A/N: So...howdy. Haven't been around for a while have I? Oops...sorry. Wemma hasn't really been inspiring lately...except for tonights episode because that my fellow wemma shippers was beyond epic and inspired me again to write this.

Not really a what if but rather a missing scene that we should have seen.

Spoilers for Night of Neglect.

Hope you enjoy!

Will stood off to the side of Emma's office, his back against the wall but his head turned sideways so he could observe her. Her room was immaculately clean, something he hadn't seen for a while and she was scrubbing at a persistent "dirty" spot on her desk, her lips puffed out in an adorable pout and her hair falling over her shoulders causing his heart to flip.

He didn't know what to make of what he was feeling. The first emotion that plagued him was anxiousness and fear as he debated whether or not to even go to talk to Emma. The second was determination when he decided he would. The third was complete and utter relief when he saw the name plate next to her office read the familiar Emma Pillsbury instead of the gut wrenching, soul crushing, heart ripping, Emma Pillsbury-Howell. Of course Emma had confirmed it to him a couple of days ago that Carl had asked for annulment and she was no longer married but to see it actually there...

The fourth was anxiousness again as he stopped outside her door and caught sight of her. The fifth was the familiar pounding of his heart, the butterflies in his stomach and the heat that filled his entire body just at the sight of her. The sixth was a bit of guilt because...didn't Holly just break up with him last night? Should he really be acknowledging his feelings for Emma so soon? Then he would think back to what Holly said.

"You're in love with somebody else."

She was right. He was. Lord knows he had tried to hide it and deny it for the last couple of months especially since Emma got married. He couldn't be in love with a married woman, he was doomed that way. He had to move on and Holly was...Holly was there and Holly was sexy and Holly was beautiful and Holly was perfect (except for the whole non-committment thing) all except one thing...Holly wasn't Emma.

"And by the way, she's into you too."

Was she though? Will's heart had leapt into his throat that night when the words escaped Holly's mouth. Sure, she got an annulment but Carl was the one who demanded it. And sure, she was able to get an annulment because she was never able to consummate her marriage despite the six months that they were indeed married but that was just because of OCD and intimacy issues, wasn't it? It couldn't possibly have anything at all to do with him. Could it?

That's what he was here to find out. He had to know. It didn't matter if Emma needed a month, if Emma needed six months, if Emma needed a year, he'd wait, just as long as he knew she'd be there eventually.

The seventh was the absolute love and adoration he felt for the woman sitting in the room, still scrubbing the spot of invisible dirt. The whole school was now aware of how he felt about Emma and her OCD tendencies (and his underlying sexual fantasies for her as well) thanks to his drunken phone call to Sue and her uncanny ability to humiliate him and ruin his life at any possible moment. Thankfully things hadn't got too awkward between them after that though he fully expected them to. When they finally did talk about it and Will apologized, rambling that he was drunk, really drunk and didn't really know what he was saying, Emma only giggled and told him it was fine. The drunken phone call and his body's reaction to Emma's giggle first made him realize that he wasn't as over Emma Pillsbury as he thought (in fact he wasn't over Emma Pillsbury one teeny, tiny little bit) and Holly Holiday was just some distraction.

And now well now he just trying to build up the courage to enter her office and either get his heart shattered or finally have hope.

Luckily, (or unluckily depending on how you see it) he didn't have to fight with his inner voice for much longer because Emma looked up from her desk and spotted him there. Her brow furrowed in that cute little way he loved so much and her eyes questioned his presence. He stared back at her like a deer caught in headlights for a good moment or two and then cleared his throat before pushing the door to her office open slowly.

As he entered, Emma's eyes widened and she quickly brought her gloved hands to rest on her lap and her cheeks colored pink as if she were embarrassed to be caught cleaning.

"Will," Her voice was soft and meek and it both broke and melted his heart at the same time. "Hi."

He smiled weakly back at her and approached her desk, perching himself on the arm of one of her chairs. "Hey Emma."

"Um..." She fidgeted in her seat, crinkling her skirt in her fingers as she bit her lip softly, looking up at him through lidded eyes. "Did you um...need me for something Will?"

"No I-" He hesitated and Emma tilted her head upwards to get a better look at him and he was momentarily mesmerized by her brown, doe eyes. "I-I-I- ah- just wanted...to talk."

"Oh." She answered simply and licked her lips lightly and immediately his eyes were drawn to her pink lips and suddenly he ached to kiss them again.

Stop it Schuester. He scolded himself. You can't, shouldn't, be thinking about her like that.

"About what?" She questioned innocently, moving to remove the gloves off her hands and throw them neatly into the trash bin.

Will clenched his jaw and let out a slow breath, now suddenly staring at a spot on the floor as he kicked his legs back and forth nervously.

"Will?" She pressed when he didn't answer.

"Us." He finally answered, his voice low and hesitant. A slight gasp escaped her lips and he bravely looked up to catch her surprised gaze.

"Will, I...-"

"Emma," He cut her off gently and slid down into the seat and scooted the chair closer to her desk and her wide eyes became wider. "I know things between us have been crazy, really crazy and weird and there are just some things I know that go unsaid."

