A/N: So I got this as a suggestion to put as a chapter in my story 'What If' but I decided to have this all on its own. So I hope you enjoy it!


A loud bell pierced the air and within seconds the quiet campus of McKinley High School was filled with the running footsteps and loud chatter of a few hundred Ohio students.

The different cliques hung out in their usual places, some students piled onto the buses, too eager to get home after their long day at school. Some of the seniors, who actually could afford cars, headed over to the small student parking lot and relaxed there, showing off to the lower classmen.

Teachers, also fed up with having to deal with moody teenagers for six hours, rushed out of the doors and towards their cars, weaving their way through crowds of students.

Standing near the main entrance, looking over the crowds of students and faculty, stood a frowning Rachel Berry.

When the last bell rang she was one of the first ones to head towards the entrance to get home. There was no glee rehearsal that day and Rachel was eager to get home to practice her singing on her own.

However, instead of getting onto the bus like she planned, she wound up standing near the entrance for two minutes, not moving.

Just as she was about to head towards her bus, a familiar face pushed past her, not really touching her but his pace was so fast, her hair ruffled in the breeze.

She expected it to be an eager student, perhaps one of the football players who didn't particularly like her. The last person she expected it to be was Mr. Schuester.

Once he passed her, her brow furrowed and she studied his face as he continued to walk away from her. His face was stern, his jaw clenched tightly, he had sunglasses on so she couldn't see his eyes and his body was tense. He also didn't say a word to her as he passed, he didn't even give her a smile. Usually, Mr. Schuester would always smile at her when they crossed paths in the hallway. More often than not, she'd change her path to walk with him and talk to him about glee.

In fact, she had noticed, since school started about three weeks ago, that Mr. Schuester was not himself. He rarely had a smile on his face and he worked his way through glee and spanish class with little to no enthusiasm. He was always known as the over-enthusiastic teacher but he walked around school like a zombie.

Rachel wasn't stupid, she knew exactly what had put her teacher into a depression. She had seen it first hand at the end of the prior year just after they had lost Regionals. From down the hallway she had heard Miss Pillsbury's frantic voice and as she stepped closer to listen, she smiled when she heard her guidance counselor defending glee club. They, as well as Mr. Schuester, may have given up that glee club would ever exist again but she was glad to know that someone had not given up on them. What happened next shocked her more than it should have.

There was talk about 'us' and Mr. Schuester grabbed Miss Pillsbury's arm, confessed his love, told her that 'they' were not over and then kissed her. Rachel knew she shouldn't have interrupted, they were clearly in a very intense moment but she knew that if she didn't get Mr. Schuester to come to the auditorium then that they'd never be able to perform for him and tell him how much he actually meant to them. Which, in hindsight, was a bit ironic because if he truly did mean that much to them, Rachel would have let him have his moment with Miss Pillsbury where he really wanted to be.

Perhaps, if she had let him stay, Mr. Schuester wouldn't be a zombie.

Rachel noticed that he had reached his car but instead of getting in and going home, he had paused outside, not even bothering to open the door, staring across the parking lot.

Rachel followed his line of sight and even her stomach sunk at the sight. Miss Pillsbury was walking towards a strange but handsome man leaning against a very expensive looking car.

Rachel glanced back at Mr. Schuester and saw that he was now gripping the roof of his car very tightly. She bit her lip and glanced back at Miss Pillsbury and the strange man. The man opened his arms and Miss Pillsbury entered them, only a bit hesitantly.

Even from the distance she was at, Rachel could see the strange man place a kiss to her head. Once again, Rachel turned back to Mr. Schuester just as he was getting into the car and from where she was she could faintly hear the hard slamming of the door.

Her frown deepened and watched as he pulled out of his parking spot and as he drove past, she swore she could see a tear rolling down his cheek.

As his beat up, old blue car drove past Miss Pillsbury and her supposed boyfriend, Miss Pillsbury turned her head and watched his car drive out of the parking lot, staring at where his car left for a long while before finally turning back to the strange man.

