A/N: Hey all! Sorry for the wait but I finally got my lap top back after having to leave it twice in the store. It's all fixed though so it should be good to go. Anyways, hope you all like the new chapter and remember to please read and review. Keep calm and read on!
As Will drove to McKinley, his mind was stuck back at Rachel's house. The truth was out and he didn't know how he felt. Should he be relieved that they wouldn't have to lie anymore during this pregnancy? Should he be scared that they knew and could tell someone that could jeopardize his career? What if they even decided to tell Emma before he got to by bumping into her at the supermarket or somewhere in town and mentioned it in conversation?
These thoughts were overpowering his mind and making him even more frustrated than he already was. In reality, he knew the truth was good, but it still stung and left his heart to tear in pieces. They were disappointed in them both and Will knew that it would be a long time before her parents were used to the idea that he would be the father of their first grandchild.
In reality, Will was still not even used to the idea that he was Rachel's baby daddy. He, however, had grown to accept it, but that was because he had to. It was his responsibility to be a man and to cower away was not an option, even though at times it sounded like the best one there was.
Will was still deep in thought by the time he pulled into the McKinley parking lot. He just couldn't shake the constant thoughts of Rachel out of his head. It made his mind swim in confusion and he wished there was an off switch to his brain.
He sighed in frustration and got out of his car. He made his way towards the entrance of the school and took his time walking the hallways. He was carefully thinking over whether or not he was going to tell the truth to the glee kids.
In his mind, he had two options. Option one, was to tell the group flat out that Rachel was pregnant and take the heat full on. Option two, was to just tell Finn after rehearsal to avoid further humiliation to him in front of the others. But then again, Finn was Rachel's ex-boyfriend and therefor maybe Rachel wanted to tell him the truth like Will had wanted to do with Emma.
So in turn, Will actually had three options to decide over, but either way, he knew Finn would result in being hurt. He just had to choose whether it would be him to hurt him or Rachel.
He contemplated for several minutes, but finally decided that in order to respect Rachel he would let her tell him the truth just like she had respected him with Emma. He sighed out a bit relieved at his reasoning and entered the choir room, thankfully greeted with smiling faces.
"Hi guys," Will said as he walked into the choir room, resting his back up against the piano. Mumbled greetings of hi's and hello's were returned to him.
"So this meeting is going to be pretty short. I just want to discuss sectionals and housekeeping items while I'm back at the panel for a few months," Will said as he scanned the room of his kids, all eagerly listening to his words. His eyes landed on Finn's and he couldn't help but feel his stomach drop. He looked so innocent and young that Will knew this news was surely going to crush him.
"Um, so sectionals," Will said as he pulled his eyes off Finn, hoping he wasn't being too obvious for staring.
"I just want to say that I'm really proud of you guys. What you did up there was amazing and I'm glad I got to see it. I think we all owe a huge thank you to the young man that brought us there. Thanks Finn. You did a great job in my spot," Will said as he clapped for the boy, at least making him happy for a little while before his life came to a sudden stop.
Everyone happily joined in with cheers and clapping, congratulating Finn for getting them so far.
"Alright, so next order of business, I'm still gone for another couple of months. I wish I could be here with you guys, but, I'm required to stay with the panel till the full term is over. While I'm gone, I want Finn to still run rehearsals with you guys. I want you to practice so we can get a leg up on the competition for next season. Is that clear?" Will asked, voice filled with motivation and surprised enthusiasm. Surprisingly, most everyone agreed and seemed happy to still rehearse even if they couldn't compete.
"Great, well, then I guess if no one has any questions, you're free to go," Will said as he watched them all stand up and grab their things, walking happily out the door.
"Keep on saving the arts, Mr. Schue," Blaine commented as he rolled Artie out with Tina.
"Don't worry guys, the arts are in good hands," Will said with a smile.
"Mr. Schue, can I talk to you for a moment?" Finn said as he watched the last of the kids leave the room.
"Yeah sure, Finn. What's up?" Will asked, suddenly stomach full of nerves. It amazed him how quick his moods could change. From enthusiastic to nerves in a split second, but he knew he couldn't crack, that he wouldn't crack.
