Objection Part 1 of 3 (Mostly Will's POV)

Author's Note: So, I have drafted out this story completely and feel that this will work out better than my other chapter-by-chapter stories. It will be in three parts. There may or may not be an epilogue. I would like to credit bnh1629 for proof-reading, editing, and writing bits of this chapter. So, major major major thanks to her! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!

Will Schuester sat in the teacher's lounge, gulping down a mug of steaming hot coffee, black. He hadn't slept very well since that night about three months ago when Terri let it be known that she was not and had never been pregnant. He had sobbed for the first hour and then realized how angry he was. Will was sensible, he didn't rush into the divorce, but had eventually come to the decision that he couldn't be with Terri. "How could she have done that to me? I was nothing but a good husband and provider." He leaned back in the plastic chair and rubbed his eyes. It was 7:34am and the kids were in their first classes by now, thank goodness he had the first class as his free time. As he shut his eyes and laid his head down on the table, he heard the familiar click of heels on the linoleum floor.

"Will?" Emma touched his shoulder gently. Will lifted his head up and looked at her with bloodshot eyes. "Will, you haven't slept, have you?" Emma looked at him with sympathy, caring, and longing all at once. He ran his fingers through his curly hair and sighed.

"No, I just… the divorce is almost final. There wasn't much to discuss. She'll get the apartment, all of the Pottery Barn stuff, basically everything and I will get my old high school stuff and the little things I've collected over the years. I'm trying to find my own apartment so I can move out of my parents' place." Will sighed again, realizing that he just sounded so pathetic. He hoped that Emma didn't see him that way. "I have to get out of there. They keep pushing me and pushing me to find a new place, maybe even to move out of this town. I just… I can't move. My whole life is here; my job, Glee, my friends." He wanted to tell Emma that she was also a reason he wanted to stay, but couldn't find the words. Will looked at Emma and could see that she was concerned about him. He glanced down at her hands and saw that she had slipped on Ken's engagement ring. "Crap. She's finally put it on. What does that mean? Doesn't she realize that I care for her? Why can't I find the words to just tell her?"

Emma found herself reaching for Will's hand and holding it in hers. "Will, it'll all work out. You've been through a lot over the past few months. That has to be stressful. If you want help finding an apartment, I'll help you. I know the good, clean, parts of town." Emma smiled at him reassuringly. "Why can't I just tell him? I want to be able to say that I've fallen for him. Why the hell am I wearing this ring anyway? Should I tell him that Ken and I are getting married this weekend? I can't believe that I'm getting married this Saturday. It's Wednesday, gosh, it seems much too soon. Oh, wait, Will needs advice. I should stop talking to myself."

Will smiled weakly, "That would be great, Emma. Thanks. What are you doing this weekend?" He looked hopeful.

"Oh, Will. I… I was going to tell you. I… Ken and I… we're getting… married… this weekend. In Hawaii." Emma looked down at her recently polished shoes. She didn't want to see Will's reaction.

"Oh. Emma. That's… why didn't you tell me? I want to be there." Will gently placed two fingers under her chin tilting her face so she would look at him.

"Will. I… I just thought this was for the best." Emma quietly got up from her seat and walked out the room, leaving Will incredible confused.

"Why doesn't she want me there? Or is it Ken? Yeah, he never did like me talking to her. Ugh! I should be there. I have to. She's… my best friend. Shit. Why couldn't I just tell her?" Will pounded his head on the table a couple of times as if it would beat some sense into him. The day passed by quickly and without anything major taking place. Emma wasn't there to eat lunch with him, so Will ate his peanut butter sandwich alone. He never realized how different his life would be without Emma there to balance him out.

Emma left for Hawaii on Thursday morning. She was early, even for her, for the airport, so she stopped by the school to say goodbye to Will. She walked into his classroom and found him grading papers. He immediately stopped when he saw her come in.

"Emma! Hey." Will got up from his chair and walked towards her.

"Hey, Will. Um, I… I have to get going, but I wanted to say goodbye. I mean, I'll be back in a week or two, but… you know." Emma couldn't meet his eyes.

"Emma. Why? Why are you marrying him?" The words were out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying. "What. What. What! What am I doing? She's getting married. There's nothing I can do about that now. Unless I declare my love for her, but that just might freak her out. I mean, look at Ted on How I Met Your Mother. Emma cannot marry Ken. They are completely wrong for each other. Ugh! I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Will. I… I don't want to… be alone anymore. Ken is a sweet guy… and I think… I think I could…" The words died on her lips; she couldn't bring herself to say 'love'. "I love YOU, Will. Why can't you see that? I know I'm a little… anal about germs, but… I could be better…I could change… for you."

