She'd spent more than an hour working out how to tell that mess of a man Will Schuester that she was one of the Regionals judges. She'd considered doing it via impeccably choreographed cheerleading routine, but that would take time, even for Sue Sylvester, and she wanted to see the look on his face now! Nothing she came up with could do it justice, and when she saw him putting up his pathetic little posters she just couldn't hold it in anymore.
She strode past him contemptuously. 'Hey, buddy. See you on Saturday.'
'Wait. What?' Oh, how she hated that idiotic look of confusion.
'At Regionals. Didn't you hear? I'm one of the judges.' The warm feeling of self satisfaction spreading through her chest was exquisite.
It drained away in an instant when she saw Hummel staring at her from across the hall. The hurt in his eyes seamed to stab at her and left her with horrible, unfamiliar feelings.
This was new. Whenever someone else's happiness had stood in her way before she'd just steamrolled over them without a second thought. Even Rod Remington hadn't brought about these kinds of feelings.
At least the meeting with that mongoloid Figgins brought a shine back to the day. Honestly, what did Will expect him to do? The man was impotent even in his own school.
As she approached the door of her office she wasn't surprised to see the familiar, lithe figure standing outside. She didn't look at him as she unlocked the door and strode inside.
'When were you going to tell me, Sue?'
She sat and steepled her hands under her chin. 'What can I say, Lady? I hadn't really thought about it.'
'Why?' He held her gaze. 'You had to know this would hurt me. Do you even care?'
'Why are you surprised, kid? You don't need Glee, you're a cheerio now. I'm doing you a favor.' She waved a hand dismissively and reached for a pile of permission slips sitting on her desk.
'How can you say that? You don't get to decide things like that. I don't need you to make choices for me and I don't belong to you. My friends in Glee matter to me and if you ask me to choose between you and Glee then you're going to loose.'
'Sue Sylvester never looses!'
A tear ran down his cheek. 'Well I'm not one of your trophies.'