A/N: So this one is a lot shorter than the rest of them but I still hope you enjoy it!
What if: Will had kissed Emma during the 'Thong song' scene.
Emma sucked in a breath and smoothed out the wrinkles in the fancy wedding dress she was wearing.
After the school day had ended she went home to grab the dress and then headed back to the school to meet Will at four.
She considered changing at home but it would be incredibly hard to drive with the dress on plus she'd have to drag the trail along the dirty ground and her cousin Betty would not be pleased with her if the pure white dress was damaged. She wouldn't be pleased with herself either.
She ended up changing in one of the empty classroom since refused to take her clothes off in one of the school's restrooms.
It took nearly fifteen minutes for her to change into the dress. She first made sure that all the windows and blinds were closed to the classroom and then sterilized the area she would be changing in. Emma felt dreadfully uncomfortable getting undressed in her workplace with the fear of a student or one of the faculty walking in.
As quickly and as carefully as she could, Emma slipped on the dress that she never pictured herself wearing. Before Ken, she had thought about getting married one day but not in the incredibly fancy dress she was dressed in, she preferred something simple.
Once she was dressed, Emma wished she had a mirror to look at herself. She didn't know how the dress looked on her or if everything was in perfect order. She slowly made her way over to the window and pulled up the blinds to catch her reflection in the glass window. She couldn't see everything clearly but she managed to place the veil on top of her hair and have the material sprawl across her shoulders.
Emma smiled at her reflection, not thinking about the man she was marrying but the man who was waiting for her a few hallways over in his spanish room.
She slowly made her way out of the classroom and carefully, so she wouldn't step on the large train, walked down the empty hallway and towards Will's spanish room.
Emma paused in the doorway and looked around the room. Will had pushed all the desks aside and she spotted him carrying a chair across the room. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him and for a brief second picture him standing by an alter, dressed in a tuxedo and smiling at her.
She quickly shook that thought off and stepped into the room. "Hi." She called out to him shyly.
Will paused and turned his head to look at her. "Hi." She couldn't help but notice his face looked a little awestruck, probably because of the dress she was in.
He set down the chairs as she walked in the room, smoothing out her dress and fluffing out the veil. She giggled at the questioning look on his face and elaborated, "It was my cousin Betty's. We were obsessed with Princess Di's dress when we were little girls so um, we she got married she uh, insisted on having this long train." She gathered up the train in her hands and smiled sheepishly at him.
Will furrowed his brow in confusion as he stared at the train. "Is there a reason you have it on now?" He asked, turning his head up to look at her.
"Yes. Yes." She smiled and laughed as he smiled along with her. "Yes um, she didn't wear it to her dance rehearsals and the night of the wedding her husband kept stepping on the train..." Will nodded in realization and understanding. "...it was really bad, the fight was epic. The priest cried. They were divorced three months later."
Will continued to nod at her as her own words rang in her head. Divorced three months later...
"Actually, you know, maybe I shouldn't wear it..." She started to gather up the train again to head out of the room.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Will reached out to stop her a little too eagerly. "Its all good. It's allll good. We'll uh, we'll see how you move in it, alright?"
"Okay." Emma nodded unsurely.
"Okay." Will moved and grabbed the train from out of her hands and started to straighten it out behind her. "So first uh...lets do Ken's selection and then we'll work in your song for the big finish."
"Okay." Emma muttered.
"Alright?" Will hopped over the train and to the small stereo resting on top of one of the tables.
"Hey Emma," Her hear fluttered again and she heard him clap his hands together, "I'm really excited about this."
"Fantastic." She whispered, not turning around to face him. "So...so exciting." She let out a breath and willed herself to remain calm.
The music started and Will's voice quickly followed, "This thing right here is letting all the ladies know what guys talk about..." He walked around her so he was now on her left side and she slowly turned to look at him. "you know.." He pretended to pop his collar and leaned towards her, his forearm resting against her arm and his face less than a foot away. "...the finer things in life. Check it out."
He began to sing and dance around her. Her eyes followed his every movement and even if she wanted to she couldn't look away. She knew Will could dance, she'd seen it a few times including at the Acafellas shows. But never had he ever danced or sang that close to her. And never had she ever imagined to like The Thong Song as much as she was enjoying it then.
