Thank you to all of you lovelies out there who are reading my fics and writing the sweetest reviews! I really appreciate them, more than you know. Several of you guys requested that I write a sequel to my little prom one-shot so I decided to follow up on it! I hope you guys enjoy it! Love you all 33
Emma sat on the big fluffy bed in her favorite yellow nightgown, the bottle of lotion forgotten on her lap and her phone in her hands. She was admiring the picture on the screen, of the wonderful sky-writing Will had arranged just for her.
After a few seconds, the screen went black and Emma pressed a button to make it light up again. She smiled, admiring the beautiful picture. Will's arm was around Emma and she was holding the flowers tightly to her chest, looking up at Will with reddened cheeks and a dazzling smile. He was laughing down at her, his eyes sparkling. Behind them, the words in the sky were clear and beautiful.
She moved her thumb over the screen, clicking on the word 'Options.' Her thumb hovered slightly in the air before choosing the third option on the list: 'Use as wallpaper.' A message flashed upon the screen telling her it was approved.
With a satisfied smile, Emma pressed a button to exit out of the photo, loving her new phone wallpaper.
"Who you texting?" Will fell onto the bed behind her, straddling her and wrapping his muscular arms around her small frame.
Emma grinned and twisted her head to look back at him, holding up her phone to show him her new background.
"Very nice," Will commented. "What a beautiful couple. The dude looks like a goofy weirdo, though."
Emma giggled and set her phone down on the nightstand along with the lotion. She turned around to press her lips lovingly onto Will's, gently pushing him down to a lying down position on the bed.
Their lips moved together in harmony, their breaths mixing perfectly. Emma ran her tongue along Will's lips, tasting fresh mint and the indescribable yet sensational taste of Will's mouth.
Will moaned into Emma's mouth and ran his fingers through her soft red locks.
"Emma... You're so hot..."
Emma smiled and rolled over so that she was lying next to her fiancé on the bed. She turned her head to face him, giving him one more tender kiss. Then she pulled the comforter up around them, scooting closer to Will until their foreheads were almost touching.
"Thank you for today, Will," she murmured, playing with one of Will's curls. "I really appreciate it. It meant a lot to me."
"Anything for you, babe."
They shared one last sweet kiss and then slowly dropped off to sleep together.
It was the day of prom. Will and Emma were in their bedroom, getting ready. And Emma was having second thoughts. She sat on the bed, holding the pink dress she had planned to wear on her lap, rubbing the velvety material with her thumb absent-mindedly. Her brows were furrowed and her mouth was in a straight line. She was worried, there was no doubt.
Will finished up in the bathroom and came out, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed. He could tell something was bothering Emma, and he had a pretty good idea of what it was.
"You okay, sweetie?"
Emma looked up, her face still lined with worry. She shrugged and looked back down at the dress she was stroking. Will sat down next to her on the bed, putting his hand on her back.
"Em. What's wrong?" She bit her lip, hesitating.
"I don't know. It's... it's silly. I just... I don't know, I'm sort of scared. Teenagers are... messy. And what if Figgins makes us stay separated the whole night? I don't... I don't want to be alone..." She was still looking down at her lap. Will cupped her chin with his
hand and brought it up so that they were looking in each other's eyes.
"Hey," his voice was sincere and loving. "Nothing and no one can keep us apart. You know that." She gave a small smile.
"I'll come find you even if I have to walk through fire," he added. "Now come on, put on your dress, we're gonna be late."
Emma leaned in to give Will a warm embrace, sighing in his strong arms. Then she stood up and faced the closet, unzipping her skirt and dropping it to the floor. She unbuttoned her blouse, letting that fall to the floor as well.
Will watched her, letting out a long, inaudible breath. She was so gorgeous. Her lacy black underwear hugged the curve of her behind perfectly, and he couldn't help but admire her long, slender legs and her smooth, pale back. She reached her hands back to unclip her bra, letting the straps fall down her arms, hanging the bra up on the closet door. Then Emma slid the hair tie out of her soft voluminous hair and shook her head slightly, running her fingers through her hair, combing through the auburn locks.
Will could just barely see the small curve of her milky white breast from the angle she was standing at. Even though her back was to him, the side of her smooth, perfect breast peeked out at him, making Will's mouth dry and his pants noticeably tighter.
It was all Will could do to not go up to her and wrap his arms around that beautiful body, whispering words of love and affection into her ear, brushing that beautiful red hair off of her shoulder. Instead, he sighed and silently left the room to get his keys and wallet.
Patience, Will, he told himself. It was torture, but he knew it would be worth it.
Music pounded through the speakers, and the dim setting at the dance gave the room a mysterious, cool feel. Emma stood alone in the back corner of the room, her hands clasped together in front of her.
Even though she was as far away from the crowded dance floor as possible (about 20 feet), the overwhelming number of teenagers hopping around and dancing crazily made her nervous. The room was uncomfortably warm due to the excessive amount of body heat, and Emma touched the back of her hand to her slightly reddened cheeks, tucking her hair behind her ears.
She anxiously scanned the crowd for any sign of her beloved, but he was nowhere to be seen. Where in the world was he? When they had arrived at the dance, Figgins had separated them, telling Emma to go to one side of the room and Will to the other, to "make sure no shenanigans were happening." But Will had promised her as soon as Figgins had enough punch he would come find her. He had given her a quick peck on the lips and walked away with eyes pleading forgiveness. He didn't want to go. She knew it. He had to; they were chaperones, after all. But still, Emma resented Figgins for keeping the two of them apart.