"Like what?" She whispered.

"Like, ah-" He rubbed his thumb against the inside of his palm, feeling nervous again. "Like...how we...feel about each other."

Will slowly looked up at her when she said not a word. Emma was usually an open book, he could read her emotions with one look from her but now her face was blank and he really had to study her to get any emotion out of her.

He cleared his throat and glanced back down at her desk. "I'm not asking for anything, Emma. I couldn't do that to you, I couldn't do that to us, not again. We're both getting out of relationships and I wanna do this right this time...and that's assuming of course that you want to too...I don't even know if you do want to, if you would even consider, if I'm even a blip on your relationship radar I..." He trailed off and sighed heavily, collapsing back into the chair and rubbed the back of his neck. "Holly broke up with me." He explained. "She's moving to cleveland, got some kind of a french sub job or something but she told me that I was still in love with somebody else. I figured if I'm that obvious to somebody else I have to still be in love with somebody else and I think we both know who that somebody is and ah-" His hand fell limply down onto the arm rest and he shifted in his seat, still avoiding her gaze. "She told me that whoever I was still in love with was still into me too and I just..." He finally looked up at her and now could read her emotions more clearly. "I just want to know if she was right." He finished quietly.

"Will..." She began quietly, her voice shaking. "Are you asking me if I still have feelings for you?"

Her words stung him for some reason and he flinched, dropping his head like a small child getting scolded for doing something naughty. "Yeah..." He rubbed the bottom of his shoe on the floor in a circle pattern.

Emma was quiet for a while and Will could only sit with his eyes closed and his heart pounding rapidly in his chest as he awaited her response. He swallowed over the lump in his throat and after several very long minutes and still no response from Emma, Will took her silence as an answer and rose from his seat. "You know what," He rose his hands, smiling weakly, "Just forget I said anything."

He shuffled toward the door quickly and because of the pounding of his heart and his thoughts racing wildly in his head he almost missed the squeak from Emma's direction.

"Yes."

He paused near the door, his hand outstretched to take the handle, stood staring out the glass for several moments and then turned around to face her. "What?"

Emma's smile was weak but sincere as she looked over at him. "I said yes, Will." She repeated, her voice still meek and quiet but that was so like Emma wasn't it?

He whirled around so quickly he nearly gave himself whiplash and nearly crashed into the door. "You're-you're serious?"

"I wouldn't lie to you Will." She replied. "And I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't still have feelings for you."

His heart leapt as the words left her mouth. He wasn't sure if he was dreaming or this was some sort of practical joke but either way it seemed too good to be true.

"It's just-" Emma bowed her head and Will frowned at the sadness in her tone. "They scare me." She admitted.

"Your feelings?" He asked, walking back over to take his chair again.

She nodded softly. "They've always scared me. First when you were married, then you were not, then when you..." She trailed off and he bowed his head in shame knowing what she was referring to. "...and then when I was trying to get over you and even when I was married." Her voice squeaked as tears filled her eyes and she brought her hand to her mouth to suppress a sob.

"Oh Em..." He rose from his seat and walked over to her side of the desk and hesitantly wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug. "I'm sorry."

"I just...I don't know what to do with them, Will." She sobbed turning into his side and crying into his vest. "They're so overwhelming and I just...I don't...I'm so scared, Will."

His throat tightened as he stared out the window, his heart breaking at the sound of her tears and the reason for them. "You're scared of me." It wasn't so much a question as it was a statement and he hated that.

"No." She whimpered quietly. "I'm scared of what you do to me, what you've always done to me, what you can do to me."

"Emma." He whispered in shock, pulling away to look down at her in slight horror.

"You have my heart, Will." She admitted shyly. "But my heart is fragile and sometimes I just feel..."

She didn't have to say anymore for him to understand what she was going to say. He had the power to break her heart and so far he had done a pretty damn good job of it. He shifted himself so he was leaning up against her desk and he cupped her cheek in his hands and brought his forehead down to rest on hers. Emma's mouth parted and a small breath escaped her lips but her eyes closed and she made no other formal protest so he stayed.

"I'm so sorry I hurt you Emma. There is no excuse for what I did to you and all I can say is that I'm sorry. I know that word really doesn't mean much anymore and I know you can't trust me right now but I promise one day I will prove to you that your heart is safe and protected with me."

A shuddering breath escaped her lips and her quivering hand found its way to his and sparks ignited as their hands touched and then she nodded in silent acknowledgement.

He remained close to her for several more minutes, not willing to part from her just yet. It would possibly be the closest he'd be to her for the next couple months and he wanted to milk it for all its worth.

Finally he lifted his head off of hers, bravely pressed a light kiss to her forehead and stood up.

Emma managed a small smile as she watched him walk around the desk and back towards the door.

"Will?" She called out to him once the door was cracked partially open and he looked over his shoulder.

"I'll be waiting." She said with a smile.

He smiled in return, his warm gaze penetrating her.

"So will I."