Adrianne found herself dawdling down the halls as she made her way to the faculty lounge for lunch. This small fragment of time, she found, was always the best to keep her ears open in order to catch gossip. She assumed the fact that she had to walk past the gym and locker rooms significantly aided her pursuit for information—people just didn't seem to pay as much attention before and after physical (or the façade of) exertion. That was how she'd learned so much about herself: the girls chatting about her alleged relationship with Ken; the boys nickname "Bang Her" (something she'd heard with little reprieve since she was 14, excepting the 3 years she was married).

She slowed as she passed Jesse's locker, with the owner by himself and engaged in conversation on his cell.

"No, I'm sure no one saw…Fine, I'll ask her…Tonight won't work for me—we're rehearsing some pieces…"

She was so focused on listening and looking inconspicuous she didn't notice Ken until she'd just about run into him.

She giggled embarrassedly, "Sorry, Ken," and smiled brightly at him. She also tried not to smirk as he not-so-subtly sucked in his gut and grunted hello.

She gave up on her eavesdropping and they began walking together to lunch. After a few unsuccessful attempts at a dialogue, Adrianne gave up and began rambling about an old game with Bobby Knight she'd dug up. She had found, after walking with Ken a few times, that while he didn't seem to like talking to her, he didn't mind her talking to him, especially about basketball and coaches (she quickly found he didn't like talking about football, oddly enough, or Glee). The fact that she did so with her normal (if not more) enthusiasm made her realize the fuel she was adding to the romance whispers.

As they finally reached the lounge, Adrianne watched in pleasant surprise as Ken reached to open the door. His chivalrous gesture was interrupted, however, by one Sue Sylvester's shoulder shoving past them, opening said door, and standing in the doorway as she turned to them both.

"You know," She said, her mouth practically spitting her distaste. "I've seen my share of things that made no sense, but you two." She turned to Ken, "You get dumped by a nervous mouse of a woman for a man that looks like a brunette Chia pet and decide to rebound on the gold-digging Flashdancer over here-" she fixed her gaze on Adrianne "-who seems to be obsessed with men dressed like women."

"Excuse me?" Adrianne was almost at a loss in the wonder of the cogs that were Sue's mind.

"Oh come on: men in Nair-short shorts; frilly collars; enough product in their hair to insulate a large bovine," She heckled, as Ken flushed slightly. "It's like you're trying to one-up those girls who have an ugly friend so they look better by comparison."

Adrianne couldn't help herself: she laughed. She actually thought Sue was interesting, despite the constant harassment she seemed to surround herself in like a fine mist.

"Sue," she replied, recollecting herself. "Being around you is like being around an insane hybrid of Don John and Dogberry." She smiled at her own analysis, although she could tell Sue was less than impressed.

"Unfortunately, as I was born in the last 500 years, your comment is lost not just to me but to the entire living population," Sue retorted.

At that moment, Will and Emma reached the door. Assessing the apparent standoff, Will asked, "Is there a problem here?"

Sue assessed the four teachers with sincere disdain. "So many that I neither have the time nor desire to go over all of them." She then turned on heel and walked inside.

After a stunned moment, Adrianne began laughing again. Will and Emma shared an awkward chuckle, but Ken simply grunted and walked through the door. Despite a small edge of guilt, Adrianne couldn't help but enjoy the entirety of the situation, and the three of them walked through the door.