I want to Dance with Somebody

'Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.' Hermann Hesse

Dear Diary,

Will came to my office to talk about the kids.

He's surprised they're still not over Whitney's Houston's death. '

'You'd think after two months they'd let it go,' he said.

'I got this.' I reached into my personal drawer and pulled out a pamphlet that said 'Princess Di: Why I can't stop crying' and a picture of a red headed girl with copious amounts of tears falling from her eyes. Will asked if it was me? I nodded. 'August 31st 1997, I was about to start my senior year of high school when tragedy struck. I spent the next eight months sending condolences to the two princesses and listening to 'Candle In the Wind' on constant repeat.'

'Emma, I had no idea you had such a connection to her.'

'I didn't. I mean every little girl worshipped her, but she was just a physical representation of my pain. I was scared. It was my last year of high school. No more living at home, I was saying goodbye to my teachers, my friend. Diana dying represented the loss of my childhood.'

'So Whitney is their Diana.'

'Yes, exactly.'

He got up to go. 'You said, you didn't want to say goodbye to your friend…'

'Yes,'

'Not friends?

'No. I only had one friend at school.'

Will shook his head, 'They don't know what they missed out on.'

I smiled, 'Will, I wasn't the person I am today. Besides, it's quality not quantity.'

Will did some research on Whitney Houston. He wants them to celebrate her accomplishments and express and explore what's really going on with themselves. Help them on the transition from childhood to adulthood.

Dear Diary,

Will has just left my office. He is full of surprises. When he walked in saying he had a surprise I said, 'If it's another Rihanna song in the swimming pool I had to take pictures this time.'

He presented me with an envelope that said 'Mademoiselle Pillsbury'. I opened it to find one of the most extravagant 3D cards I've ever seen, stating it was from Mr Lavender. I looked questioningly at Will.

He quickly explained,'He's north western Ohio's premier wedding planner.I've booked him for us.'

He's paying for him from his tax refund and selling blood platelets. Thank God he didn't say he'd sold his sperm.

'This is absolutely wonderful,' I responded 'but I'm not so sure we need him. Since we're having the wedding at Christmas, the church is already decorated, I was going to put the champagne fountain near the manger, the cake next to the camel…'

Then he delivered his intent. He wants to move the wedding to May.

'That's next month. Is this about S-E-X?' I spelled it.

'No, 'it's about us. We've been in love for almost 3 years?' I nodded. 'There's no reason we should wait seven more months.

'Except for the fact that wedding planning takes so much time. It takes so much time. I only just started decorating our personalized nut cups and I'm only on the fifth one…' He stopped my words with a kiss. 'I guess we could let Mr Lavender…' He kissed me again. 'Ok…' He kissed me again.

'Alright? His kisses kept coming.

'Ok, ok.' I am helpless in his arms.

Dear Diary,

This afternoon Mr Lavender came over to discuss wedding plans. He and I had a good chat before Will arrived home. He stated flat out it would be impossible to move the wedding forward, venues just weren't available. I knew this would be the case. Will wouldn't be accepting of the fact though. Once he has his heart set on something, he refuses to budge. We would have to tread carefully when he arrived home. It was exciting to see his color pallets and he had some ideas like personalized hand wipes that captured my imagination.

Will arrived but before I could introduce Mr LavENDer to him, Will jumped the gun and called him Lavender and told him he wanted a dance floor and he'd be rapping and the Glee kids would be singing which immediately put Mr LavENDer offside. LavENDer told Will straight off the bat, the bad news and as predicted, Will didn't like what he heard. He said thank you for your time, handed him all of his belongings and walked off. I looked at LavENDer apologetically. He understood, he said, weddings can get intense and bring out the best and worst in people and he's used to dealing with all sorts of brides and grooms. I showed him to the door and went to talk to Will.

I think I knew what this was about. He had said the Glee kids would be performing at the wedding…they're his family, of course he wants them there. This week isn't about the kids letting go, this is about Will letting go…He's letting his heart rule his head. Now's not the time to talk to him…he needs to calm down. I walked into the kitchen. Will was sitting at the table he looked up at me.

'I'm sorry…I just don't want to take no for an answer.'

'I know. It's just the reality is…'I

'I'll find a venue.'