Rachel narrowed her eyes slightly, biting her lip in thought. A slow, knowing grin spread across her face and she turned on her heel, strutting back into the school.

The hallways were less crowded so Rachel easily maneuvered through the halls and made her way towards the boy's locker room. She leaned against the wall opposite the locker room door and tapped her foot impatiently.

She heard the football team do a chant in the locker room and soon they all piled out of the room, Karofsky, Azimio and most of the other football players rolled their eyes once they saw her standing there. Mike and Matt looked a little surprised to see her there but then smiled and gave a small wave.

Puck and Finn came out together laughing. The two had rekindled their friendship over the summer and were quickly on the road to becoming best friends again.

The two boys stopped when they saw her and Rachel lifted herself off the wall. Instead of slushie-ing her or pushing her aside like he normally would, Puck only gave her a small but friendly smile and clapped Finn on the back before taking off after his team mates.

Finn's face twisted up in confusion but he wore that adorable smile on his face. "Hey...what are you doing here?

"We need to talk Finn." Rachel stated seriously, walking towards her boyfriend.

Finn's face dropped. "What'd I do?"

Rachel's face softened for a moment as she took Finn's large hand into hers. "Nothing." She reassured him with a small smile. "It's not about us."

Finn's face relaxed and he gave Rachel's hand a squeeze. "Okay so...what's up?"

Rachel's face became stern again. "We need to do something about Mr. Schuester."

Finn raised an eyebrow. "What'd ya mean?"

Rachel gave him an exasperated look. "Oh come on Finn! You can't tell me you haven't noticed that Mr. Schuester hasn't been himself this year."

"Rach...its only been three weeks into the school year..."

"Yes but you know Mr. Schue! He was lifeless at our first glee rehearsal that's not like him!"

Finn shrugged. "Well, yeah, I guess but do you think we should get into his personal business?"

"He's miserable, Finn! We can't let him just suffer without doing anything about it! Besides, with him being so uncharacteristically unemotional, we don't stand a chance at sectionals."

Finn sighed heavily. "Look, I can't talk about this right now I got football and stuff."

"Then we'll talk as we walk." She pulled his hand and led him down the hallway.

"Rachel, I don't really think we should get involved. He's probably upset about his wife." Finn said, catching up to stand beside Rachel.

Rachel turned to him with an exasperated look. "It's not his wife, Finn! He's not even married anymore."

"Exactly."

"It's not about her, Finn! It's about Miss P!" Rachel exclaimed.

Finn furrowed his brow. "What does Miss P have to do with it?" Finn asked cluelessly.

"You can't tell me you haven't noticed it! All of last year they were sending lovey-dovey looks to each other, they always went everywhere together, they were stuck like glue to each other. Then, right around that time when everyone started calling Mr. Schue a man-whore, he started to go down hill and we never saw them together anymore. I talk to Miss P on a regular basis and whenever I mention Mr. Schue, she wouldn't smile dreamily like she usually would, she'd become incredibly uncomfortable. Something happened between them and now Miss P has a new boyfriend and Mr. Schue is heart broken." Rachel explained enthusiastically, almost all on one breath.

Finn blinked in confusion trying to keep up with her and then shook his head the clear his foggy brain. "Okay but what are we supposed to do?" He asked as they stepped out of the school and headed towards the football field.

"Get them back together." Rachel replied simply.

"What if they don't want to be back together?" Finn replied. "We shouldn't mess in their lives like that."

"They want to be together Finn!" Rachel cried, turning to stop in front of him. "Today I saw Miss P looking at him as he drove out of the parking lot."

"So?"

"So, she looked at him the way she always looked at him!" She reached up and grabbed a hold of his football Jersey, making his eyes widen in surprise. "Finn, they want to be together and we have to do something!"

"Okay, okay!" Finn held up his hands, not wanting to get involved in one of Rachel's drama queen fits. "What do we do?"

