A/N: I really wanted to do some wemma fluff. Most of the requests I've gotten lately were all angsty stuff and we've had angst for wemma! I'm in some serious need of fluff. This chapter is shorter than they have been but still sort of fluffy. This chapter goes out to Radical Bella for giving me the idea!
What if: Will really blew that kiss to Emma in Acafellas and she noticed it.
Emma pulled into the parking lot of the Lima local bar and glanced out through the darkness to the other cars parked in the lot. There weren't many but it was still better than nothing and her heart sailed because one specific car was parked in the lot. An old blue car with the license plate of 'glee' sat parked right in front of the building, it was for the person who drove that car that she was there that night. Although, it was hidden under the reason she was supposed to be there and that was for the person driving the old green jeep that was parked only two spaces away from the blue clunker.
She sighed quietly to herself and got out of the car, slowly making her way across the lot.
As she pushed the doors open, she held her breath for a moment and paled slightly at the smell of the beer. She had never liked the smell and it had reminded her of her college years, which she didn't particularly like to remember.
She let out a breath slowly and pushed herself into the main room. She glanced around and found the place to be not too particularly crowded, which she was grateful for.
She searched the room for one particular face and found him on the other side of the room talking to an older couple. She was half tempted to walk over to him but decided against it, he looked to engrossed in the conversation to bother him.
Instead, she watched him from afar, smiling when he smiled, giggling to herself quietly when she heard his laughter drift across the stuffy room.
From where she stood she could see that his dark t-shirt snugged his upper body perfectly and the hat over his head made him look even more handsome, which Emma never thought would be possible and made her heart beat just a little faster.
She had never really heard Will perform before. She knew he had some talent, she watched the video of the '93 team at Nationals more times than she would care to admit, he had taken over glee club and she had heard him singing to himself a few times. She was more than ecstatic when Will told her of the Acafellas and how they would be performing live. Emma had no doubt that Will had the voice of an angel and she was finally going to hear it full and live.
The older man that Will was with clapped Will on the shoulder and Will gave him a thankful smile. The older woman pulled Will into a bone crushing hug and placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek that not only made her, but also Will, cringe.
Will pulled away with a hesitant laugh and said something to her. The older couple turned to walk away and Will wiped his cheek with the back of his hand, and then shook his head slowly.
Emma giggled to herself. They must be his parents, she concluded. She was about to walk over to greet him when a voice stopped her.
"Eminem!" Ken's over excited voice called to her from behind and she shut her eyes for a moment and then turned to face Ken with a forced smile. "You made it!"
Emma shrugged lightly. "Yes well, I couldn't miss it, its Acafellas first performance."
Ken beamed with pride and happiness and Emma's heart melted slightly. She cared about Ken, she really did, she just wished that he wasn't so...dirty. She was pleased to see that he actually did clean up quite nicely though.
For once in the time that she had known Ken, he was actually wearing pants and his black dress shirt truly fit very nicely on him. She was technically dating Ken and as his potential girlfriend she was required to compliment him, especially if he deserved it. So with a blush tinting her cheeks she admitted shyly, "You look very handsome tonight Ken."
Ken's eyes widened in surprise and when he continued to stare at her in shock, she gave him a small smile. A grin lit up his face like he had just won a million dollars, "Thank you Emma." Ken looked truly touched by her words and Emma wished she could give him all the love that he clearly felt for her. "You look beautiful as always."
Emma blushed even further and mumbled a thanks in reply. Ken remained standing in front of her all the while beaming.
An awkward silence fell on them then and before any of them could say another word, a voice called to Ken from across the room. Both Ken and Emma turned to seek the owner of the voice and saw Henri and Howard waving to him from across the room.
With an awkward exchange of goodbyes, Ken shuffled past Emma and made his way towards his fellow group mates.
Emma's eyes remained on him until he started talking with the other two men. Her eyes then travelled the room to find the true object of her affections.
He leaned against the door frame on the opposite side of the room and his brow was furrowed, as if he were looking for someone.
Emma sucked in a breath and made her way around the edge of the room, not willing to cut through the crowd of people. She approached Will from behind and cleared her throat to catch his attention.
Will looked over his shoulder at the sound and a smile instantly lit his face. "Emma, hey! You came!"
"I came." She smiled up at him and his grin broadened for a second before his attention was drawn back to the room.
Emma's smile faded and her heart sank slightly. "Looking for someone?" She asked in innocent curiosity.
"Yeah." He sighed, his shoulders slumping visibly. "Terri. She said she'd be here."
I'm here Will. Emma thought pathetically and dropped her gaze to the ground. Emma swallowed over the lump in her throat and with a brave face, lifted her head back up. "Oh well I'm sure she'll show up Will."
Will looked back towards her and smiled. "I didn't expect to see you here honestly. I didn't think bars were your type of place."
Emma blushed and tried to hide a sheepish smile. "They're not but since you and Ken and you know the rest of acafellas are, um, performing I decided to come down and show my support."
Will grinned and laughed lightly. "Well apart from my parents I think you're our only other true dedicated fan."
"Well after tonight I'm sure you'll have plenty of fans." Emma replied surely.
