A/N: Hello everyone! Did you all enjoy that promo? I know I did. It definitely inspired me but this was delayed because of my college schedule. I also included something I think I noticed and that is the Superman symbol on the blue lunch box Emma was holding.

Enjoy!

Emma was stirred from her peaceful sleep by the sound of the alarm buzzing from the bedside table. She let out a sleepy moan and kept her eyes shut for just a few minutes longer.

It was the first day of the school year and naturally as faculty she was required to be there at least an hour earlier and because she was - well - herself she wanted to be there even earlier. And normally she didn't mind it, it had become her daily routine to get up before sunrise but the last few months she had enjoyed the time she spent in bed even more.

That reason was currently still sleeping beside her, she noticed once she finally cracked her eyes open.

The alarm which she had moved from her apartment, was on her side of the bed and had apparently not woken the spanish teacher.

His undershirt-clad torso stuck up out of the bed sheets, his mouth hung open slight and one of his arms was thrown casually over his head while the other rested lightly on his chest.

Emma giggled.

Will was a restful sleeper but he always wound up in some ridiculously adorable position.

Not having the heart to wake him, she carefully slid out of the bed and tip toed out towards the bathroom.

She turned on the shower and let the water run for a minute while she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

She stared at her hair, mussed up from sleep, her eyes still marked with sleepiness and her un make-uped pale face...and she smiled.

For once in a long time she was truly happy with everything in her life. She and Will had been dating for just over three months, and although they hadn't 'officially' moved in together, Emma ended up spending most of her nights at Will's. They hadn't, as she so eloquently put it, "done the nasty" yet but that was alright and she knew that because she was getting help and she was improving slowly.

She finally shed her clothing and slipped into the shower, which, as a direction from her therapist had gone from 45 to 30 minutes over the last couple of months and upon glancing at the clock once she got out, she noticed that this shower only took 25 minutes which greatly improved her mood even more.

She dried her hair and got dressed, styled her hair and applied a light coat of make up to her face. Pleased with her appearance for the first day of school which was almost as busy as application time for the seniors, she nodded to herself and went to check on Will.

She smiled to herself when she walked in the bedroom to find Will still asleep but now he was strewn across her side of the bed. She shook her head in bemusement and walked over, sitting down on the edge of the bed and placing her hand lightly on his shoulder. "Will..." She cooed.

He mumbled something unintelligible and buried his face into the mattress, one of his fists grabbing onto the sheets. She laughed quietly and started to rub his shoulders gently, her nails ever so lightly scratch against his skin causing his back to arch. "Mmm...Emma..." His voice was rough with sleep and her stomach lurched and definitely not in the bad way.

"Wake up, sleepy head."

"Wha' time is it?" He mumbled sleepily, lifting his head off the mattress, his eyes barely open.

She suppressed a giggle at the sight. "It's 6:15. We have to be there at seven."

"Mmph." He plopped his head back down onto the mattress.

"Honestly, Will," She laughed, "How old are you?"

He just grumbled again, flipping away from her and she rolled her eyes. She grabbed her pillow and threw it at him.

"Hey!" He protested sleepily, lifting his head.

"You've got to get ready." She told him, amusement dancing in her voice. "I'll make breakfast and be waiting for you in the kitchen."

He huffed and reluctantly started to push himself into a sitting position. She smiled in triumph and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Will to his morning routine.

Once in the kitchen she gathered all the supplies needed to make Will's favorite breakfast: a cheese omelette and buttered toast. Though she didn't, and wouldn't, eat it herself she didn't particularly mind making it for Will.

She smiled when she heard the shower go on, signaling Will had actually gotten up, and then go off again five minutes later. There were so very many things that Emma loved about Will, being quick in the bathroom was just one of them.

It was just ten minutes after that, when Emma had just finished setting up the table and laying his breakfast out at his normal spot, that Will had walked in.

She turned to face him, hearing his footsteps, and her heart fluttered at the sight of him. He had gotten his hair cut just a few days ago and of course she had seen him with it but there was something about fresh showered, clean shaven, neatly dressed Will that was such a turn on.

He smiled at her, now fully awake, and her cheeks flushed. "Good morning." She greeted happily.

"Good morning." He greeted back and then tilted his head up to sniff the air. "Something smells good."

She took a step to the side, revealing the breakfast she had made for him and his smile brightened.

"Emma!" He laughed, crossing over to the table. "You didn't have to do this."

"It's the first day of school." She shrugged, smiling brightly. "I figured it was special."

"Thank you." He took her hand in his and squeezed it lightly before taking a seat. She took the seat across from him. She watched him eat and enjoy his breakfast while she daintily nibbled on an extra piece of toast she had spread with jam and sipped at her early morning tea.

After he was done, he dutifully brought his dishes to the sink and washed them thoroughly. Before he had started dating Emma he would just do a quick rinse of his breakfast dishes and leave them for the scrubbing until after dinner when he'd do his entire wash. But the first day Emma had spent the night and after they had breakfast in the morning she watched him leave his dirty dish in the sink and stared at him warily, not saying a word but her discomfort was clearly obvious. After that day he decided that he would wash the dishes after using them because honestly, it wasn't that much work and he loved to see that happy smile on Emma's face.