Rachel grinned and let go of his jersey. "I have a plan. What time does football practice end?"

"Um...5:30 why?"

"Gather Puck, Matt and Mike and tell them to meet at my house at 6 o'clock." Rachel told him. "I'll try and get the others."

"Um, okay." Finn muttered, still a little confused.

Rachel squealed, jumping up and down and then throwing her arms around Finn's neck. "Thank you Finn!" She kissed him full on the lips and then skipped off towards the school, leaving Finn dumbstruck.

Rachel practically flew through the school, excited that her plan was in motion and hopefully by the end, they'd have a happy Mr. Schuester again.

Down one of the hallways she saw Mercedes, Quinn and Kurt all walking, linked arms with each other. After regionals and over the summer, the three of them became fast friends and spent almost every day hanging out with each other.

Rachel grinned at seeing her fellow glee mates and skipped towards them. "Hey guys!"

All three of them gave Rachel a confused look. "Um hi." Quinn greeted a little skeptically.

"What happy bug bit you?" Kurt asked, eyeing the overly-excited Rachel.

Rachel ignored his question and went straight to her own. "Can you all meet at my house at 6 o'clock?"

"Why?" Quinn asked, dragging out the word suspiciously.

"We need to help Mr. Schuester."

"Help him with what?" Kurt asked.

"Help him and Miss Pillsbury get back together."

Realization instantly crossed each of their faces. "I'm glad I am not the only one who realized that they had something going on between them." Mercedes commented.

"Have something going on between them." Rachel corrected.

"They've been avoiding each other since last year." Quinn added. "Plus I've seen Miss P with someone else. Someone that kinda looks like my dentist, actually."

"That doesn't mean anything. I never told you guys this but I saw Mr. Schue tell Miss P that he loves her and then he kissed her and she kissed him back." Rachel told them.

The shock was evident on all of their faces. "Are you serious?" Quinn asked.

"When did this declaration of love happen exactly?" Kurt asked.

"The last week of school, actually right before we sang for him." Rachel explained.

"I thought he looked a little distracted." Mercedes mused.

"He still is distracted." Rachel went on. "We need to help him before he completely loses it."

"Right." Mercedes agreed and Kurt and Quinn nodded in agreement. "We'll be there."

"Great." Rachel grinned. "Could you possibly get a hold of Tina, Artie, Santana and Brittany? Finn is telling Puck, Matt and Mike."

Mercedes quickly pulled out her cell phone and immediately started to text. "On it."

"Wonderful." Rachel said with a nod. "See you at six."


At around ten minutes after six, all twelve glee kids were gathered in the Berry living room. Rachel's dads weren't too keen on having twelve teenagers in their house with little notice but after Rachel explained it was an emergency and batted her puppy dog eyes, her fathers gave in and ordered some pizzas.

"So what exactly are we all doing here?" Puck asked, his arm slung around Quinn while the pair sat on one of the couches in the Berry living room.

"Finn didn't explain?" Rachel shot a look towards her boyfriend.

"He said something about Mr. Schue but Finn is not very good at explaining things." Puck remarked and Finn shot his best friend a dirty look. Puck returned a smirk and shrugged.

Rachel sighed heavily and took her place in front of the room, addressing her glee mates in her usual fashion. "As all of you should know Mr. Schuester has been absolutely miserable the past three weeks and it has to do with a certain guidance counselor."

"Miss Pillsbury?" Mike piped up.

"Miss Pillsbury." Rachel nodded.

"Duh," Santana remarked, "They're totally crazy about each other."

"Right." Rachel said. "They just need to be reminded of that especially Miss P."

"So how do we do that?" Tina asked.

Rachel grinned. "I have a plan."

"And that plan would be...?" Puck encouraged her to go on.

