Home. As much as he loved New York, he was glad to be back in Ohio. The quiet and quaintness of the familiar streets gave him a sense of relief after the hustle and bustle of the exciting New York City. As he drove through the repetitive streets, he knew he'd made the right decision.

The plane journey back from New York had been long due to delays (and having to deal with emotional outbursts from Rachel and Santana). Will couldn't wait to hit the pillow, but there was something else he needed to do first.


As he got out of his car, he could see a faint light through the closed curtain. Butterflies doing an assault course in his stomach as he walked down the pathway to her door. Then with a deep exhale he knocked.

It took a moment, as the door opened slowly, bordering cautiously for the late hour.

And there she stood, in her light blue elegant nightgown, soft red curls over her shoulders, fresh faced with eyes wide in brief confusion. Will's heart stopped.

"Hey." He started, a little choked up to see her lovely face again.

"Hey." She whispered, a small smile playing at her lips. Will was certain she was nothing short of angelic as she glowed in the moonlight.

It wasn't often the Spanish teacher found himself speechless, but he was astounded by her natural beauty and the fact that he was stood in front of her about to pour his heart out to her.

Emma giggled nervously at the tension between them, but she was quickly interrupted as Will wrapped his arms around her waist, held her as close as possible and caught her lips, kissing her hard.

The relief of all the pent up emotion and attraction of the last year and a half finally reaching its catharsis. After a moment she reluctantly broke away and cried into his shoulder, holding him tight.

"Em?"

"What about Broadway? What about your dreams? What about Apr-"

Will gently kissed her again. Softer, less desperate, besotted.

Eventually he pulled away, and gently stroked her cheek. "It's always been you, Em."