A/N: My first Glee fic! Just kind of started writing it because I've been having some serious writer's block with my script and needed to get my mind going…thinking I'm gonna keep writing, if it's good – let me know! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee…I wish I did! I'd feel pretty good about myself lol

He loves me.

"Emma?"

He loves me.

"…Emma?"

He loves me.

"Emma!"

Emma's head snapped forward and her eyes de-glazed as they moved from the floor to Carl.

He looked at her expectantly, eyebrows raised. "…You okay? You've been scrubbing that cherry tomato for about 10 minutes now."

She looked down at her hand, still furiously rubbing the napkin over the fruit, and stopped. She let out a shaky breath.

Get a hold of yourself, Emma.

"Sorry." She gave him a small smile. "What, um…what were you saying?"

"I asked you how your day was." His brows furrowed.

"Oh. Well. Um…" She struggled for an answer that didn't include a certain Glee club teacher. "Okay…Not much happened, really. Just, um…" She pushed her salad around with her fork and stuttered. "Jacob Ben Israel spent the entire day in my office…still traumatized from his tween vampire attack." Her big eyes chanced a glance at Carl to see if he bought her horrible lie. To her relief, he laughed.

"Is that the kid with the afro?"

"Yes…I didn't have a pamphlet on it…they should really make one, what with…how crazy girls are about that terrible series. I mean, really, sparkling vampires? That's worse than those high school musical kids, and that's saying something." She forced her mouth shut once she realized she was babbling.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Carl leaned forward slightly, looking concerned. "You seem…nervous."

"Oh, no. I'm fine."

Liar.

She took a good look at Carl, who flashed his winning dentist smile and returned to his lemon pepper chicken. He was wearing a light green button up with the sleeves rolled up slightly over his strong fore arms. The color complemented his tan, handsome face, which had the lightest of stubble on it and his dark hair was short and neatly kept. Carl Howell was by far the best looking dentist Emma had ever encountered in her entire life.

But he's no Will Schuester.

Amazing. She returned to her thoughts. You're here with this great guy and all you can think about is Will? Well, it is understandable, after what he pulled earlier…

"I love you, Emma! There. I finally said it. And you love me! And dentist or no, this thing isn't over between us!"

His face. That kiss.

If Emma concentrated hard enough she could still feel the burning on her lips.

But how dare he! It was about Glee club! He wasn't even on her mind while she was reaming out Figgins…Another lie. The second she heard New Directions didn't even place at Regionals she thought of him, how upset he must be. She worried he'd be so disheartened over the loss of glee that he'd give up teaching all together…then she thought of the kids. But moreover she couldn't bare the idea of not being able to see Will's face almost everyday.

But the club has another year. He's not leaving. He's not leaving…and he loves me.

She realized she was staring off into space again and looked back at Carl. He was checking a text on his phone. When he turned his attention to her, he suddenly wasn't Carl. He was Will: signature curly locks, crooked smile and all. She shook her head and blinked rapidly, bringing her dentist back into vision.

Oh, sugar.

"You know, actually…I'm not feeling so good after all. My stomach is a bit…off." She lied, casting her doe eyes down to her yellow and navy clad lap where her hands were endlessly twisting. "Do you think you could bring me home?"

"…Sure. I'll go grab the bill." He started to get up. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"Oh yeah. Yeah…I think I just ate some bad grapes earlier, they tasted a little too…tangy."

You're not very good at this.

"…Okay. So long as you're fine…I'll be back." He smiled lightly and headed to the back of the restaurant.

She clearly couldn't survive dinner without constant thought of him. If she couldn't have coherent thought of Carl while she was with Carl, then she wouldn't torture herself anymore for the night. She decided to hold off for a clear head, free of Will Schuester…if that was possible.