Will smiled but shrugged. "We'll see."
"They'll love you Will." Emma beamed up at him, not even bothering to correct herself.
Will lifted one eyebrow and then smiled warmly. Their eyes locked on each others and slowly the smiles fell from both of their faces as they got lost in each others eyes. Their smiles were gone but the warmness didn't fade from their eyes and suddenly they were not in a bar, they were in the science classroom, and Will had just wiped chalk dust off her nose.
All the feelings from that night came flooding back into their bodies and both of their hearts pounded rapidly. Without even realizing what they were doing, they both inched closer to each other, their eyes never leaving their intense lock.
Their noses brushed lightly and the same shock wave spread through both of their bodies. They both gasped softly and Will's lips parted slightly. Emma shuddered at the feeling his hot breath against her mouth and she instinctively licked her lips.
Will blinked a few times and then they fluttered closed. Emma's eyes widened slightly and then hers started to follow until they were roughly pulled apart by the sound of Will's name being called.
Trying to ignore the heat that suddenly erupted in him, Will looked over Emma's shoulder and saw Henri waving him over, with a suspicious looking Ken standing behind him.
Will let out a breath through his teeth and gave them a curt nod to signal that he'd be there shortly. He looked down at Emma who was staring up at him shyly, her cheeks flushed.
Their eyes locked for another intense moment and then wordlessly, Will started to move past her. Emma reached out to grab his arm and Will whirled around to face her curiously.
She smiled softly and then leaned up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "Good luck." She whispered near his ear and then bustled past him.
Will stood there, blinking in shock for a few moments and then lifted his fingers to the burning spot on his cheek where he could still feel the softness of Emma's lips. His lips curled up in a smile and he glanced over his shoulder, watching Emma's departing figure. He let out a breath and then headed over to join the rest of the acafellas.
Emma took a seat at one of the empty tables in front of Will's parents. Emma observed them for a quick moment, Will's mother was grinning wildly, clearly tipsy, while Will's father had his arm wrapped protectively around his wife, smiling proudly towards the corner where his son chatted with the other men. There was a gentleness to the elder Schuester that even if Emma hadn't seen him talking to Will before, she would instantly know that they are related.
Emma scanned the room and was surprised to see Principal Figgins in the back of the room. He looked unsure and a little apprehensive and he clearly wasn't sure as to why he was there. Emma caught his gaze and gave a small wave. Figgins was just as surprised to see her as she was to see him and waved back with a small smile.
Emma faced forward just as the four members of acafellas took their place on stage. Will, always the leader, stepped out towards the front of the stage and introduced their group. His eyes scanned the audience and his face dropped slightly but then his eyes met Emma's and the smile returned to his face.
As Will returned to take his place with the rest of the group, Emma took a quick glance around her and saw no sign of the blonde that she had seen in the wedding picture sitting on Will's desk.
Ken stood in front of the group and all four men had their heads downward. Ken made a noise into the mic and soon the stage erupted in movement as Will took the lead.
Emma watched his every movement, her heart fluttering at the sound of his smooth voice. She heard the others in the background but Will's voice was the most prominent in the mind, even when he stepped back to give Howard a solo.
Emma now knew that not only could Will sing but he could dance as well. He belonged up on a stage, he was a true performer, that was for sure. She wondered why he was teaching spanish in a small town in Ohio and not a broadway star.
She was momentarily distracted by Ken's rapping solo and she had to admit that she was impressed. She caught Ken's eye from the stage and gave him an extra wide smile in her approval. Ken's lips twitched but then he fully returned his attention to his solo and Emma's attention returned to Will's dancing in the background.
His smile proved to her how much he loved being up on the stage and that further cemented in Emma's mind that he belonged on the stage. Henri, Howard and Ken looked like they were enjoying themselves but not nearly as much as Will.
"..but I know she's a loser."
"How'd you know?" Henri asked, swinging to the right side of Ken.
Howard came to kneel down in front of Ken and Will stood to Ken's left. "Me and the crew used to do her."
With the last words of the song, Will locked eyes with her through the audience, brought his hand to his lips and threw out a kiss, a seductive look on his face.
Emma's eyes widened and quickly glanced over her shoulder to once again check for Will's wife. At no sign of the blonde, she turned around and Will winked at her before turning to high five the others on a job well done as the audience burst into applause.
A grin spread across Emma's face as she realized it. The kiss was meant for her. She brought her fingers to her lips for a moment, savoring the feel of what his kiss might be like, and then brought her hands to rest over her heart.
Then she realized who she was supposed to be there for and she shook her head slowly, her hands coming together to applaud the group. "Yay Ken! Ken Tanaka!" She cried over the noise and for a brief moment she met Ken's happy grin from the stage and then her eyes flickered to Will, who smiled at her.
He pointed out into the audience and Emma followed his gaze to his parents sitting behind her. They were grinning at waving at him, like he was a fifteen year old boy at his first concert, rather than a 30 year old man in the first performance of his a capella group.
Emma grinned at their obvious happiness and then turned back towards the stage, clapping wildly, calling out generic terms such as "Go acafellas!" and "Yay!", completely missing the knowing look that the elder Schuester had given her.