Hey guys, I am obsessed with Glee at the moment and Emma and Will in particular. This is a little ficlet from Will's point of view during the last three minutes of the episode 'Sectionals'. Major SPOILER alert. Also, this is my first Glee fic, so I hope I captured them well enough. I don't own anything and intend no infringement. Without further ado, the story.

1. My Life Would Suck Without You

[Will POV]

I can't help but smile at the enthusiasm and talent that each one of these kids exude. It feels so good to be back here with them after the most recent Sue scare, and yet there is this feeling in the pit of my stomach. A feeling that something is out of place. Attempting to shake it, I bring my thoughts back to the teenagers before me. The amalgamation of their previous numbers is entertaining to say the least. Yet as they sing Kelly Clarkson's lyrics, my mind begins to wander once again to that out of place feeling.

"You got a piece of me," they sing, "and honestly, my life would suck without you." As Rachel and Mercedes belt out the lyrics in each other's faces, I can't help but ruminate over the person currently walking out of my life. It is right then that I realize the mistake I am about to make if I let her go. She is my person. My like would suck without her. It's like the kids know me better than I know myself – save for the fact that they were singing about having me in their lives, not Emma.

I wonder what Emma is doing right now. It is Monday – her last day according to the resignation she sent to Figgins – and school was out over twenty minutes ago. She could still be in her office, gathering her belongings; but what if she's not there anymore? What if she's all packed up and gone? I could surely track her down, but it would be much more difficult to convince her to reconsider an act she has already fully completed. Has she already acquired a new job? What is she planning on doing with her life? I need to run for her. Now. However, the students are still performing their song – the song they put together just for me. I can't just leave in the middle of it. My legs begin to bounce as I fidget in anticipation. The cowboy hat sitting there falls to the floor and I leave it where it lands. Every moment I wait is another step she could be taking out of my life. As the song comes to an end, I leap out of my chair, unable to contain myself any longer.

"That was great guys! Why don't you discuss what types of songs you would like to perform against Vocal Adrenaline at regionals?" I am nearly out the door by this point, shouting over my shoulder as I go, "I'll be back. There's just something I need to do." My brain barely even registers the confused looks on their young faces as I tear around the corner, stopping only when I reach the doorway of Emma's office. My grin fades as I take in the barren desk and shelves. She is gone. I don't even know what I had planned on doing when I got here. I assume I had hoped that upon seeing her, I would know what I had to do. I guess my brain never made it that far. I just stand there for a moment, reveling in my idiocy. How could I have let her slip through my fingers? I had had so many opportunities to be with Emma in the past and yet I stayed instead in a loveless relationship. Granted I had thought I loved my wife and had even thought I had a child on the way. Looking back now I realize that I never felt about Terri the way I do about Emma. That's what really kills me. That she was right there in front of me, ready and willing, but I was too stupid to see how great she really was until it was too late. Too late. That thought resonates in my head as I walk out of the office. Not her office. Not anymore. Just an office.

I wander out into the hallway scratching the back of my head in frustration, looking the way I came. My hand falls limply to my side and I glance quickly in the other direction, wistfully hoping that she would just appear there. When I see her form before me, I pause, wondering if my mind is playing tricks on me. It doesn't seem to be and my mouth drops open in shock. Maybe I haven't lost my chance after all. I take a few tentative steps forward before launching myself into a near sprint. I am in front of her before I know it. Gently removing the box from her hands, I place it on the floor. The look on my face must be one of confusion because she looks at me with her beautiful, wide, bright brown eyes.

"What?" she says. As I bring my finger to her lips in order to silence any doubts or questions, her eyes focus, not on my own, but upon my lips. It is then that I make my ultimate decision. Pulling my hand slowly away from her face, I take a deep breath. I grasp her waist and take a step forward, pulling her body into my own. Leaning downward, I quickly capture her lips with my own. With this kiss I attempt to express everything I can't with words. She needs to know how much I need her. At first she is stiff, but soon, Emma responds by returning the caress and bringing her hands up to grasp my biceps.

We pull slowly away at the same time, although our faces remain within inches of each other. I allow her space to breathe, but I still hold her against me by the waist. She can't run away from this, from me. Not yet. I stare down upon her features, attempting to gauge her reaction to what must have been unexpected to say the least. Her eyes remain closed for what seems like an eternity. At last they open and she takes a number of deep breaths. I steel myself for the worst, but then it happens. Her lush, pink lips curl around her strikingly white teeth into what must be the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. I can't help but smile in response. Hers soon disappears and she mutters just one word.

"Will."