A/N: Uhm, I don't know how else to say this. Is this just too weird to continue with? I'm not sure how many people want to picture a Sylvester/Beiste pairing. If you might be interested in seeing more, let me know. But I definitely wouldn't take it in a smutty direction; if anything, it'd be romantic and maybe a little angsty. Also, I know it's short, but I didn't wanna write a really long story that I wasn't sure anybody would want to read.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, hmk?
Oh, bile. Gag. No, wait. Blink it away, maybe you're not seeing right.
Sue Sylvester stands in the dimly-illuminated hallway, outside the door to the boys' locker room. She stares through the glass pane with her mouth agape, a look of utter disbelief set haphazardly on her face.
The suddenly rattled Cheerios coach looked again, and this time she knew she wasn't mistaken. There, sidled up next to each other on the bench, were Will Shuester and Coach Beiste. Shannon. Their faces had been perilously close together just moments before, but now they had met in a chaste kiss. They both smiled as they pulled away, and Sue wrenched herself away from the door, gut churning with what she knew was unspeakable enmity. As she strode back to her office and shut the door rather quietly for her state, she had to ask herself why she felt so sick. It had been a timid, whisper of a kiss. Barely a thing. And it was between two people she despised. So then, despite her attempts at rationalization, why was she seated in her dark office, death-gripping her desk chair, stomach still flipping and cheeks still burning red-hot?
Will. It must be him. Leftover feelings from when he'd tried to get inside her head. She never did kiss him, she smugly told him he sickened her. And now here she was, sickened yet again, and it must be because of him. There was no other reason for her to be feeling this. None whatsoever.
On her drive home, she smirked to herself. She now had leverage over her two biggest enemies at McKinley - and she was certainly not about to let it go unused.