A/N: Sue is just too fun to write :P

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"Well, hello, slut," Sue Sylvester greeted Will as he entered her office, a smug tone in her words.

Will bit his lip, fighting to remain civil as he sat down opposite of her. "We need to talk."

"Having trouble getting laid ever since that doe-eyed guidance counselor destroyed you?" Sue smirked, taking a sip of her power shake.

"Sue, I'm serious—"

"So am I, William," Sue interrupted him. "Your presence in this school is a disgrace, and frankly, I'm glad that Edna mustered the guts to put you in your place."

"Come on, Sue," Will sighed, running a hand through his curly locks. "We both know that wasn't Emma's idea…"

"Listen to yourself, William," Sue spat back at him. "You are so concerned with your own pathetic reputation that you are willing to degrade others in the process. Does it matter if Ellen conceived the idea of confronting you herself? No, William! The fact that she went and delivered her accusation with such finesse is what truly counts. Now I won't sit here and pretend to actually care about others, William. In fact, I rarely contribute to a cause unless it somehow will benefit me. But you care. You care, William, or has the excess amount of product you've been slathering in your hair seeped into your brain and somehow altered your personality? If I'm not mistaken, you are the one who cared so much about Eileen that you recommended her for counseling. Or was that only for your own gain so that you could get your hands under those ridiculous blouses without her throwing a tub of bleach on you? I happen to know that Emma is seeing a renowned psychologist who's helping her to gain the confidence that you so obviously want to smother—and yes, William, I just addressed her by her given name because she deserves the respect she's not receiving from you."

Will let out a huff of breath, throwing up his hands. "Sue, you're being ridiculous! Of course I care about Em—"

"You know what, William, I'm done taking to you. I have no further desire to continue to converse with an arrogant, misogynistic man-whore like yourself. Now get out of my office."

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After kicking a locker and yelling a string of profanities down the empty corridor, Will took in a deep breath, relaxing as he came to his senses.

As much as he hated to admit it, Sue was right.

He had messed up. He had really, really messed up, and though Emma's heated outburst in the faculty lounge was no more mature than the way Will had been acting, she deserved the confidence and respect that she had claimed when she destroyed his reputation.

As he passed her empty office, he wondered what sort of flowers were her favorite.