Phone? Check. Wallet? Check. Keys? Check. Condom? Will Schuester hesitated. He wasn’t going to need one, was he? He was just going to check things out, see how it felt. Still, it doesn’t hurt to be prepared. He sighed and slid the little square package in his pocket anyhow.
He and Emma had agreed to keep their distance over the break, and it
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I have always wanted a fic with Will in a gay bar; as a patron or the stage dancer. Thanks for delivering!
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