There were times when he came so close to her, she could actually feel his body heat. As the dance progressed, she felt less and less air coming into her lungs. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest as Will slid to his knees in front of her and played with the tail-ends of her dress. She covered her mouth with her hands, a blush rising up to her cheeks as Will continued to sing about thongs.
Suddenly, Will grabbed her hand in his and her eyes widened. Normally, if someone had grabbed her hand out of the blue like that she'd totally flip out and run to go clean herself. In fact, she was flipping out, but not because of the germs. She could care less about the germs, she was flipping out because Will was holding her hand. She could feel the softness of his palm and the calluses on his fingers from playing the guitar for so long and his body heat set a spark that led from her hand to her entire body.
Will slid his other hand on top of hers and her breath caught in her chest. He let go of her hand and Emma missed the contact. He disappeared out of her sight behind her and then suddenly she felt him grab her from around the waist.
She squealed as she felt herself being pulled down to the ground and the next thing she knew she landed right on top of Will who had fallen to the ground with a large bang.
"Ohhh." Will groaned in what seemed like a half laugh and a half moan.
She gasped as she looked down at him, his body shaking under her with laughter.
"Oh no, are you okay?" She asked, her voice more high pitched than usual.
"I'm okay are you okay?" He managed to choke out, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder.
"Yeah." She squeaked and Will let out a few more groans before growing quiet. Emma's smile faded as she glanced down at Will and Will glanced up at her, their eyes locking on each others.
It was then that Emma realized how close they actually were. Their faces were only a few inches apart and Emma could feel Will's chest rising and falling against hers and his heart beating.
Emma's heart was beating harder than it ever had before. She had never been that close to a man, ever. Especially not one that she was in love with. Especially not one that was as handsome as Will Schuester.
From where she was laying on top of him she could see every speck of hazel in his eyes and she found herself helplessly drowning in them.
But the eye contact was broken when Will's eyes travelled downwards and Emma realized after a second what exactly he was looking at: her lips.
Her eyes widened as suddenly Will's eyes snapped back up to meet hers and she saw something new in the pools of hazel. Something she had only dreamed about seeing in Will's eyes. Something she never thought she'd see looking at her through Will's eyes.
Will's hand made its way to rest on her cheek. Her eyes widened further and her eyes darted to his hand and then back to him. Emma swallowed hard and her breath caught in her chest as the impossible happened.
Cupping her cheek, Will tilted his head upwards and his lips brushed against hers. She let out a shaky breath and her eyes fluttered closed, too frightened to look in his eyes. There was silence and stillness for a long moment or two and then the impossible happened again. Will's lips met hers and unlike the first one mere seconds ago, they stayed there. Her eyes closed tightly shut and very lightly pressed herself into the kiss.
All thoughts of Ken and his wife disappeared, there was only them. They were all that mattered. Each other and their long time, subdued, suppressed, longing feelings for one another.
Emma couldn't believe it, she was kissing Will Schuester. The man who made her heart flutter and who took her breathe away. The man who she had fallen for the moment he smiled at her, the man who she had never been able to act on her feelings before because he was married.
Suddenly her eyes snapped open. Her body tensed up and without warning, she lifted her head up, breaking their tender lip lock. Will's lips pursed, apparently still craving more. His eyes fluttered open and his brow furrowed in confusion as his gaze settled on the wide-eyed and panicked Emma.
"Will." She whispered brokenly. Will continued to stare at her silently for a few seconds before his eyes widened in realization.
Emma quickly scrambled off of him and backed away slowly, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes wide and panicked.
Will sat up and then rose to his feet, slowly looking over to her. "Emma..." He whispered. "I'm...so sorry."
Emma shook her head quickly, placing a hand over her rapidly beating heart. "No, no thats okay um..." She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm herself. "Th-thank you for um...the-the dance lessons." She opened her eyes slowly and met his gaze from across the room.
His jaw clenched and his eyes held longing and he slowly shook his head. She knew at that moment that his apology was not for the kiss but for the fact that the kiss would and could not happen again.
Emma gave him a small, sad smile knowing he was right. He was married and she was going to be married. No matter how bad each of them wanted to, 'they' couldn't happen.
With a little shake to her head, Emma turned around and started to walk out of the room, her hand coming to cover her mouth where a little muffled sob escaped.