of her that she forced herself to get up and go meet Will. Will. This thought made her shiver. Gosh! She was such a coward, unable to confront him. She had been running away from him for the whole holidays... For what? An awkward talk this morning. Because of her behaviour. She should have called him, and asked him what he meant by "loving her". Yeah, that would have been really easy. But she did none of that. It was too late for regret, she knew it. But she couldn't help regretting running away. Now she had to fix everything. She had no choice. Right. She could do it.

She was not that confident when she reached the auditorium, though. Of course, she was ten minutes early. Of course, the kids were not there yet. And, of course, he was there. She couldn't run anymore.

Will was sitting over the piano, writing down something. He looked up as he heard her footsteps and she waved at him shyly.

"Hey, I'm glad you came".

"Hey ... So, how many kids are we expecting?" She was twisting her fingers anxiously.

"Oh, probably eight to ten. Not much, but still, Glee Club is now officially successful", Will said with a big smile.

"Well, I'm really happy about that. I mean, you really deserve this. Um, you and, and the kids of course."

"Yeah, this is going to be a hell of a year I think!"

After a moment of silence, she added:

"I'm sorry I'm a bit early..."

"No, it's good. That ... gives us a few minutes to ... talk."

Emma cleared her throat. Here it is, she thought. He wants to talk. Now. She could feel her hands shaking a bit.

Will sighed deeply: "Em, you just left. You didn't even call... You ... you left. I ... I don't get it. I mean, why?"

"Oh gosh", Emma said, her eyes filled with tears, "I'm so sorry. So sorry. I ... I don't even have an explanation". She kept shaking her head. She could hear voices and laughter in the corridor coming clothe to the room. The kids would be there in a minute now. She needed to fix things, quickly.

"I just don't know what's good for me ... or who's good. And, and honestly Will, I don't know if you're good for me. You're not my only option anymore. Carl ... Carl is really nice, he's been perfect for me lately, and ..."

Will frowned. "Wait, you've seen him? You've seen him while I was dying to get just one single phone call from you? Cause I thought you needed to be alone."

Will felt destroyed inside. He couldn't believe it.

"Um ... I ... I've seen him a couple of times, yes. We ... hung out." Emma blushed and her eyes widened.

Will was speechless. Was it anger? Sadness? Jealousy? It was too late to figure that out, the first students entered the room. The auditions had to start now.

Will and Emma spent the next hour sitting next to eachother, not talking, just watching the kids performing. When it was over, Emma got up and walked towards the door.

"I'm going to fight for you, Em." Will said in a soft voice.

He could hear her breathe heavily as she looked at him before walking away.