William Schuester looked up from the sheet music he was holding, just in time to glare into the eyes of Sue Sylvester. Standing a few feet away from him, Sue held Will's gaze, neither of them blinking. This went on for several minutes, oddly going unnoticed by the students around them. Of course, this staring contest situation happened so frequently with Sue and Will, that most of the students had learned to ignore it.
What is this feeling so sudden and new?
I felt the moment I laid eyes on you.
My pulse is rushing.
My head is reeling.
My face is flushing.
While looking at Will with as much hate as she could muster, which happened to be a lot, Sue's mind raced with thoughts of pure anger. People ask me why I loathe William Schuester so much, when the real question they should be asking is why would anyone ever not loathe him? I mean, look at him. With those smug little eyes and that smirk that always seems to be on his mouth. Not to mention the ridiculous amount of chemicals he puts in his hair to make himself look nice when in reality all its doing is making me want to shave his head.
What is this feeling? Fervid as a flame,
Does it have a name?
Loathing. Unadulterated loathing.
For your face, your voice, your clothing.
Will was using everything in his power not to look away from Sue. She couldn't win this, even if it was just a childish staring contest. He had been humiliated by her too many times to let her win now. In the middle of wondering how Sue, or he, for that matter, could hold a stare for so long without blinking, Will began to ask himself questions. Why does she hate me so much? What did I ever do to her? She's the one who's constantly taunting me and making daily remarks about my hair. What did I do to make Sue Sylvester angry?
Let's just say I loathe it all.
Every little trait however small, makes my very flesh begin to crawl, with simple utter loathing.
There's a strange exhilaration in such total detestation.
It's so pure so strong!
Though I do admit it came on fast, still I do believe that it can last,
And I will be loathing you my whole life long!
More minutes passed. Finally, after realizing that there was really no point in staring at each other any longer, Will walked away, slightly ashamed of letting Sue win. The coach of the Cheerios, on the other hand, was very happy with herself as she watched the Glee Club's supervisor walk away without looking back. Once again, she thought, Sue Sylvester walks away victorious.
Though I do admit it came on fast
still I do believe that it can last and I will be
Loathing for forever.
Loathing truly deeply,
Loathing you… my whole life long!
Of course, to anyone watching the rather long exchange of emotion, it would be safe to say that, no matter who wins, Will Schuester and Sue Sylvester will always share the feeling of complete and utter loathing.