For the hundredth time that night, Emma wrung her hands together, playing with the chunky bracelet on her small wrist. She looked around at all the happy couples dancing, talking, and…. ugh, making out in the corner over there. Emma quickly looked away from that. All of it made her sick.
Why did I agree to come to this? Emma asked herself. Slowly, she backed up until her back was against the wall. Closing her eyes to shut out the image of all of the happy couples, her mind traveled back in time to her senior year in high school.
Her friend from the debate team had convinced her to go to the school's Homecoming dance. She had persuaded her that it was her senior year and she never would get this opportunity again. Homecoming was, in fact, an important milestone for teenagers.
Emma had reluctantly obliged, even though she didn't have a date and didn't like to dance at all. Well, in public, that is. When she was alone in her bedroom, now that was a different story.
Nevertheless, her sly, argumentative friend had provided a good argument, and Emma had given in, only on the grounds that her friend would stay with her the whole night.
The dance had been horrible. It was in their hot, stuffy school gym and the decorations and lighting were terrible. It was Emma's first school dance ever, and she was shocked and disgusted by the dirty dancing that was occurring right in front of her eyes. It seemed like every single girl was occupied by a handsome guy. Even her friend who had promised to stay with her had been whisked away by a handsome basketball player.
It was the most alone Emma had felt her entire life. She stood in the back of the gym with her back against the wall, uncomfortably wringing her hands and wishing someone would ask her to dance. But no one ever did. She stood there for what felt like hours, days, years, cursing her awkward, shy personality and cursing those beautiful, perfect cheerleaders.
She had closed her eyes and tried to breathe slowly, but even with her eyes shut she could still see the millions of happy couples rubbing their perfection and happiness in her face. The talking, laughing, and music seemed to become louder and louder and she unsuccessfully tried to block it out by doing long division in her head.
Standing in the corner of the room, Emma couldn't distinguish between a memory and reality. It felt the exact same. Everyone was happy. Everyone was dancing. Everyone. Except her.
May I have this dance?
Emma smiled sardonically, knowing it was her imagination. Of course it was her imagination. It was wishful thinking, that's all it was. Why would anyone ask her to dance? Wait but… there it was again. That smooth, sexy voice.
"Excuse me miss, would you like to dance?"
Emma's eyes snapped open. There stood an angel. Will Schuester. Her fiancé. Her best friend. Hers. He was smiling teasingly at her and holding his hand out. She wiped away a lone tear and laughed happily, taking his hand and following him to the dance floor.
A slow, romantic song was playing and they began to slow dance, Will's hand on Emma's tiny waist, the other holding onto her hand. Emma looked up at him lovingly.
"I love you so much, Will."
"I love you too, Em." Will replied with a smile. He lowered his voice and brought his head a tad closer to hers. "Is… is everything okay? You seemed a little lost back there." His face showed genuine concern.
"Yes… yes everything is fine. I was just… having a flashback." Emma blushed at her silliness. How could she ever even have those thoughts? Of course she wasn't alone. She wasn't, and she never would be again, because of the perfect man standing in front of her.
Will still seemed to be concerned, but he could see that Emma was feeling a lot better, so he changed the subject.
"Em, I'm so sorry I couldn't come find you earlier. I was planning on getting Figgins over to the punch table, but he lingered with me for so long! He wasn't even supposed to be on my side of the room, but he just stood with me and talked to me for centuries about… gee I don't even know, I wasn't listening." His thumb caressed the back of Emma's small hand. "All I could think about was you."
Emma gave an adorable smile, so enraptured by Will. She gently rested her head against Will's broad chest and put her arms around him as they swayed slowly to the music. He instinctively brought his arms down around her waist as well, making them as close to each other as possible.
"Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?" Will whispered into Emma's ear, provoking a shy beam from his fiancée.
"You look handsome too," Emma murmured. "You always do."
The happy couple danced slowly until the song ended with a beautiful piano riff. Emma picked her head up from Will's shoulder and reached her head up for a long, tender kiss. They stayed in each other's arms for a moment, enjoying each other's comfortable company.
Suddenly, the boys from the New Directions came onstage and began singing an upbeat, happy song. The romantic moment was over, and teenagers transformed once again into their jubilant, crazy selves.
As Emma turned to leave the dance floor, Will grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him, grinning widely.
"Will?" Emma's face had questions written all over it.
"Come on Em, stay."
Will took Emma's hand once again and led her to dance to the music. Hesitantly, Emma began to follow his lead, swaying a little in sync with Will. She felt horribly awkward and Will could tell. He thought it was adorable. They laughed at themselves, an adult couple dancing to a boy-band in a group of teenagers at a high school prom. Emma blushed, giggling, and stopped dancing.
"Come on, you silly head." She pulled his arm and they left the dance floor. Still smiling, Will followed Emma, glad they could at least let go a little bit and have fun.
By the time prom was over, everyone had gone home, and they had helped clean up a little bit, it was extremely late. But strangely enough, neither of them felt tired. They were one of the last ones to leave because they had stayed to help clean everything up.
Walking out to the deserted parking lot hand in hand, Emma shivered from the frosty wind. She moved closer to Will and he put his arm around her, hugging her close as they hurried to get to the warm car.
"Will… I had a lot of fun tonight," Emma said happily. Will looked down at her with a grin.
"I'm glad, sweetie. I had fun too."
He leaned down to peck her lips as they walked. So warm. She reached up to give him another kiss, loving the warmth emitting from his soft lips. They stopped walking and faced each other, deepening the kiss, Emma's arms snaking around Will's neck, warming it up.
Tongue found tongue, and hand found ass. The moon shone down on them, and the cold was forgotten and unnoticed as they kissed lovingly in the empty parking lot.