Mr. Schue's POV:
"Emma! Can I come in?" I yell for the hundredth time. The clock is frozen. It's just mocking me. How the hell am I supposed to be fucking left alone when all of my nerves are getting the best of me?
"For gods sake, Will, it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride on their special day. Of course you can't come in!"
I groan and grab my bag containing my suit and hair products. "I'll see you at the wedding, babe." I yell and walk out the front door.
The air is mixed with cool wind and enough warmth so that Emma will not shiver. She tends to get cold very easily. That and her hair gets frizzy when it is warm. I personally think she looks beautiful regardless of the weather, but she tends to think otherwise.
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"Is everything set up?" I ask the party planner as I fix my hair.
I straighten out my leather suit, and realize that my hands are shaking. I'm almost as nervous as I was on nationals day.
Oh, who am I kidding. I'm ten times more nervous than at nationals. I'm completely positive I want to marry Emma, but what if she doesn't want to marry me?
What if this doesn't work out?
Holy shit I can't do this.
My feet are shaking, and not in a musical kind of way.
I look at my reflection through one of the metal chairs, and sigh. I have to do this. I mean, I want to do this.My face doesn't necessarily look nervous. It just looks like a stoic old man who has been watching the news for the past three years.
I run to the bathroom, and look in the mirror. Forcing a smile on my face, I try adding a little color on my face as well. I grab the first cosmetic I can find in the bathroom, which just so happens to be something called bronzer. I put some on my cheeks, and then head back to the main hall.
My nerves are still causing my body to shake, but at least now I don't feel like vomiting whenever I hear the word 'wedding.'
If Finn and Rachel did this, then so can I.
"Sir, you have one hour. I recommend you clean your face and then we should head over to the church." A man in a suit informs me. I believe he is one of the people Emma hired, but honestly I have no idea.I suppose "clean up your face" is a saying that men say to each other before a wedding. Or maybe I have something on my face?
The sleeve of my white shirt brushes across my cheek to see if my face is messy, and I curse when I see a tan sparkled stain on my shirt.
"Shit," I curse again, realizing that bronzer is nothing like blush. I always rely on Emma to do my makeup before competitions. I miss her so fucking much.
*Flashback*
"Babe, sit still!" My gorgeous girlfriend laughs. Her laugh is contagious, and it causes both of us to erupt in a laughing fit.
"Shit, Ems I really have to go. We have ten minutes to be onstage." I whisper, and she bites her lip with a frown.
"But I really want to spend time with you." She whispers in my ear, and I feel a moan begin to form in the back of my throat.
There are many things Emma does that turn me on. Two of them being biting her lip, and whispering in my ear.
"Let me at least finish your makeup. You need some bronzer to highlight your face and make it look perfect." She says before sitting down on my lap. She leans in towards my face, brush in one hand, and her hand holding my head still.
I can feel her breath brush across my face, as the brush itself lightly forms symmetrical lines on my face.
Her body moves against mine as she finishes up, and I don't want this moment to ever end. She fits perfectly against my body. Her warmth radiates off of her, and her light kisses remove the stress that had been floating in my mind for the past month.
She kisses me one last time, and I feel the urge to deepen it. To spend eternity just touching; holding hands, kissing, hugging, high-fiving. I don't even give a shit as long as she's with me.
*Flashback Over*
"Sir, we really must get going. And you still have something on your face, her alerts me. I nod, and grab a napkin to wipe my face with, and then I follow behind him, knowing that in less than a few hours, I'm going to be a married man. Again.
But this time it will last. I'm positive.
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My legs are about to break. Or I'm going to fall. Is this room spinning? Is my heart even beating?
I've been standing up in this annoying room forever. How long does it take to start a wedding?!
And where is Emma? They're playing the song, so shouldn't she be here? In rehearsals she was walking by now.
Holy shit what if she decided not to get married.
Fuck I knew it was too good to be tr-
Oh my god.
Tears are filling up my eyes.
My vision is blurry.
I wipe my eyes so I can continue admiring my beautiful wife.
All this preparation and anxiety was worth it.
Just to see my beautiful wife-to-be walking down the aisle.
As she gets closer to me, I notice she's smiling. Her gorgeous smile that lights up any room.
Her eyes are wide, showing that she's slightly nervous, but so is every bride at their wedding.
I can see the twinkling of her eyes as she gets closer to me, and I just want to run up to her and kiss her all over. But instead I'm forced to stand in one place and watch her walk slowly towards me.
She finally steps next to me, and there are so many things I want to tell her. But all I can whisper is, "beautiful."
"Sorry that I'm late. My vail wouldn't stay on." She whispers and giggles after.
"We are gath-"
The pastor is talking, I think, but I can't get myself to focus. I mean, how can anyone focus when they're getting married? The love of my life is about to be my wife.
My crush will be mine, and I can finally call her my wife.
My best friend will live with me as my wife.
My freaking world is standing next to me, and I am going to be able to call her my wife in only a little while.
How can anyone focus at a time like this?
She squeezes my hand, and I continue listening to whatever the pastor is saying.
I know it is important stuff that I should probably care about, but all I want to think about is the fact that Emma Pillsbury is about to become Emma Schuester. Mrs. Schuester. My wife.
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"I do" Emma says with a wide smile on her face, and I realize that without realizing it, I had already declared my love for her. Time flies when you're in love.
"You may kiss the bride." I hear, and I lean in for the most important kiss of my life.
Our lips touch, and I swear I see fireworks.
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"Care to dance?" I overhear some student of mine ask. I look over, thinking that they were asking me, when I see Finn holding his hand out to Rachel. I then notice that everyone is dancing, except for me.
Emma has been walking around welcoming people to the party, and as much as I would love to join her, it's quite embarrassing when you don't know most of the people at your own wedding. That and I have drank a tad too much to have a mature conversation.
I look around the room and watch as Puck spins Quinn in a circle, and they both dance with ease. Mostly high schoolers are dancing, but I smile when I see that Emma's parents are slow dancing on the corner of the dance floor.
"Will Schuester, may I have this dance?" I hear a soothing and recognizable voice from behind me. I know who it is from the start, and I feel a blush start to creep up my cheeks.
"Of course, Emma Schuester." I whisper as I stand up, taking Emma's hand in the process.
We stay to the slow beat, and her head rests on my chest. She is my one and only. Her eyes flutter closed as I slightly lean down to kiss her soft lips.
"You're mine, Emma Schuester." I whisper, and I can feel her smile into the kiss.
A/N:
First of all, I'm so sorry for not posting sooner. SATs are stressing the hell out of me. I'm so nervous. That and I've been struggling with anxiety, which is a pain in the ass.
Anyways, how are you all doing? I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Love you all so much!
Sarah
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