Chapter 11- It's Too Late to Apologize

Author's Note- Hey everybody! Thanks for all the reviews I got last chapter! You guys are so nice, thank you all of you! This chapter is from where we left off; Will and Emma finally talked to each other, and now Will is about to get on stage and sing his song. Here's the chapter, enjoy!

Will Schuester squinted under the bright lights of the stage, as he grabbed the microphone. He scanned the crowd and saw Emma looking directly at him. Will quickly averted her gaze as the opening notes for his song began. Well, here goes nothing. Actually more like everything, he thought to himself.

"I'm holdin' on your rope," Will began singing. In the crowd, Emma winced immediately recognizing the song. She tried to make eye contact with Will, but he hadn't looked her way since the song started.

"Got me ten feet off the ground," Will continued, his hazel eyes shimmering under the lights.

"And I'm hearin' what you say," Will snuck a look at Emma, who had her big eyes fixated on him. Their eyes connected for a brief second, just like at Breadstix. Will quickly snapped his head to the side, looking at her was too painful.

"But I just can't make a sound,"

"You tell me that you need me,"

"Then you go and cut me down…" Will kept singing, ignoring the constant need in the back of his head to look at Emma. He could feel her eyes on him, hoping that he'll look at her.

"But wait…"

"You tell me that you're sorry," Will sang, finally making up his mind. The Spanish teacher summoned all the strength in his body and looked at Emma. Their eyes crossed paths immediately, and remained locked on each other. It was painful for Will but he wanted to make sure the message of his song to Emma came across loud and clear.

"Didn't think I'd turn around…" Their eyes were still threaded together by an invisible string. Emma noticed how his hazel eyes were now turning to a darker green, flooded with emotion, a look she always saw on Will when he was performing.

"And say…"

"That it's too late to apologize," Will sang, reaching the chorus. His hazel eyes were lit with emotion and bore into Emma, filling her with guilt.

"It's too late…" For the first time in the song, Emma wanted to look away, but she knew that would just make their situation even worse. Guilt was stabbing into her, and Will finally showing his feelings was killing her.

"I said it's too late to apologize,"

"It's too late,"

"Yeah,"

"I'd take another chance,"

"Take a fall, take a shot for you," Will continued singing, still looking at Emma. She almost looked like she was in as much pain as Will was…almost. The thing that was hurting both of them was that the lyrics were speaking the truth.

"I need you like a heart needs a beat," Emma wondered if Will's heart would ever speed up again when he saw her, or if he would ever get butterflies while speaking to her again, or if she would ever get to see that cute lopsided smile that he saved just for her.

"But it's nothin' new, yeah!"

"I loved you with a fire red,"

"Now it's turnin' blue…"

"And you say…"

"Sorry, like an angel,"

"Heaven let me think was you…"

"But I'm afraid…" Will sang, looking at Emma with a million different emotions running through his thoughts and eyes.

"It's too late to apologize," Will's puppy dog eyes were seriously killing Emma; she was using all her willpower to not look away. Emma wanted to escape to a paradise; where Will and her were still best friends and Carl didn't exist and most of all, that none of this had happened.

"It's too late,"

"I said it's too late to apologize,"

"It's too late,"

"Whoa!"

"It's too late to apologize,"

"It's too late," Emma wondered if it really was too late to apologize for her actions, all she wanted was for Will to hear her out.

"I said it's too late to apologize,"

"It's too late,"

"I said it's too late to apologize, yeah!" Will continued, his voice growing stronger with every word he sang.

"I said it's too late to apologize, yeah!"

"I'm holdin' on your rope,"

"Got me ten feet off the ground," Will sang softly, ending the song. The crowd burst into applause and Will made his way backstage very quickly, he didn't want to face Emma.

"Wow, that guy was good. Do you know who he is, Emma?" Carl asked, walking up behind her.

"Oh, uh, yeah he was really good. He's Will Schuester, the director of the glee club and the Spanish teacher," Emma replied, nervously. Carl knew nothing about Will and she wanted it to stay that way.

"Cool, he looks like a nice guy. We should go and congratulate him," Carl suggested.