"I'm supposed to meet Rachel today, like in twenty minutes and I'm kind of nervous. She sounded serious on the phone," Finn said while Will tried to keep his cool. He straightened his tie out of nervousness while also cracking his neck in the process.
"Well did she say if anything was wrong?" Will asked, knowing though that Rachel had called to talk to him about the baby. She must have called him after he left her house to go to McKinley. He sighed in relief that he wouldn't have to be the one to break the news, but standing here with Finn trying to offer him advice, was just as hard and betraying.
"She said she had something important to tell me but didn't say what. It was just important that I meet her. What do you think it could be, Mr. Schue?" Finn asked as he looked at Will with puzzlement and confusion. Will gave a weak grin in return.
"I, I don't know. It could be anything. Maybe something with school or auditioning," Will said thinking on his feet, using examples that weren't totally unexpected of something Rachel would normally be calling about.
"Yeah, you're probably right. I just hope she doesn't want to talk to me about that Brody guy. I can't stand the fact that she is seeing him over me and I let it happen under my nose," Finn said angrily as he folded his arms across his chest.
"She probably won't. Give her some credit, Finn," Will said, but held back a laugh at his own assumptions. Rachel may not talk about Brody, but she was certainly going to be talking about him.
"I just hope we can be friends again, you know? It was hard not talking to her for so long after always being around her," Finn said while Will just nodded in agreement, knowing he would regret saying something if he talked.
"Just go in with an open mind. That's all I can say," Will said as he patted him on the shoulder, hoping that was well enough advice for their awkward conversation.
"Thanks Mr. Schue, for everything. Running glee club was just what I needed to get my feet back on the ground. I wouldn't have been able to do that without your confidence in me," Finn said as he turned around to hug him. Will was surprised but returned the gesture.
"Well, I should probably get going. I don't want her to be mad at me for being late," Finn said as he said his good byes.
"Yeah, bye, Finn. Hope everything works out for you," Will said, but knew that was going to be a long shot. He sighed in frustration again, as he watched Finn leave the room. He just lied to his possibly only friend and he knew that his next meeting with Finn was going to be absolutely terrifying.
Will shook away his fear though and collected his things to go home, quickly scanning his office for anything he had forgotten. He stared deeply at his desk and was for a moment, taken back to that night. He could feel the way Rachel's breasts pressed up against him as she kissed him thoroughly. He remembered laying her on his desk so he could hover above her, kissing her neck in the process while she worked on his shirt.
He vigorously shook his head to rid of the memory and focused back on going home. As he realized though, it was possibly going to be the last time he could call it home. He wasn't sure how Emma would react to the news but, he knew she wouldn't take it well. What women would when they would find out their fiancé cheated on them and is having baby with another woman?
He took the long way home, rehearsing in his head the possibilities of how to approach the situation with Emma. Should he sit her down on the couch? Should he blurt it out the minute he came home? What if Emma was working on wedding preparations? He couldn't just tell her the truth then, it would break her.
He finally couldn't take it anymore though and decided to just go with his instincts. They had always been reliable before so he hoped they would work in his favor this time.
He pulled into his spot at their apartment complex and took one last final breath before heading up to take the great plunge.
"Emma," Will called out when he entered their apartment with a shaky hand.
"In the kitchen," she replied, in which Will made his ways towards her. When he walked in, he was amazed to find so many pots boiling at the same time along with Emma stirring vigorously with a spoon.
"What's all this?" he asked perplexed at her cooking.
"Well we didn't really get to spend Thanksgiving together, so I decided to cook it today," Emma said with a smile while Will just continue to stare in shock that she would go through all this trouble for him.
"Wow, um, you didn't have to," he started to say but was silenced by a loving, passionate, kiss. Will took in the moment as that was probably going to be the last time he felt her lips against his.
"I wanted too. I wanted this weekend to be special for my amazing fiancé and really talk about the wedding, so I figured why not cook first?" Emma said as Will was dying on the inside. The words of wedding and special hit him hard and he knew he needed to tell her before she continued on saying wonderful things about their wedding and him.
"Look, Emma, I need to talk to you before this gets any worse," Will said as he grabbed her hands in his, looking deeply into her Bambi eyes.
"Talk about what?" Emma said with a smile still on her face, oblivious to the fact that something was wrong.
