Ok, this is my first Glee fanfiction, so it may not be too good. But, I AM always open to CC!! Anyways, it switches POV's every chapter, and maybe more than once in a chapter. This is Will/Emma based, mainly because I LOVE Will, and hate Terri. Enjoy!! :]

One word. Glee. Glee was the only thing that kept me from going crazy. I had a lot on my plate. With Terri, Sue, and Emma, life was hard. Glee was the only outlet for me. I didn't even have a place to call my own. I slept on a mattress in my office. Now if that's not pathetic, I don't know what is. Sue had been meaner than ever, which I think meant she was feeling better than ever… Anyways, I was about to drop my resignation off in Principal Figgin's office, but then I realized what I would be throwing away. I didn't care so much about teaching Spanish, that was getting old. But McKinley High was in need of a good music director. And sure, I had Glee, but I wanted it all. I wanted to be part of something I actually cared about. This way, I could be part of two things I want. Every good music director needs an assistant, and who better to assist me, Will Shuester, than Emma Pillsbury.

"Hey Em…" I said. The door of Emma's condo opened, to reveal the woman in a periwinkle blouse with a matching skirt. "Will… I… Uh… Come in." She nodded. I nodded back, and walked through the doorway. Her condo was exactly as I imagined it. Clean as a whistle. Well maybe not Ken Tanaka's whistle, but a shiny, brand new, out of the factory whistle. I handed her the flowers I brought her. "Oh, thanks Will. I'll be right back. I'll go get a vase for these." She said with a smile. I looked around. In her living room was a suede couch, with a matching love seat. In the center was a mahogany coffee table, with a large mahogany entertainment center against the wall. I sat down on the couch and sighed. Emma walked in with the flowers, set them on the table, and sat next to me on the couch. I finally broke the silence. "So Em, I was wondering if you would like a job back at McKinley. I-I know it's not exactly your area of expertise, but I want you to help me with the music department. It needs some work, and I got offered the position of music director. I would really like your help." We stared at each other for a few seconds and I put my hand over hers on her knee. She looked down immediately as if a hot spear went through her hand. "What do you say, Em?" She came back into reality and looked up. "Will, I would love to." I smiled, and squeezed her hand slightly. "But," she continued "I can't go back. Ken…" I interrupted her. "He resigned. As soon as I told him what happened, with you, he quit. Right then and there. He didn't know how much he hurt you, Em." She stared at me, and tears started to fall from her brown eyes. "Will, I can't. I would feel guilty. Just being in a place with so much heartache for me…" I wiped a tear off her cheek with my thumb. "But Em, I thought we worked things out. I left Terri. She's fine, she's living with her sister. But I left her not only because she did something terrible to me…. I also left her…. Because I knew I care about you." She looked down again and I saw her try to hide her smile. I momentarily placed my other hand on top of my occupied hand, followed by a soft, pale, clean hand on top. I smiled and said "Well I really must be going now. I should fill out my application form. See you around."