"Well we know how much Mr. Schuester loves music. He practically started bawling when we sang 'To Sir, With Love.' He agrees with me when I say that music is the best expression of emotions. We also know that Miss P loves music and loves to watch us perform because she took us to Sectionals and have sat in a few rehearsals." Rachel explained

"What are you getting at?" Santana asked.

"We're going to sing for them. We're going to get them both in the auditorium and sing for them." Rachel said with a proud grin.

A murmur of words of agreement spread among the eleven kids. "What are we going to sing?" Artie asked.

"We're going to sing Way Back Into Love from 'Music & Lyrics'." Rachel told them.

A few of the girls, plus Kurt gasped and whispered to each other about how perfect the song would be. The boys, mainly the football players sat around confused, giving each other questioning looks.

"I'll play it for you boys later." Rachel glanced at the boys.

"How are we going to get Mr. Schue and Miss P both into the auditorium?" Quinn asked. "They've been avoiding each other."

"Mr. Schuester will be easy," Artie piped up, "He'll be glad to listen to us but its Miss P thats the problem."

"I will handle Miss Pillsbury." Rachel said. "Don't worry, I'll get her there."


The next week after the kids had practiced the song outside of school to absolute perfection they decided to put their plan into action. They agreed that after school ended Mercedes, Kurt and Finn would bring Mr. Schuester to the auditorium and Rachel would get Miss P there. They planned it so it would fall on a glee day so they didn't risk Mr. Schuester going home early.

Rachel, Quinn, Kurt and Mike, who all shared the same last period math class, stared at the clock the last five minutes of class. Within the last 30 seconds the four all looked at each other and nodded to each other. Once the bell rang, they all leaped out of their seats, Quinn and Mike running to the auditorium to set up and Kurt going to meet Finn and Mercedes and Rachel heading down the opposite way towards Miss Pillsbury's office.

Rachel was relieved to find that Miss Pillsbury was still in her office and her dentist boyfriend was no where in sight. Rachel let out a breath and knocked on the door.

Emma lifted her head and saw Rachel standing outside her office waving at her. Emma smiled back at her, thankful that it wasn't Will. She waved Rachel in and Rachel opened the door, stepping in.

"Hello Rachel." Emma greeted as warmly as she could. "Is something the matter?"

"Oh no." Rachel shook her head. "I just wanted to ask you something."

"Oh." Emma's voice squeaking in surprise as she took a seat. "What can I do for you Rachel?"

"I was just wondering if you could come down to the auditorium."

Emma's eyes widened and her breath caught in her chest. She forget how to breathe for a second as she stared at Rachel. If she went down to the auditorium than she'd run into Will. "I...I don;t know Rachel..."

Rachel stepped closer to her desk and adopted her signature puppy dog pout. "Miss Pillsbury, please? I know you stood up to Principal Figgins for us last year when he cut the club. You care about us Miss P and we care about you. You're practically our co-director and we'd love to perform for you."

Emma bit her lip, her heart pounding and her chest rising and falling sharply. She loved that the kids cared about her and she did care about them but then there was Will...Could she handle being near Will? It was just for five minutes right? She could watch the kids perform and get out before Will had a chance to talk to her. Yes, she could do that.

She nodded with a small, hesitant smile. "Okay Rachel...I'll um, I'll come."

Rachel grinned and clapped happily. "Thank you Miss P!"

"Um..yeah, no-no problem." Emma whispered. The two stared at each other for several moments until Emma asked, "Now?"

"If you wouldn't mind please." Rachel smiled.

Emma sighed and rose from her seat, she pumped a few squirts of purell onto her hands, rubbed them together and then followed Rachel out of her office, closing the door behind her.

Rachel opened the door to the auditorium, held it open for Emma and then they both walked down the aisle towards the stage. Emma's heart pounded and her stomach dropped upon seeing the back of a very familiar curly head sitting in the front row.

Will turned hearing the doors open and expected to see Rachel, since she was the only member missing from the group on the stage, but who he saw with Rachel took his breathe away.