Will stepped forward and pulled Emma into a hug. He held her there, encircled his arms, as if he could stop her from leaving. He closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla that emanated from her hair. After a minute of quietly embracing she gently pulled away and gave him one last smile.

"Bye, Will." She gave a small wave and left the room before he could say another word, his arms still outstretched.

"Damn it, Will. You may have missed your last chance." Will collapsed into his chair and put his head in his hands. He felt defeated until the courage rose within him to do what he knew he had to do. "You didn't miss your chance! You're going to Hawaii." Will sprang from the classroom and ran to Principal Figgins' office.

Arriving at the office door, Will rapped on the door "Principal Figgins? I… I'm not feeling too well so I think I'm going take a couple of sick days. I'll be back on… Tuesday though." Figgins gave a shrug and told him to tell the secretary to make sure to subtract the days from his remaining sick days. With school taken care of, Will collected his briefcase and files and ran for his car. He had to get to Hawaii and fast. He stopped by his parents' place to pick up a few articles of clothing and a few other necessities for his trip. He barely had time to write a note to keep his parents from worry before he fled out the door. While driving to Dayton Airport, he sped around the cars that seemed to be going as slow as could be. He arrived in record time and was able to book a flight that was leaving for Hawaii in 45 minutes. Waiting for the flight left him with his thoughts which began to wonder.

"Emma Pillsbury?" Will had knocked on the new guidance counselor's door expecting a matronly ogre and encountered a beautiful, ginger-haired woman with a gorgeous smile and warm brown eyes. He smiled wide and introduced himself. "I'm Will Schuester. I teach Spanish. I was walking by your office and thought I would introduce myself. So, you nervous for your first day?" He beat himself up inside. "What a stupid thing to say." He held out his hand for her to shake, which she looked at but did not except. He was confused, but she explained.

"Hi, Will. Um, it's nothing personal. I'm just… a little wary about germs. But that's not the first thing I usually tell people." Emma looked down at the ground, thoroughly embarrassed that this incredibly handsome man standing before already knew about her phobia of germs.

"Oh, it's totally okay. I would be worried too, especially at a high school." He immediately regretted his words. Why was he saying stupid things left and right. But Emma didn't look any more worried than when he first walked in. She must've known what she was getting into. "Um, I have lunch at 11:45. I would love it if you joined me. You already have one friend here, so don't worry." As she agreed to meet him, he gave her a quick wink and left her office.

That was his first meeting with Emma, and God was he glad he had met such a wonderful woman.

Will snapped back to reality as he flight was called to board and he handed over his ticket and walked onto the plane. He found his seat and settled in for the flight to L.A. He would have to switch planes, but he had a two hour delay first. The plane taxied to the runway and as the plane took off, Will drifted into a dreamless sleep. He felt like he had only been asleep for a few minutes before he was gently roused awake.

"Excuse me, sir. We've landed, you should probably get up now." He looked around and saw that a girl, who couldn't have been more than eighteen was shaking him awake. She gave him a smile and got up from the seat. He rubbed his eyes, got up and grabbed his bag from the overhead compartment.

He made his way into the terminal at LAX and found the right gate for his connection to Hawaii. Will checked in, replaced his old ticket with a new one and then went on a hunt for some dinner. Glancing around at the many options of fast food places he decided that McDonalds sounded good and ordered a Big Mac meal with a Coke. Bag in hand he walked back to his terminal, anxiously, waiting for the instant he could be on that plane. He had to fly to Oahu, Hawaii and get to Waikiki Beach by sunset on Saturday. He was gonna get there late Thursday, but it was matter of finding Emma. If memory served him correctly he remembered her mentioning the Hilton and how he had made a joke about Paris Hilton that day. As he settled into a leather seat and started on his sandwich, he thought back to another memory…

"Are you ready yet? We've only got an hour for lunch, Emma." Will asked, trying to be patient. He was really excited to see what she looked like yet he was plagued by the conversation he had had with Ken the other day and the validity it had held.

"It's not like trying on a pair of jeans, Will." Emma called out from the bridal store dressing room.

"It doesn't have to be perfect; we just have to see if you can dance in it." Will had been playing with a garter that had been lying around so he hadn't been paying attention when she walked out of the dressing room.

