Thanks to Frankie, 55 bloggers and I have had an awesome opportunity to participate in the 3rd Annual No-Kiss Blogfestyesterday! My apologies for posting my entry one day late, but better late than never, right? The idea of the blogfest is pretty self-explanatory–
For the blogfest, I’ve decided to go with a scene between Will Schuester and Emma Pillsbury from the musical comedy, Glee. Sadly I couldn’t find the scene on Youtube, but the scene is from Episode 6: “Vitamin D” in Season 1. Enjoy!
Lunch period was Emma’s favorite time of the day.
It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy advising the childrenabout sibling troubles and relationship woes and the unimportance of popularity (convincing them that the positively linear relationship between boob size and social life didn’t matter was tough).
Quite the contrary, in fact.
Emma loved being a high school guidance counselor and listening to other people talk about their problems. She liked helping people.
She especially liked helping Will Schuester, Spanish teacher and director of Glee Club, during lunch period.
Today, the topic was Glee Club.
“The kids have gotten really complacent,” Will was saying now, waving his sandwich around in frustration. “It’s like their fires have totally gone out.” That’s when Emma spotted a smudge of yellow mustard on his chin. She repressed a snort. Seeing the mustard didn’t bother her as much as it should have. It looked so funny.
That was one of the best things about Will. When Emma was around him, she felt more comfortable. Her OCD wasn’t as big of a problem and wasn’t as big of a controlling factor. She could enjoy herself.
Emma cleared her throat and looked down. “Um,” she said. “Um, I’m sorry. You’ve just, ah, you’ve got a little mustard on your…well, your cute Kirk Douglas chin dimple.”
Was she blushing? Maybe. It did feel a little warm in the room. Emma could never tell what she physically felt like when Will was around. All she knew was that when William spoke to her, she couldn’t focus on anything. And for Emma, that was saying something.
“Wha-?” Will swagged his tongue over his chin and gave Emma an inquiring look as if to ask, did I get it?He laughed and her heart skipped a beat.
“Um, well, ah…” She reached out one of her plastic-gloved porcelain-like hands over to Will’s chin and swabbed the mustard off. “There.”
Her fingers rested on his jawline. She smiled, and then noticed that he was looking at her. Really looking at her. His hazel eyes were electrifying. He hadn’t looked at her like that since last month when they were alone cleaning Miss. Hoffmire’s classroom andhe’d brushed chalk dust off of her nose.
She told herself, don’t look at his mouth, don’t look at his mouth. She looked at his mouth. He was staring at her, too. her heart began pounding inside. It was like the daily high school stampede into the cafeteria all over again.
Will whispered, “thanks.”