A/N: This is a prompt suggested by someone on the "Don't Stop Believin'" forum on here. I love me some Sue (even if she is pure evil), so I just had to use it. Oh, by the way, I'm taking a bit of a break on Defying Gravity, due to some writer's block. I figured I wouldn't desert you guys completely, so here's a couple of drabbles to keep you guys happy.

Finn/Quinn

(takes place pre-Ballad)

I can't figure out for the life of me what Q sees in that kid. Sure, he may be her baby daddy, but he doesn't have much going for him other than his football player status. He's dumber than a post, from what I can tell; a total pretty boy.

And what's so damn special about being the leading man of the glee club? So what if he can prance around and serenade her? It's not like they're worth anything here at McKinley; at the end of the day, my Cheerios will always be better than Will Shuester's glee misfits.

I bet she's only with him so she has someone to pay her medical bills; her Bible-belt parents would probably disown her if they found out she got pregnant out of wedlock.

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Will/Emma

(takes place pre-Sectionals)

I think it's obvious by now that I cannot stand Will Shuester, for several reasons. For one, he's been trying to steal the spotlight from my Cheerios for months now, and it's really getting on my nerves. Another thing I can't stand about him is that he seems to think everyone at this school worships the ground he walks on, just because that annoyingly shrill and perky guidance counselor obviously has a thing for him.

I could cut the romantic tension between those two with a steak knife. It sickens me, the way they're always staring at each other oh so longingly while eating lunch in the lounge. They're like a couple of hormonal teenagers. I'd rather hang myself from the football goal posts than watch those two interact.

What in the name of God could Bambi possibly find attractive about Shuester's overly coiffed locks (which, in my humble opinion, make him look like a lesbian)? All that girly hair product is obviously seeping into his brain. And how could Shuester find that neurotic, cartoonish mysophobe appealing?

I guess it's that "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" crap. God, those two really make me want to vomit.

Reviews are to me what glee is to Will.