I nodded and kissed him and started preparing dinner. 'Santana and Rachel sang together today, for the first time…I got really emotional just seeing how happy they were together, after all this time hating each other…'

'It's rewarding seeing human beings grow isn't it?' I responded. I kept chopping the carrots.

Dear Diary,

Kurt and Blaine came to see me today although Blaine did state he was a little confused as to why he was in my office. I explained that Kurt had asked me to give them a little couple's counselling. Of course I'm not qualified with a piece of paper at all but life experience and being made an outsider from a young age has made me a keen observer of human nature and it makes me qualified. As I learnt from Will brutal honesty is the cornerstone to any relationship. I want them to feel like my office is a safe space for them to air their differences. I mean whereas can they do that? They were receptive to the idea. They had no trouble voicing their opinions about each other. It immediately came to light that a third party's text messaging to Kurt was the spark that had ignited this fire. Kurt defended himself by saying that he'd sung a song to Blaine expressing how sorry he was (I quickly pushed my pamphlet 'Say Sorry With A Song' under some papers. That one wasn't going to work. Then it came to light that what's really bothering Blaine is Kurt moving to NY and him being left behind. He feels rejected and alone. Kurt reassured him they would skype every day and visit each other every weekend. They hugged each other and proclaimed each other the love of their lives. I was moved. Another successful counselling session. Now could I counsel Will?

Dear Diary,

I went home to champagne…on a Tuesday. Will had gone all Hunter S Thompson on me. He said we were celebrating, he'd found us a wedding venue: the KOA camp ground by route 9. He said there was plenty of space for a stage, plenty of juice for the amps and instruments and they'd leave the toilets open for us so people didn't have to walk around with quarters.

'It all sounds a bit rustic.' I replied thinking now was the time for our counselling session. Will continued, 'Babe, married under the stars, it's romantic!

I said, 'I have OCD. I throw away a broom after I've used it once and you think I'm going to get married in a campground?

'I know it's not ideal but it's the only place available.'

'Unless we move the wedding to November.'

'I won't do that.'

'Will, the Glee kids will come back for the wedding if it's in November.'

'What if they don't?'

I gave him a 'you're being ridiculous' look.

'I'm sorry. I just don't want them to leave.' He put his head into his hands.

'You know that's the wonderful thing about being a teacher. Every year you get a new group of kids to inspire you.' I sat down next to him.

'Yeah, but these kids changed my life. Three years ago I was just a Spanish teacher, sitting right here with Terri telling me to be an accountant and now I'm going to Nationals for the second time and I'm marrying you and it will never be like this again.'

'You know you and the kids gave each other a gift, but the love you have for each other you keep it with you, that never goes away.'

'I'm just going to miss them so much.' He started crying.

I caressed his head. 'I know, which is why you know if you and I had our wedding ten years from now on the moon, those kids would be there.'

'Would you prefer that to the camp ground?'

I pulled him to me and hugged him.

Dear Diary,

Will decided to give ND the option of an afternoon off. It's been an emotional week. I think he wanted to test their loyalty and himself – getting used to the feeling of not having them all there for rehearsals after school.

I went home and decided to bake him some chocolate chip cookies in an attempt to cheer him up. I found some Whitney Houston on my ipod, sat it in the dock, cranked up the volume, donned an apron and turned on the oven. I was just taking my second batch of cookies out of the oven and singing '…oooh I wanna feel the heat with somebody…' when I turned around to see Will leaning against the door frame smiling at me. I put the cookies down and with oven mitts still on danced over to him and pulled him into my arms… 'don't you wanna dance, say you wanna dance…'

He laughed and twirled me out and back into his arms before leaning me backwards and inches from my lips said, 'Those cookies smell heavenly' and he lifted me up and took one. I hit him with my glove. He took a bite. 'Mmm, divine'.

'Made with love.' I informed him, walking away to turn down the music. I started cleaning up.

He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me and started kissing my neck. 'They almost taste as good as you.'

'Is that so?' I smiled, turning around to face him and rest my arms around his neck while accepting more kisses.

'So did the kids show up for rehearsal?'

He nodded. 'When I arrived in the auditorium there they all were singing, 'Your love is my love' and, there was that magnetic gaze again, he sang '…it would take an eternity to break us up…'