He hadn't properly seen or talked to Emma since his confession of love last spring. He stared at her in shock as she continued to walk down the aisle, not believing she was actually there.

"Take a seat." Rachel instructed Emma and Emma took the furthest seat from Will possible in the front row. Emma quickly glanced at Will and then turned around quickly to look at the group of kids.

Emma closed her eyes for a brief second, trying to ignore that Will was only feet away from her.

"What's going on?" A voice that she hadn't heard in almost three months sent her heart into flutters.

"We have a song that we want you both to hear." Rachel explained and Emma immediately got a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes snapped open and she cast a glance at Will, the shocked, surprised look on his face alerted her to the fact that he was not behind it.

Before he could catch her looking at him, Emma looked forward again, letting out a quiet breath.

Without any more questioning from Will, Rachel motioned to Brad sitting at the piano. Brad nodded wordlessly back at her and started a light and peaceful melody.

Rachel sucked in a breath and stepped forward singing, "I've been living with a shadow over head, I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed. I've been lonely for so long. Trapped in the past I just can't seem to move on." Rachel's eyes connected with Emma's from the audience and Emma's eyes widened slightly.

Finn stepped forward beside Rachel, staring directly at Will. "I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away just incase I ever need them again someday, I've been setting aside time to clear a little space in the corners of my mind."

Finn and Rachel started to sing together with the rest of the kids singing behind them, "All I want to do is find a way back into love. I can't make it through without a way back into love."

Emma felt frozen to the seat, her eyes wide, not able to move.

Rachel and Finn stepped back into the group and Quinn stepped forward starting with the second verse, "I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine. I've been searching but I just don't see the sign, I know that it's out there. There's gotta be something for my soul somewhere."

Puck stepped forward, first locking eyes with Will, then with Emma, not knowing how his lyrics would speak directly to their hearts, "I've been looking for someone to shed some light, not somebody just to get me through the night. I could use some direction and I'm open to your suggestions."

Quinn and Puck looked at each other and then back to Will and Emma as they started with the chorus, "All I want to do is find a way back into love. I can't make it through without a way back into love. And if I open my heart again I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end."

A short instrumental break let Will and Emma ponder. At the same time they both turned to look at each other and from across the way, they locked eyes. Emma's wide eyes were panicked and scared while Will's showed all of the passion he had for her.

Faintly, in the background they could hear Tina's soft vocals, "There are moments when I don't know if its real or if anybody feels the way I feel. I need inspiration. Not just another negotiation."

The whole club started to sing the chorus but it was only background noise to the thumping of their hearts and their wildly spinning thoughts. "All I want to do is find a way back into love. I can't make it through without a way back into love."

Even though they weren't really paying attention, the lyrics broke through their barrier and spoke to them, "And if I open my heart to you I'm hoping you'll show me what to do and if you help me to start again you know that I'll be there for you in the end."

Will and Emma were so locked on each other that they failed to notice that the song ended and that the kids retreated off the stage and out of the auditorium, leaving their two teacher's to talk.

Emma swallowed hard, wanting to but unable to, tear her gaze away from Will. She always had been captivated by his gorgeous hazel eyes. Even when she was trying to convince herself that she wanted absolutely nothing to do with the handsome man in front of her, she still remained under his spell.

Finally, she was able to tear her gaze away from his and she stared at the ground. Will blinked, mourning the loss of Emma's eyes locked with his.

"I uh..." Will began to speak and Emma didn't dare look up at him. "I had nothing to do with that."

"I know." She whispered loud enough for him to hear her. She quickly glanced up at him and saw that he was giving her his sad eyes. The sad eyes that in the past would have her running to his side in an instant. She shook her head and stood up, planning to walk out of there without another word.

"Emma wait!" Will called out to her and Emma paused, closing her eyes tightly. She bit her lip and slowly turned around to face him. When she opened her eyes she saw Will approaching her and her breath caught in her chest. She forgot how being around him made her feel.

