After what felt like the longest weekend of his life, Monday had finally come for Will Schuester. Although he had tried to make himself busy with grading homework and making new lesson plans, he couldn't get the image of Quinn that Friday night when they were alone in his apartment out of his mind. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. It was beginning to worry him. He couldn't really be attracted to a high school student. Not his student. Could he?

As Will was organizing his lesson plan for the next class, he caught a whiff of the awful stench of energy drink. He knew that smell very well and what was coming next.

"Ah, William, just the little hombre I wanted to see," Sue said as she casually strolled into the cramped, little room.

"I'm busy Sue, what do you want?" Will said quickly as he gathered his papers. He really wasn't in the mood to have a row with Sue today-or any day for that matter. But he already had enough on his mind.

"Oh nothing, just wanted to let you know that I just can't wait to see your little glee club perform on Saturday," Sue smirked, picking up the pile of papers Will had spent the last twenty minutes organizing and tossing them back on the desk. Will tightened his jaw, struggling to keep it from dropping.

"Excuse me?" he managed to keep his composure.

"At Regionals, didn't you hear? I'm one of the judges," Sue responded proudly as she, once again, succeeded in getting under Schuester's skin.

"You've got to be kidding me! Sue, you can't be a judge!" Will raised his voice, on the brink of losing his cool. Sue just laughed, relishing in Will's frustration.

"Let me break it down for you Will, this year, it has been decided that Regionals will be judged by celebrities, and I'm a celebrity now, William," Sue explained.

"This can't be right, I'm going to Figgins," Will said, shooting up from his chair and hastily walking towards the door.

"Don't bother Will, Figgins doesn't have any control over the Show Choir Governing Board," Sue smiled evilly. "You'd just be wasting your breath."

Fighting the urge to punch his fist through the wall, Will returned to his seat and sat back down. He tried to speak calmly, "Do you have any idea how hard my kids have been working, Sue?"

"To be perfectly honest Will, I am having a really difficult time hearing anything you have to say today, because your hair looks like a little briar patch." Will sighed, rolling his eyes. "I keep expecting racist animated Disney characters to pop up and start singing songs about living on the bayou."

"Sue, I really could care less what you think about me, but you cannot do this to those kids," Will argued, standing up so that he was now eye level with the ruthless cheerleading coach.

"Will," she gasped, mockingly offended. "I resent the implication that I don't play by the rules."

"You leaked our set list at Sectionals Sue!" Will shouted, no longer able to keep his tone civil.

"I have no recollection of that."

"I will not let you do this. We have worked ourselves to the bone to get to where we are-"

"You know Will, you keep talking but all I'm hearing is the mantra of victory I'll be chanting once your little Glee Club crumbles into nonexistence!"

Will was so furious he was shaking. "Sue, if you pull anything that puts Glee Club's chances of placing at Regionals in jeopardy, I swear I'll-" Will threatened in a low, dark tone.

"You'll what?" Sue scoffed. "You'll report me to Figgins? Go ahead, that's worked so many times before right William?"

Will's fists were clenched, his jaw tight. With the amount of rage fueling throughout his body, he felt that if Sue pushed him any further, he would finally snap.

"Well, I'll see you Saturday then," Sue said as she turned for the door. "Good luck."

***

"We're doomed," Artie sat dejectedly in his wheelchair, his face bleak and his eyes filled with hopelessness.

"Now, Artie, you don't know that," Will responded, trying to lighten the boy's mood.

"Yes, we do," Santana butted in, "Coach Sylvester told us she was going to crush Glee Club at Cheerios practice…"

"Yeah, she said, I'm going to crush Glee Club," Brittany sighed.

"The whole freaking year," Puck griped heatedly, "All that hard work for nothing."

"I just can't believe that this is all going to be over in a week," Tina whimpered, wiping her teary eyes.

"Wait, who said it's going to be over?" Finn said, trying to keep positive.

"Oh please," Mercedes rolled her eyes, "Like you and Puck are even going to acknowledge my existence once we're not in Glee Club together anymore."

The room was suddenly consumed by a painful silence, excluding the sounds of muffled sobs and snivels. To Will, it seemed as if everyone had lost all hope. It felt like Glee Club really was coming to an end. Everything they had worked so hard for, all the dreams that had started becoming reality, would all be over-just like that. And they would all go on, back to their old lives, as if none of it had ever happened.