A/N: Wow, I'm astounded by the amount of feedback you guys gave me! You are absolutely wonderful.

Sue Sylvester sat down on the shabby leather couch in the teacher's lounge, startling the woman sitting on the cushion next to her.

"What's the matter, Ellis? You look happier than a fly on a shit."

Emma lifted her eyebrows at the mention of such a dirty word and hastily shut her laptop.

"I don't know what you mean, Sue."

Sue narrowed her eyes in her usual fashion, lowering her voice threateningly.

"I can tell when something's going through your system. I've seen that same grin on my Cheerios' faces when they score another 10.0. It's because of all those pesky endorphins running through your system…"

"Well, endorphins are a hormone released by your brain when you work out, or eat chocolate, or…"

"When you're in love?"

Emma's eyes widened, and the email she had just received popped into her mind.

Hey Em,

I've been thinking about which tie I should wear tonight, and I guess it depends what colour you're wearing … let me know.

Alright, this is the sixth time I've re-written this email. I was considering doing it again, but I guess I should send it. Basically, I can't wait to see you. And who cares what colour you wear? Scratch what I said earlier. You're going to look beautiful.

Will

Her face had flushed the deepest possible shade of red when she read his last comment. He was such a gentleman, in every possible way.

Naturally, she was beaming as she rested her fingers against her keyboard, her mind swirling with words, trying to settle on the ones that would give him the same reaction …

But Sue had interrupted.

"Don't go back into your shrink mode yet, Ulma. If my presumption is correct, which it always is, you've got that little heart of yours set on that solid hunk of man meat we call a Spanish teacher. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Don't get your hopes up. He's still married and you're still with Ken, aren't you?"

Emma cleared her throat. Sue was certainly misinformed.

"Um, thank you, Sue, but I have no feelings for Mr. Scheuster whatsoever."

"I bet. Take my words to heart, Emily. You may be my charity case for the day."

The nerve of that woman.

Sue stood up, the hot pink nylon of her gym suit making a swishing sound as she strode away. Emma narrowed her eyes and decisively opened her laptop, cleaning the keyboard carefully with a disinfecting wipe before resuming her typing.

Will,

I haven't really thought about what I'm going to wear yet.

Advice from countless self-help books she had read over the years came to mind. "Honesty is vital in any relationship."

However, I tend to buy dresses without having any place to wear them, so the back of my closet should give me quite a few options.

"And, keep in mind that flattery can get you far."

Tonight will be wonderful, though. I know I've never mentioned this before, but you always look good in a suit. I'm expecting tonight to be no different, with or without a corresponding tie.

Emma

With a contented sigh, Emma pressed the "send" button. With the familiar image of Will in a suit branded firmly in her thoughts, she felt ready to face another afternoon of problem-solving.