'Will!'

This had to work she repeated, hoping to convince herself more than anyone. She heard the slight creak of the door as she turned round to face him, watching as his eyes explored her body.

'I was having trouble with what to wear, help me?' She bit shyly on her lip as he walked forward; letting the cool of his hands press on her hip bones as she stood in front of him with mocked confidence.

'You look amazing like this', he whispered into her ear before suckling on her neck. She felt the air escape her lungs as his lips moved to hers, drawing long and short kisses from her hungry mouth. 'You know,' he pulled back slightly, pressing his lips softly on the curve of her breast, 'I was just thinking', he moved to the other, making her loose herself, 'isn't this your favourite set?' He ran a hand along the turquoise bra strap, letting it hit her skin with force as his fingers danced along her matching panty line.

'Oh, I hadn't realised.' She lied, eying his face as she brought his lips to hers again.

'You know this is my favourite set on you as well don't you?'

'No'. She felt her cheeks deceive her as they burned a flaming shade of red.

'Oh,' he began to suck on her neck, slipping a finger just inside her bra cup, 'and here was me thinking you were trying to seduce me to get you out of going tonight'.

Busted.

The huge smirk tugged at his upper lip as she tried to compose herself, burying her face in his neck.

'I thought this would work'.

She felt the vibrations of laughter through the thin black top as she slapped him on the chest, 'Will it's not funny!'

'Well you almost had me until I remembered seeing that lovely red number you had lying on the back of the door, and I thought, that's odd, I'm sure she told me last night she was planning on wearing that'.

'I could have changed my mind'. The current of air from the window swept in as he tightened his arms around her semi-naked body, looking down at her with his loveable smile that was plastered all over his face as she attempted to talk her way out of another predicament, 'ok you're right, I had every intention of wearing it- if, my plan failed'.

'Sweetheart-', he stopped for a brief moment to kiss her chastely on the lips as his knuckles brushed the stray hair that had been blown by the wind onto her face, 'we're going to be fine, I've looked after him before you know!' She swatted his arm as he laughed, 'look, you're going to be fine as well, come on, it was just the other week you said to me that you were looking forward to seeing your sister'.

'I know it's just-', how did she say this without sounding irrational and crazy? 'I'm worried about missing him too much. It's just; I've never been away from him before, not for more than a few minutes anyway. I sound pathetic don't I?'

'No, no darling, you don't, you sound like any new parent. It's ok to miss him, believe me, it's so hard to leave you both in the mornings, sometimes, I'm even tempted to call in sick so I can spend the day with you and Thomas.'

She bit down on her lip at his confession, a little embarrassed that she was feeling this way about a couple of hours when he spent his days looking after and teaching other people's children when all he wanted to do was to stay at home with his own.

'I'm sorry, I get to spend all day with him and you have to go to work-'

'But then I get to come back home Emma. And after a gossip with your sister, a glass of wine or two you'll do the same.'

She paused for a minute, mulling over his words. Will Schuester. How was it that he always knew what to say when she felt so unsure of herself? It was frustrating how right he was.

'So you think I should wear the red dress then?' She saw the flash of his smile as he kissed her,

'Hell yeah'.

She hadn't meant for the night to overrun but after a few too many cocktails, a lot of dancing and the story of how her mother had managed to drive over the bin, she had found herself like this, at 20 past one in the morning, fumbling with the keys to their condo wondering why the backdoor key wouldn't unlock the porch door.

Eventually, after some strategic thinking on her part, she made it into the front room, slipping off the heels that had caused her so much pain that evening and in due cause, found herself stumbling into the kitchen in search for a glass of water.

'Good evening then?'

If she had done this as a teenager, she would have felt like her father had just caught her sneaking in from a party she shouldn't have attended but instead, there he was; her husband, arms folded as he leaned against the door frame, a look of pure amusement on his face.

'Really, really good'. She spoke, conscious of slurring her words.

'Good, told you you'd have fun'.

'How was Thomas?'

She had managed to stop worrying about them both after her sister hijacked the line after her third call to Will within the first hour, both her sister and Will conspiring that for every time she mentioned calling him or was caught texting or dialling again, a shot of Tequila was to be consumed.

'He was great, stirred a few times, but overall he was fantastic'.

'And how were you?' Seductively, she slid closer; staring intensely into his eyes as he slightly squirmed from foot to foot.

Good, actually, managed to get some work-' she stopped him mid-sentence through the brush of her lips on his neck while her fingers danced underneath his top, scratching at the six pack he worked so hard to maintain,

'Thomas wasn't the only one I missed I-', she paused, her eyes widening as the realisation hit her like a brick.

'I'm sorry'.

'Oh come on, you have nothing to apologise for, I'm sure most people have experienced 'having one too many' and ended up one time or another throwing up'

'Not all over their husbands though' she murmured, the guilt apparent on her face as he reached for her makeup wipe, clearing the left behind debris of mascara and foundation off her face,

'Well, probably not'.

Leaning across, he disposed of the makeup wipe, grabbing the glass of water off the table and letting her take a sip before placing it back on the coaster.

'Can we go to bed now, my heads starting to hurt' she whispered as he began to laugh, letting her slip under the covers first before doing the same. 'You know this is your fault don't you?'

'And how is that?' He exclaimed, rolling his eyes as she proceeded to list her 'valid reasons'.

'You forced me out! You made me do those God-awful shots every time I wanted to ring you or check on Thomas,'

'Oh come on! He grinned, rubbing her back, 'what about your sister then, you going to blame her too?' He winked at her as she playfully slapped his torso,

'She's not here. You are.'

'Ha', he snorted, 'double standards Em!'

'Oh shut it!' He pulled her closer so her head was lay on his chest, 'my head really hurts'.

'Just you wait until the morning.'

'Oh God, I'm never drinking again!' She moaned, sinking further back into the mattress as he raked his fingers through her hair, rubbing the pads of his fingers across her forehead as he laughed.

'Let's just hope Thomas lets mommy have a lie in in the morning, I bet then you'll wish that you took up your sister's offer to stay at the hotel'.

'No', she groaned, 'besides, look at what 4 hours away from you both did to me', she pointed to the bathroom then at herself, 'imagine what a night would do, no one would be safe'.

'In particular, the hotel bathroom' he laughed,

'Oh shut up Will!'

'Or your sister'

'I mean it Will', she grinned, laughing as he tickled her. 'I just don't want to be apart from you both that long I would have mis-'

'I would have missed you too Ems' he softly whispered, finishing her sentence as he pulled the covers over them both, preparing for a morning of aspirin, cleaning and babies cries.