Emma stood beside him as he watched the dishes and dried them and placed them back in their place. They smiled at each other whenever he'd pass the clean dish to her to dry, enjoying the feeling of being in each other's presence and the homey feel it had.

"Are you ready for this year?" Emma asked.

"I think so." Will nodded, turning his head to glance at her with a smile. "I feel like this could be a very good year for me. My personal life is...wonderful," She beamed over at him and he nudged her hip with his lightly, "And though I usually try to keep my personal life out of my school life my mood often affects my teaching."

"There's nothing wrong with that Will." Emma said shaking her head. "It proves you have emotion and your emotion is what makes you such a wonderful teacher."

"Yeah? You think?"

"I do." She nodded with a smile. "Your kids love you, Will. Everybody loves you."

"Well not everybody." He stressed the word, his meaning obvious.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I think the only person Sue loves is herself and especially now after her sister died..."

He nodded solemnly, he had never met Sue's sister but he knew that Sue adored her with every fiber of her being and it was a tragedy when she died.

"Although," He began to change the subject, wiping his hands on the dish towel after he was done with the dishes, "I am a little nervous about glee club."

Emma glanced at him, appalled. "What on Earth do you have to be worried about?"

He shrugged and sighed, turning to lean his back against the sink. "We made it Nationals last year, Emma and I know it was partly my fault that they lost."

"Will-"

"Don't try to deny it, Em. I was completely unprepared and I was too busy focusing on my own life to help them with theirs. I should have realized that the only thing I want out of my life now is to help them feel the same way I did winning that National championship. For most of those kids its their senior year, this is the last year they have to win something like that because apart from Rachel or Kurt, most of them will not be majoring in music in college. They need to be on their game now more than ever and I know we've made it to Nationals before but I just want to make sure we can do it again."

Emma smiled softly and reached over to take his hand, leading him over to the other side of the kitchen and he followed her, confused.

She glanced at him quickly once they stopped near the counter nearest the door and she kneeled down and grabbed a blue box out of the bottom drawer, causing him to raise his brow.

She bit her lip past a grin. "I...bought this for you as a joke. Just a little light humor before we start this stressful school year but now...I think maybe it has some meaning."

She moved her hands to reveal a large blue, kids lunch box with a picture of Superman flying in the clouds on the front.

He laughed out loud, "Emma...what...?"

"You may not wear blue and red spandex, or have the ability to fly, but for all intents and purposes you are Superman." Emma smiled up at him. "Even Superman doesn't have the ability to be everywhere at once and do everything at once but he does the best he can and people love him. And yes, part of that is because he saves the day but do you think people would love him as much if he wasn't such a wonderful person inside? Clark Kent might as well be Will Schuester. And to me, and probably to every one of those glee kids, you are."

He gaped at her slightly, his eyes twinkling in delight and love, his lips twitched in a smile. "Emma, I-"

"You're welcome." She answered and offered him the box.

"Wait-" He held up one finger, now smiling broadly and ran over to the cabinet across the way and pulled out a similar box, only florally printed and less childish.

"I got you one too. I saw it in the store and thought it was just so you."

Emma took in the sight of the lunch box and her heart soared. She had always been content with her plain old box since it was part of her routine but this was yet another thing she could improve, eating out of another lunch box, and knowing Will had given it to her, thinking of her, made it so much better.

"Oh Will, it's perfect, thank you..."

She smiled up at him and he smiled back and on a natural impulse they both leaned in at the same time and pecked each other's lips in a sweet, quick kiss.

Emma's cheeks flushed as she pulled away. She wasn't quite sure if she'd ever get used to the feel of Will's kisses.

They exchanged lunch boxes and opened them to see the contents. In unison they both laughed and said, "Peanut butter and jelly."

They snapped their heads up to lock on each other's eyes, both their eyes widened and then they laughed again.

"Great minds think alike, I guess." Will said.

"I guess so." Emma giggled.

In Emma's lunch box laid a peanut butter sandwich with the crusts off (Emma explained later that it wasn't about her OCD, it was about her personal preference, that the sandwich tasted better with the crusts off...he couldn't help but agree) and a bag full of grapes, and a packet of wet napkins. In Will's was also a peanut butter jelly sandwich with the crusts off, two chocolate chip cookies and an apple. Both of their lunches were their favorite to eat during the school year and both were pleased that their significant other knew them so well.

They closed their lunch boxes and smiled gratefully at each other.

"So," Emma moved her head to the side, flipping her long bangs out of her face, "I think we should probably be going. It's a quarter to."

Will nodded in agreement, tucked his Superman lunchbox under his arm and reached out to take Emma's hand in his. Emma slid her hand into his, smiling up at him and together they walked out towards the car, ready to face yet another year at McKinley.