A/N: Hey, everyone! So, this is my first story for Glee and I'm kinda nervous in that anxious/excited way. It's set after Sectionals, so there will be spoilers from the first half of the first season. Will/Emma is going to be the main focus of this story, but the Glee kids do play a big part in later chapters. Also, Sue. How can you have a fic without Sue? Haha, anyway, I hope everyone likes this and reviews are absolutely amazing. The entire story is pretty much written already so there won't be any huge delays between updates, either.
This chapter is pretty fluffy but it sets up the entire storyline. So, enough of my babbling...onto the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee!
"Please don't touch that!"
The student looked at her, his glazed over eyes barely even registering her through his greasy bangs. Emma had to repress a shudder.
It wasn't that she didn't like her job. She loved it, actually. It was just that some of these kids…some of them she would rather not be in the same room with. Ever.
"Huh?" The boy, Jason, mumbled. He was absentmindedly touching everything on her desk, moving it around. Her pens and pencils had all been tainted.
She bit the inside of her cheek and held her breath as he sneezed without covering his mouth. If there was a horrible part about her job, then this was it. The germs. Teenagers were full of them. It was one of the reasons that had her carrying a bottle of disinfectant with her everywhere.
Jason's hand moved towards the picture frame sitting on her desk. It was the only one, just recently acquired.
"I think that's enough for today, Jason." She jumped up, her eyes wide, desperate to shoo the kid away.
"Huh?" He blinked at her, and then shrugged. He stood up slowly and made his way out of her office, shutting the door behind him.
Emma immediately dove for her Lysol. She used disinfectant wipes to clean off the desk and chair while her other hand sprayed continuous amounts of disinfectant spray into the air. She hated germs…she really, really hated germs.
Ten minutes later she was confident that every germ that dared to touch her possessions was killed. She sank back into her chair, sighing, and feeling slightly light-headed from inhaling so much Lysol. Her eyes roamed over her desk, triple checking to make sure she hadn't missed a single item. That was when she caught sight of the picture frame and, more importantly, the picture it safely held.
She reached forward and picked it up, a small smile gracing her face. She remembered the day this was taken. It had been after school, about two weeks into their relationship or, well, whatever it was that they were. They were in the choir room, and he was getting her opinion on a few different song choices. He had convinced her to dance with him, but being the clumsy person that she was, she tripped over her own feet and brought them both down. It was different than the last time this had happened. For one, she wasn't wearing a wedding dress.
They were laying there, on the floor, Will's arms wrapped around her middle, both laughing and smiling like idiots when they saw the flash.
Kurt merely smiled at them when they looked up. "You'll thank me some day." He winked and disappeared out of the room before either of them could untangle from the other and go after him.
The next day Emma found the framed picture on her desk with a note which read:
The picture had never been brought up again. It had also never moved from its home on the corner of her desk.
She had been kinda with Will for a little over a month now. One month, fifteen days, eight hours. But who was counting? She wasn't exactly sure where they stood. It was like they were dating, they spent time together, they held hands, they went on dates, and they even kissed. But he was still legally married. Terri had refused to sign the divorce papers and there was nothing Will could do about it yet. Regardless, this last month had been the best that Emma had ever experienced.
She had never guessed that one man could convince her to try so many things she never had before. He took her ice skating, even though she had avidly refused to go her entire life. It was cold, there were strangers, and she did not want to rent used ice skates. Just the thought of all of those germs had her shivering in disgust.
But, being Will Schuester, he had an answer for all of her problems. He bought her her own ice skates, and let her clean them properly. Then he drove to the middle of no where, and convinced her to skate with him on a frozen pond. Despite her arguments of it being unsafe, he convinced her, and it was probably the most romantic experience of her life.
Will Schuester was good for her.
There was a knock on the door, and then it opened, revealing the man she'd just been thinking about. He opened his mouth to speak, but then coughed from the lingering Lysol smell. Emma smiled sheepishly.
Will waved his hand in front of his face, trying to chase away the smell and cringing slightly as the disinfectant burned his nose.
Emma blushed. She really hated it when he saw her freaking out about germs. It was embarrassing, and she had been dumped many times before because of it. She didn't want this to be a repeat of those experiences.
"Ready to go to lunch?" He asked finally. His eyes were tearing slightly from the Lysol, but he didn't complain. Not even once.
She nodded and immediately left the office, shutting and locking the door behind her.
Will held out his hand and Emma took it immediately. He was the one person who she wasn't afraid of letting touch her. Even before they had began any type of relationship. She would barely even allow Ken to touch her.
A wave of sadness went through her when she thought of the football coach. She'd been horrible to him. She'd just…used him, because she knew she wouldn't be able to get any better than him. She never had any feelings for him but he…he loved her. A lot. Yes, it hurt her when he didn't show up to their wedding, but in a way she knew that she probably deserved it. She'd lied and basically cheated on Ken, causing him immeasurable heartache. But she couldn't help but be glad that he didn't show up. Otherwise, she would be a married woman right now and wouldn't have a kind of relationship with Will.
She still felt horrible, though, especially when she happened to catch sight of Ken out of the corner of her eye. He stared at her sadly, like a kicked puppy. But his gaze also held tons of anger…anger at being used. He was fully entitled to be angry, despite how much she hated that he was. There was nothing she could do about it now, though. She knew that. What had happened was done and over and there was nothing she could do to change it.
"What?" She blinked. She noticed that they had entered the lunch room, but she didn't remember getting there. She had been fully immersed with her thoughts.
"I asked you where you wanted to sit." Will gave her a strange look. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, fine." She smiled at him, then motioned to a nearby table. "That one seems relatively clean."
Will nodded, and they made their way over. Emma cleaned her chair and her space on the table before sitting down and pulling out her Tupperware containers. She slid her hands into her clear plastic gloves and then set about opening her lunch.
Will watched her move through her daily routine. He knew everything that she did before she ate, but he still couldn't help but watch her. When they first met, he thought she was extremely strange. He still did, but in a good way. Her strangeness made her adorable.
He really didn't know what he would have done if Emma had actually quit. School wouldn't be the same, that was for sure. Seeing her empty office everyday would probably kill him. Even the smell of cleaning supplies would make him upset if she wasn't around. But, lucky for him, she was.
Will knew that Emma was still worried about this whole kind of relationship thing. He was, too. It was amazing, being able to kiss her when he felt like it. She'd even broached the subject of his living arrangements a few times, but he told her he didn't want to move into her apartment just yet. He didn't want to make her feel obligated. The truth was, he didn't want her to think he was just using her for a place to stay. He knew that she was still scared of being the rebound girl. After all, things with Terri had barely ended when he kissed her that day, and still hadn't ended completely, and Em had just been left at the alter.
But he was determined to show Emma that she was special. She wasn't just some fun fling. He loved her and all of her quirky germaphobic ways.
She caught him staring, and shifted somewhat uncomfortably. "What?" She asked.
"Just thinking about how glad I am that you're here."
Emma's face lit up, and she looked down at the sandwich in her hands, trying not to blush. "Me, too." She said finally.
"Emma—," He started, only to be cut off.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here." The voice said, and Will felt chills go down his back. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was I interrupting a moment between the dream team?"
Will moved his gaze away from Emma's equally shocked face slowly. This wasn't happening. She couldn't be here. She couldn't.
But there she was. Clad in a pink sweat suit with a slight tan, Sue Sylvester stood in front of Will and Emma's table with a huge, evil, smile on her face.
She grinned. "I'm back, baby."