"Just because I didn't plan it doesn't mean the words aren't true." Will's eyes connected with hers again and Emma didn't have the strength to look away. It took all that was within her to not melt into a puddle at his feet. She had to think about Carl. Carl was her boyfriend, not Will.

"I want to find a way back into love. With you." Will continued.

Emma shook her head slowly, repeating Carl's name in her head. "No Will."

Will's face faltered slightly. "It doesn't have to be this way Emma, we can make it through Emma, me and you."

"No." Her voice shook quietly.

"Emma..."

She backed away from him. "Just stop it Will!" She screeched. "It's not fair! You can't do this to me! I have a boyfriend now, Will. That's what it is and you'll have to live with that."

"I can't deal with that." Will replied.

"Well you have to. Carl's a good man." Emma responded.

"A good man?" He stepped closer to her and she eyed him warily. "That's what you said about Ken."

Emma's eyes narrowed. "Do not compare Carl to Ken! Carl is nothing like Ken!"

"Really?" Will raised his eyebrows. "Because I think they're alot alike. You used Ken and you're using Carl to try to get over me."

Emma felt anger flood her body and she stepped closer to Will. "How dare you!" She hissed. "You can't tell me how I feel about Carl! I like Carl!"

Will remained calm and nodded. "I know. I know you like Carl." Judging by the look on his face and the tone of his words she knew that he still had more to add to that. "But you love me."

Emma's jaw dropped and her eyes narrowed further. She snapped her jaw closed and glared at him darkly, raising a finger to tell him differently but no words would come out.

A smug look crossed his face. "I knew it."

She let out a breath through her teeth. "William Schuester you have some nerve."

"Tell me otherwise Emma." He held his arms out, inviting her words in. "Tell me you don't love me. Tell me you don't love me and that you're in love with Carl and I won't speak to you ever again. I'll leave you alone."

Emma curled her hands into fists at her side, her chest rising and falling sharply. She opened her mouth to do just that. "I-" She stuttered and her breath caught in her chest, not able to speak another word.

Will licked his lips, his eyebrows raising in anticipation. Emma stared at him hardly and then she shook her head, looking away from him, angry tears pricking her eyes.

"Admit it Emma." His voice softened. "Tell me you love me."

"No." She whispered, shaking her head stubbornly.

"Say it, Emma."

"No." She almost growled, still refusing to look at him.

"I know you love me just like I love you, just make it easier for both of us and tell me you love me." Will said.

Emma continued to shake her head, turning so her back was facing him.

"Admit it." Will's smooth voice prompted her once again. She clenched her jaw and started to walk away from him, glaring at the ground.

After only a few steps she whirled around frantically. "I love you! Okay, Will. Are you happy now? I love you, I love you, I love you. I don't want to love you and Lord knows how much I've tried to forget you but I can't because I do, I love you."

Will's jaw dropped in shock and then his face softened as he took the few steps closer to Emma. "Then what's the problem?"

"The problem is Will, you broke my heart. I gave you my heart which I don't give to anyone and you threw it away like it meant nothing to you!" Emma cried, a tear slipping over her eyelid and down cheek.

"Em, it means everything to me." His voice was soft and calmed her frantic mind.

"It doesn't seem like it." Emma whispered.

"I know. I made some really stupid mistakes. I can't make excuses for what I did because there are none. I was stupid and I hate myself for hurting you. Emma, you are the most important thing in my world. You're the light in my life and without you, I feel lost."

Emma almost succumbed to his gentle, sweet words but the thought of Shelby and April brought her back to reality. "You should have thought of that before you slept with April Rhodes." She snapped quietly. Will making out with Shelby bothered her, of course but nothing compared to the hurt she felt when she found out about April.

"Was I not good enough for you Will?" She whimpered, more tears spilling onto her cheeks. Will's eyes widened and he shook his head.

"No, no, Emma you're perfect."

Emma laughed bitterly. "Which is why you ran straight into the bed of that blonde, drunk...whore."

