Glee Preferences 《 BOYS 》

• Will Schuester •

HIS POINT OF VIEW

You call to me, and I fall at your feet
How could anyone ask for more?

Will reached the conclusion that he was doomed. He was completely, entirely screwed and there was no way out, because one cannot just stop loving his other half, his soulmate. That was what (y/f/n) Sylvester-Ryan was to him. His other half, the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. But he couldn't.

But if there's a pill to help me forget,
God knows I haven't found it yet
But I'm dying to, God I'm trying to

She was so young. Him with thirty-five years of age and her with only seventeen. An eighteen age gap between the two of them. Their relationship as a whole was wrong. Wrong in every single way. He couldn't afford to love her. But he did.

Cause trying not to love you, only goes so far
Trying not to need you, is tearing me apart

And he shouldn't. Because everytime he saw her, everytime she rolled her eyes at some stupid attempt of Puck's to win her back, everytime she had that petulant pout set upon her face and everytime she told him she was so excited for a party her friends were throwing, he was reminded that she was just a teenager. And he was taking advantage of her.

And this kind of pain, only time takes away
That's why it's harder to let you go
And nothing I can do, without thinking of you
That's why it's harder to let you go

Will found himself thinking of that beautiful, smart young woman at all times. The first time they met, he didn't think much of her, but as he got to know her, he slowly fell for her, and her presence haunted his every dreams and nightmares, and most of all, his mind. His love for her only grew, and he was not supposed to let that happen.

Can't see the silver lining, from down here on the floor
And I just keep on trying, but I don't know what for

He felt his legs give up from beneath him and his body violently hit the floor, a sharp intake of breath left his lips. The choir room was completely silent except for his vacillating breath and the few pens rolling after having fallen when he did.

Will closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing, but all that his mind conjured, was the perfect image of her.

So I sit here divided, just talking to myself
Was it something that I did?
Was there somebody else?

'This is for the best', he whispered to himself, 'She needs someone better than me. Someone her age who can grow old with her, make her happy, keep that beautiful smile of hers always tugging at her lips', no matter what words left his mouth, he couldn't convince himself.

Tears started welling up in his eyes, it was for the best, wasn't it? He was making her happy, wasn't he?

When a voice from behind me, that was fighting back tears
Sat right down beside me, and whispered right in my ear

He startled when the sound of the piano stool being dragged away reached his ears. His head almost snapped as he turned around and came face to face with the woman of his dreams. The beauty queen that haunted his thoughts. Standing right before him, her rosy cheeks wet from the trailing paths her salty tears made.

'It's not for the best Will', she shook her head, more tears falling from her face. 'Please, please don't do this. I don't want another man to make me happy. I want you, My Moon'

'You don't know what you're saying (y/n)', Will cupped her cheek, feeling his face getting wet. 'This is wrong, what we have is wrong. We can't go on like this.'

'Of course we can. I love you. I don't want anyone else but you, open your goddamn eyes!', she yelled and slapped him.

The older man was in shock, and so was she. His cheek stung, and he was pretty sure there was going to be a mark of her fingers later on, but his mind went blank and he couldn't think. She had slapped him, and suddenly all his emotions came rushing back to him.

That trying not to love you, only went so far
Trying not to need you, was tearing me apart

'Look how miserable you are. You haven't talked to me for almost a month. I'm miserable too, Papi. Don't let it end likes this. Don't let it end at all. You love me, I love you, who cares what fucking society has to say? When we're together, nothing else matters', (y/n) told him, and then their lips were pressed together. It was slow and it felt bittersweet to Will.

A goodbye kiss. She was giving him a goodbye kiss. All because he couldn't take the pressure anymore.

Now I see the silver lining, of what we're fighting for
And if we just keep on trying, we could be much more

Will raised his head as the echo of someone's feet tapping against the stage's floor reached his ears. There was a stunning girl standing there, in a beautiful blue dress that matched her eyes and white converse. Her hair was up in a ponytail and even from his place half way across the room, he could see she was wearing no makeup.

'Um, hi. I'm (y/n) Ryan, and I wish to join the glee club', her voice came out small, ' I'll be singing Closer by The Chainsmokers.'

'Go ahead', Will encouraged her with a friendly smile, registering her angelic features in his mind.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as his forbidden lover got up, and prepared to leave the choir room, he still felt that spark when they kissed. And he was sure he was going to feel it forever, but forever would definitely not exist if he let her go now.

'Wait!'

Trying not to love you
Only makes me love you more

He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her up on the piano. As their lips met, he could feel her smile, her delicate hands came up to rest on his nuke and started playing with his hair - the hair that her mother hated on so much. His arms snaked around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

When they separated due to lack of oxygen, she wrapped her arms around his neck and let her head fall on his chest, feeling his fast heartbeat.

'I'm sorry. It was such a huge mistake to let you go. I thought I was doing you good. Thought you needed better, someone your age who understood you completely', Will kissed her head. 'I guess you'll have to stick with me.'

'I don't mind that Papi', (y/n) smiled up at him.

'Neither do I Chica', Will pecked her lips and rested his chin on her head, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the peaceful moment with the woman he loved.