"Rachel's pregnant," Will said as silence crept into the room. Emma stared at him in surprise and Will desperately wondered what was going through her head as she was hard to read.
"That poor girl," Emma finally said as Will realized that she was not quite grasping the seriousness of his confession. "Is that what you guys talked about at coffee?" she asked, innocence written all over her face.
"No, Emma. There was no coffee," Will said as he started to explain, rubbing his neck as he did so.
"Then, I don't understand," she said, now confused on where her fiancé had been the past two hours if he was not at the Lima Bean like he said he was.
"I was with Rachel at her parents' house to explain," Will said but couldn't continue. His throat was drying up and his heart beat was increasing dramatically.
"Explain what?" Emma asked as she began to worry herself. She didn't like how Will was looking at her with a guilt ridden face and holding her hands in a shaky grasp.
"That I'm the father of her baby," Will said as he stared at her long and hard, waiting for any sound to come out, but nothing ever did. The kitchen was deafening with silence and all that could be heard were the sounds of boiling pots and pans.
"No, that's not possible," Emma said, finally snapping out of her daze. She looked up at Will with a pleading look of reassurance that what he had just told her was a lie. It had to be a lie. There was no way Will Schuester was going to be the father of Broadway bound Rachel Berry's child.
"It is," Will said so quietly that he wasn't sure if he had even said anything, but Emma's loud response had told him he had.
"No, because that would mean that you slept with her. That would mean that you cheated on me and that would mean that I wasn't good enough for you," Emma said raising her voice after ever sentence, the anger slowly building in her as well as the tears.
"Emma, it wasn't like that. I have no feelings for Rachel what so ever," Will tried to explain, but Emma shook her head at him in disbelief, not believing any of the words coming out of his mouth.
"No feelings? You slept with her, Will! Obviously you felt something for her or you wouldn't have done it!" Emma shouted at him, trying to hold the tears back but it was no use. They came pouring down her cheeks and she had to look away to hide her look of humiliation from Will.
"I don't, I swear. It just happened one night after Grease. I was upset about you not wanting to come with me to Washington and Rachel about Finn that we just found comfort in each other," Will explained, but saw that it didn't mean anything to Emma. She was crushed and no amount of explaining would change that.
"Don't try and blame this on me, Will," Emma said through tear stained cheeks and choked out sobs, still avoiding his gaze.
"I'm not. I know it was my fault and that it shouldn't have happened. I can't change the past though, Emma, I'm sorry," Will said as he reached forward for Emma's shoulders to try and comfort her, but she shoved him away, not wanting his pity.
"No, Will. It's over," she simply said as she folded her arms across her chest, not willing to look him in the eye. Will Schuester was a cheater and she couldn't bear to look at him with love like she used to.
"Em, please don't be like that," Will said, but knew nothing would change her mind. He messed up in a way that was unchangeable. He would never be forgiven and their wedding was now a distant memory.
"Don't, just stop, okay? I'm giving you twenty minutes to grab your bags and then you leave," Emma said but Will shook his head no. He wanted them to be able to talk things out and this was his apartment anyways. He wasn't going to leave till Emma understood.
"I'm not doing that. We need to talk about this, Emma, please. This is my apartment anyways," Will said but was cut off by Emma, shaking a pointed finger at him.
"Fine, then I'll leave till you are back in DC," Emma said quickly searching the house for her purse, while Will chased after her, trying to grab her to calm her down.
"Please, Emma. I just want to talk, to make things right. Don't throw away what we have," Will said but knew that she wasn't listening.
"I've heard enough and you threw away what we had, Will, not me. If you really cared about me, you wouldn't have done it," Emma said as she finally found her purse by the door. She quickly grabbed it, put one shoe on and bolted out the door holding the other one in hand, ignoring Will's pleading call after her.
"Emma," Will shouted, tears in his own eyes pouring down his face.
"Emma, wait," Will said again as he began to chase after her, but it was too late as she was already down the stairs and out of sight. There was no way he would be able to catch up to her now.
"I'm sorry," Will said as he let soft sobs shake his body. Finally, his legs gave out and he slid down to the cold ground outside his apartment, guilt written all over his face.