"Why don't you start by describing these dreams you've been having?" Asked Dr Shane – my therapist, politely. No.I instantly thought. Images of Will taking his shirt off quickly clouded my mind, and I swallowed, licking my lips before attempting to reserve the expression on my face.

"Oh gosh…they're very…personal. I'm not sure if I'm willing to share this with you. Or anyone for that matter." I backtracked, my eyes widening, and my fingers clenching and unclenching nervously.

"Emma." My therapist laughed, and I bit the inside of my cheek to distract from my embarrassment. "I'm virtually a stranger, it's my job to psycho-analyze your life situations, and this is one of them. They're natural. Give it another go." She probed, and I was left thinking, what do I have to lose?

I stuttered quickly, "Okay. They're um…they're as real as you and I are right now. More real actually." I sighed, closing my eyes briefly. "The situationincludes…clothes…coming off. You know, naked. Skin on skin, just…lots of skin." I shook my head to try and clear my scattered thoughts, noticing how hitched my breath was, and wondering why I couldn't talk about this like a normal person.

"So, it's a sex dream?" My eyes widened, at how straight-up she was being, and I replayed those two words in my head over. Sex Dream. "With the co-worker you mentioned before?" She briefly hitched her glasses down her nose to inspect her notes. "Will Schuester?"

"Alright," I let out a whoosh of air. "It's a sex dream." I finally admitted quietly. "My desk is like…imaginary soft-core central. I can't make it stop."

"Emma, how do you feel about a 'friends with benefits' situation'?" She asked abruptly, narrowing her eyes to perceive my reaction, fist under her chin, legs crossed.

My mouth popped open with a small suction-capped sound. With Will…? I thought absently, wondering silently about the idea. I tried to make myself look disgusted, but the idea of Will, and I…doing those things. Warmth suddenly spread through my body, and I brushed the hair off my neck.

"Emma?" She probed, inspecting the sudden emotions on my face, which I quickly contained. "I know it's not your idea of...progress, but it would help with your mental andphysical vulnerabilities. You know, maybe close some doors that have been left open?"

"I-I...guessI could consider it." I coughed quietly, already wondering when I could begin. An opportunity to get close to Will.

"Good." Dr. Shane began scribbling notes on a small piece of paper that she always seemed to have on hand, and tore out the page. It had the date of my next appointment hastily written on it. "It's quite simple. From what you've told me, Will Schuester is an understanding guy, and he would be willing to go along with your pace. The real challenge here is facing your OCD head on, and separating your emotions to a relationship which has no strings attached."

No strings attached. I wondered silently. Wasn't this the sort of things teenagers do? Would Will be up for it? "Two weeks? I don't understand, I've been coming to you twice a week for the past month." My eyebrows scrunched, as I remembered I had to buy a re-fill of my prescription medicine.

"Emma, trust me. If this doesn't work for you, I shouldn't be your therapist." She hinted, and I nodded, swallowing, trying to think of a way to get started.

"So, I'll see you in two weeks, Emma." She stood up and tried to usher me out of the room, but I stood up and interrupted quickly.

"Wait, how I…get started? " I asked, sucking my lip into my mouth nervously.

"Emma, any man who wouldn't accept this offer would be crazy." She laughed lightly, and I nodded, panic starting to settle in. "Just try to be natural about it, try your hand at flirting a little bit, just make sure you emphasize that it's friends with benefits.Not a relationship. Part of your progress will be being able to separate the two."

"Should I do anything…differently?" I suddenly felt shy to be asking her these questions, but remembered that she was here to help.

"Emma," She laughed, "honestly, if I was trying to get a guy into my bed, I'd follow the standard protocol. Be subtly sexy, maybe try a new outfit one morning, let him know what you're really thinking." She winked, as if she could read my mind, and I could feel the red blush across the hollows of my cheeks. "This is a great step forward Emma. Your dreams mean that you're subconsciously ready to take the next step.

"Okay," I said hesitantly. I can do this. "I'll see you in two weeks." I folded the piece of paper in two, and placed it into my wallet. I gave her a reserved smile, before walking slowly out of her office.

What have I just gotten myself into?

Hello wemmites! I hope you've enjoyed the epilogue, I know it's very short - but keep in mind it is only the epilogue, and the other chapters will be much longer. I thought you'd all need a dose of Wemma from that bloody six second finale. Give me feedback, and tell me your thoughts!