"No! I mean, um, he looks really busy," Emma said.

"Do you have a problem with this guy?" Carl asked, concerned.

"Not at all. Sort of. We used to be really good friends but I ruined it last week," Emma confessed, she wasn't lying but she wasn't telling the whole truth either.

"Well, it's never too late to apologize, or let him know how you feel," Carl said.

Did he not just hear Will's song?! Hello? It's too late to apologize according to Will and One Republic. You know what? I should go talk to Will again, tonight. I'll just say that we really need to talk and…he can come over tomorrow, Emma thought. "You're right, Carl. Do you think I could go talk to him now? Would that be okay?" Emma asked.

"Of course, honey. I'll wait here," Carl said, lovingly. That's what Emma hated, she felt like she was using Carl. And…she was, to get over Will, which she knew was impossible. Carl was being so nice to her and yet, he didn't know a thing about her and Will.

Will was sitting in his classroom by himself. He was tired and emotionally beat-down. Will glanced out the window and saw that it was still snowing, tomorrow would be the first day of winter break. So, he wouldn't be seeing Emma for over a week if nothing positive happened tonight. Just then, there was a light tapping on the door. Will was expecting a student but instead found Emma. "Uh, hi," Will said, shyly. He was looking down at his Converse sneakers that Emma loved.

"Hey Will. Can we talk? It'll be quick," Emma offered, trying her best to persuade him. Will's hazel eyes were still burning into his sneakers. Emma lifted his chin up with two gentle fingers and he looked her in the eyes, his expression full of shock. Emma knew he probably didn't want her kind touch but she thought somehow it still soothed him.

"O-okay," Will stammered, closing the door. He sat on top of a student's desk and waited for Emma to begin.

"Will, I really think you need to hear me out, the message of your song was clear but I don't think you fully believe it. I miss you. Not in some cheesy, let's hold hands and be together forever way. I just miss you. Plain and simple. I miss your presence in my life. I miss you always being there for me. I miss my best friend," Emma admitted.

"I miss you too, the old you. The new one sucks," Will confessed, and saw the corners of Emma's mouth turn up in a half-smile. "Did you want um, apologize now? Because I don't think it's um, a good place to talk," Will continued.

"Oh no, um, you could come to my apartment tomorrow, we could just get it all out there. I'll just get out what I need to apologize and if you have anything, anything at all to say, then you can tell me," Emma suggested, glancing at Will with hopeful eyes.

Will hesitated before replying, "Okay, uh, what time should I come?"

"How about two in the afternoon? I can make lunches," Emma offered.

"Alright. Emma?" Will added.

"Yeah?"

"Is that guy you were with, Carl?"

"Um, yes, but I'm going to break up with him," Emma said, quickly. She didn't want Will to think that her and Carl were anything close to serious.

"I don't think you should, I don't want to get in the way of your happiness," Will said, lying. Even after all the crap they've been through, he still wanted the best for Emma.

"No, Will, he's the only thing getting in the way of my happiness," Emma admitted, but Will still didn't smile. In fact, she hadn't seen the signature lopsided grin since the incident.

"Okay," Will replied, heading towards the door.

"Okay, well bye. I'll see you tomorrow," Emma said, stepping into the doorway.

"See you," Will replied, painful as it was.

"Will?" Emma whispered, catching his attention. "Your song was really great."

"Thanks," Will replied, and with that Emma walked away from him again. Will secretly hoped that Emma would never truly walk out of his life because somewhere deep-down in his sub-conscience, he knew that he needed her, because she completed him.

So what did you guys think? I just wanted to say that I updated in three days…yay! I really thought this chapter was good and I hope that you guys thought so too. I hope I'll be able to update soon, again. I think that this story will only have at the most…five more chapters. It'll be sad to end this story, I really enjoy writing it. I hope that I can update my other story I Wish by Saturday for those of you who are also reading (and hopefully) enjoying my other story. Once I finish one of the two I will be writing more Wemma stories. Some of my ideas are posted on my profile, so please check them out and let me know which one you think is best. Your reviews make my day…so please review!