Will raised his eyebrows, realization setting in. "You...do...Emma, do you think I...had sex with April?"

Emma averted her gaze from Will, biting her lip, forcing back tears.

"Oh my god, Emma no. We didn't do anything like that. At all." Will was quick to reassure her.

"My source tells me that you slept with April." Emma remarked.

Will shook his head and let out a breath. "I don't know who your source is but you misunderstood. I did sleep with April but in the literal sense. It's not a euphemism for sex, we just slept."

Emma slowly looked back at Will, her eyes questioning his words. He looked deep into her eyes and showed all of the truth of what he said. "She needed a place to stay and I needed to sublet my apartment. Neither of us are used to sleeping alone so we slept in the same bed but nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. I don't see April like that anymore."

Emma let out a breath, the realization that Sue was wrong and that Will did not have sex with someone else setting in.

"Emma," he whispered and she let her eyes focus on his once again, "You are good enough, you're too good actually, I don't even deserve you and I'm so sorry if I ever let you believe that you were not good enough for me because you're perfect for me Emma. I don't care about what you think are your problems, I love every part of you. I love your mysophobia, I love your OCD, I love that you clean everything before touching it, I love that you clean your fruit before eating it, I love the way your nose scrunches up when you see something disgusting, I love the way your eyes widen when something gross touches you, I love the way you walk like you're trying to avoid the germs in the air, I love everything about you Emma Pillsbury."

Emma's tears increased in speed until they rolled down her cheeks like a waterfall, her body started shaking with quiet sobs and whimpers escaped her lips every so often. She buried her face in her hands and her body shook heavily with sobs.

Will reacted immediately and took her into his arms, wrapping his arms tightly around her, resting his head on top of hers.

Emma completely broke down once she was in his safe and warm arms. She gripped onto his shirt tightly and buried her face into his chest, her body shaking and her sobs echoing throughout the auditorium.

Will didn't say a word, figuring it'd be better to just stay silent, and continued to hold her, rubbing her back comfortingly.

The tears and the sobs continued to persist for minutes on end. She only started to calm down when her throat felt like it would close in on her, her head felt like it would implode and her eyes were so bloodshot it looked like someone had sprayed them with mace.

Her sobbing and tears stopped but she still let out the occasional shuddering breath. She moved her head so she was now resting it sideway on Will's shoulder but still held onto his tear stained shirt.

Every once in a while she'd feel his lips against the top of her head and she'd calm down a little bit more. Her breathing slowly returned back to normal and she closed her eyes, feeling sleepy and cuddling more into Will's body.

Emma knew Will wanted to talk to her but she was so grateful that he remained wordless. He always knew exactly what to do to calm her down. Carl didn't know how to do that.

Being in Will's arms, she knew that he was right. She liked Carl, she cared about him a lot in fact. But he wasn't Will, no one could ever be Will and she was fooling herself to think that anyone could replace the spot he had in her heart.

She lifted her head and locked eyes with Will. Will's eyebrows creased in concern and he didn't have to say anything for her to know that he was asking her if she was alright.

Emma gave him a small smile and nodded. Will smiled back and wiped her drying tears away from her cheeks. Emma's eyes fluttered closed and she leaned her head into his touch. She forgot how wonderful it felt to be touched by Will.

The next thing she knew, Will's lips were on hers. It was different than all the other kisses they shared. The other kisses were needing, this one was soft and innocent, just to show how much he really cared about her.

It was very brief, lasting only a few seconds and Emma felt herself craving for more. She licked her lips and opened her eyes, meeting his.

"Can we Emma?" He asked and her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Can we find a way back into love?"

Emma stared at him for a few seconds and then a warm, true smile spread across her face. "Absolutely."


A/N: If you haven't heard 'Way Back Into Love' its a beautiful song and you should look it up. It's from the movie 'Music & Lyrics' and sung by Hugh Grant and Haley Bennett.