"Fits okay?" Emma smoothed the front of her dress, making sure there were no wrinkles and did a brief once over in the large mirrors in the bridal boutique. Will, still fumbling with the garter, became speechless and as the garter flew from his hands he felt his jaw drop at the beauty that stood before him.

"Yeah. Fits great." He wanted to say; "Oh, my God! You look gorgeous, beautiful….you look absolutely breathtaking and so many other things I really shouldn't say."

"Terrific." Emma commented as she continued to gaze into the three-way mirror to observe the dress from all angles.

"Yeah terrific ah, so should we see if you can dance in it?" Will shook his head trying to remember the reason they were there. Emma nodded a smile on her lips as Will went to turn on the CD player that sat on the table across the room.

"This is the instrumental version of your wedding song. You can sing along if you want to, it'll help your footwork." Will walked back to Emma and offered his hand to help her down from the pedestal. She took his hand and as the first strains of I Could Have Danced All Night began to play Will bowed and she curtsied. As they turned and danced around the shop, their bodies moving magically about the room, Emma sang along to the song, her voice perfect. "I had no idea she could sing, she is amazing and her voice is beautiful. Should I tell her that? Why is being with Emma so… so… complicated? I have so much I want to say, to express but I know I shouldn't because of Terri…. Terri. She's going to kick my ass for being here… and everything else I apparently do wrong." Will dipped Emma at the last beat of the song and held on to her tight, absentmindedly, rubbing the back of her gloved hand and looking deep into her eyes.

"Yeah, you can dance in it." Will was so distracted by the look the shone her eyes of love and adoration that he almost forgot where he was. "So, I gotta get going…" He didn't want her to get the wrong idea...or the right idea.

The next day, Will went to talk to Emma in her office.

"Hey." Will said, opening the office door.

"Hey."Emma sat her pen down on the desk and gave him his full attention.

"I wanted to talk to you about your wedding mash up. I've been working really hard on it… and I just can't get those two songs to go together." Will spoke quietly and put his hands on the chair opposite her and gazed into her eyes.

"Yeah, that's because they don't. We both know that. They're both good songs though."

"Great ones." They both knew that they weren't talking about the songs anymore, it was much deeper than that. Will was about to say something then, but Emma interrupted his thoughts.

"Will, um, I just wanted to say, thank you for the dance lessons." Will nodded and with one last longing look, left the room. She was getting married and there was nothing he could do about it. Or was there?

Will was still thinking about that day when he heard his flight called. He quickly turned over his ticket, found his seat, and settled in for a long flight. Instead of sleeping, he continued to think back to good times with Emma. He found himself back in Ohio, just a few days ago.

"Hey, Will." Emma had taken a seat next to him on a bench in the local park. "Are you okay?" Emma placed a hand on his, comforting him.

"It's just this divorce. I still can't believe it." Will felt a traitorous tear slid down his cheek, more from the loss of a child he never had than losing Terri. Emma pulled him into a hug, her own eyes swimming as he wrapped his arms around her.

"It's gonna work out, Will. Maybe not right away, but… it will." Emma laid her head on his shoulder, gently rubbing his back while he buried his face in her hair and just held on tight and just sobbed. With tears streaming quietly down her face, Emma held the man she loved, her heart breaking for him. As the familiar scent of lavender and vanilla whirled around him he felt the tears cease and a sense of calm over take him.

"Emma, you are quite possibly the most understand, caring, loving person I have ever met." Will tightened his grip on her. He smiled, even though she couldn't see it. "Emma, I want to be with you. I need you in my life." He knew that was what he should be saying but he couldn't. He didn't want her thinking she was his rebound, she was so much more than that. "She is my perfect opposite, my touchstone…She keeps me grounded. She's the person they talk about in love songs. She's who I want, who I need."

"Will, you're pretty special too." Emma back away so she could look into his eyes, though their hands stayed connected, their fingers interwoven into a perfect fit. "Just tell him. Come on, you can do it. DO IT. No, don't do it. He's going through a nasty, very hurtful divorce. That's not fair on him."

"Thanks, Em." Will quietly rose from the bench, gently pulling Emma up beside him. "Feel like going for a walk?" Chancing a smile, he reluctantly let go of her warm hands and shoved them into the pocket of his jacket.

"That sounds great." Emma hadn't thought to bring a jacket so she tried to inconspicuously wrap her arms around herself in an attempt to stay warm and with Will. Noticing her shivering stature he shrugged out of his black leather jacket and gently placed it around her shoulders helping as she pushed her arms through the sleeves. "Thanks, Will, but aren't you going to get cold?" She took in his appearance. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, sneakers, and a short sleeve grey t-shirt.

"Oh, I'll be fine. I don't want you getting cold." She was wearing a short black pencil skirt, short-sleeved silk pink blouse and black heels. "You look great, though, Emma." He put his arm around her waist and together they walked around the park, talking until the sunset. As the walk came to an end, he walked her back to her car, opened the door for her in an act of chivalry and had watched her pull away. He felt the sharp sting of loneliness as he watched her disappear.

The sun had started its descent and through the window Will sadly watched as he remembered that night in the park and the regret he felt that he hadn't kissed her goodnight. Will ran his fingers through his hair trying to shake the feelings of sadness and loneliness that had overtaken him at the sight of such a beautiful sunset, the color of which just happened to match Emma's beautiful hair. As he was stretching slightly he felt a gentle poke on his shoulder and young girl was holding a magazine and directing it at him. "You look… bored. Do you want a magazine to help pass the time?" She smiled as he took the magazine, it was an old edition of People.

"Thanks." He gave her a small smile and began to flip through the pages, but he couldn't concentrate. He was just wishing that the plane would go faster so he could find Emma.

Will's eyes began to droop and he drifted off to sleep. The only thing that woke him was the plane landing roughly on the island of Oahu. He rubbed his eyes and stood up so quickly he hit his head on the roof of the plane. Cursing, he rubbed the sore spot on his head as he grabbed the bag out of the overhead compartment and followed the crowd out of the plane. He felt the heat of Hawaii hit him as he walked the short hallway from the plane to the terminal. Will was just relieved that he was finally here. "Oh, God, I hope she listens to me. I hope she realizes how much I need her. She can't marry that… that… she can't marry Ken."

Walking out of the airport he hailed a cab quickly, he couldn't, no wouldn't waste time in reaching Emma.

"The Hilton at Waikiki Beach, please. If you could go as fast as you can, that would be great." Will gave the grumpy man a quick smile and sat back. He watched the late-night life of Hawaii pass him by, but he could only think of Emma.

It was the only time he had actually kissed her and emotions had been running so high that Emma had asked that he just forget it ever happened and he had tried….He had really tried.

"Will?" Emma walked into his classroom, tears rolling down her cheeks. Will stood up immediately and rushed over to her. He wrapped his arms around her while she cried into his shirt.

"What's wrong, Emma?" He had never seen her cry like this before and it had him worried. He lovingly smoothed her hair and tightened his grip ever so slightly trying to comfort her.

"I can't marry Ken. I can't. Will, what did I get myself into?" She cried into his chest, sobs wracking her body and Will had rubbed her back letting her cry until he felt the sobbing subside.

"Emma, what brought this on? What are you talking about?" Will looked into her eyes which were red and puffy from crying and gently placed cool hands on her cheeks and held her face while wiping away her tears.

"He's… dirty… and gross… and…" Emma broke off. She hung her head and let a few more tears escape. "I'm sorry, Will. I shouldn't… I shouldn't be pushing this on you. I guess I'm just getting cold feet. I'll.. be fine." Will continued to wipe her tears from her cheeks and tried to search her eyes for some meaning.

"Emma." Will tilting her chin up and while staring lovingly into her eyes for just a moment, kissed her gently on the lips. Emma pulled away shocked at what had just happened.

"Will. I… I…" Emma left quickly and turned around quickly to ask Will not to mention this. Will nodded and hung his head.

Will arrived at the Hilton much quicker than he anticipated. He paid the cab driver and walked inside to the reception desk.

"Yes, I'm looking for a guest… Em-" Will was distracted by a glimpse of red hair coming into the foyer, headed for the elevators. Forgetting the receptionist he walked towards her, mesmerized.

"Emma." Will dropped his bag and began to run for her. "Emma!"

Emma turned around and looked completely shocked. "What's he doing here? Did something happen? Oh, my God. He's really here!" She found herself smiling despite the worry that tingled in the back of her mind, she was just happy to see him!

Will caught up to Emma and enveloped her in a warm hug, lifting her off of her feet. "Emma. Please, listen to me." He pulled away slightly and took her hands in his own, gazing intently into her eyes. "You can't… you can't marry… you can't marry Ken. Please!"

"Will… I'm…I'm getting married tomorrow. What are you doing?" Emma looked confused and slipped out of his embrace.

"Emma…" Will watched as she walked towards the elevators, took the next available one, and disappeared.

Author's Note: So, what do you think? Please review! Chapter two will be up by next Friday. So, look out for it! Thanks again for reading.