A/N: I thought about this one for a while...and finally wrote it today. Hope you like it. It was hard to get into Sue's head...I'm not completely sure I did her justice.

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it.

"What is wrong with you?" The little pipsqueak guidance counselor burst into Sue's office and interrupted her conversation with Hillary. It was nothing special, just a 'keep me in your good graces' type of call. Sue's good graces, not Hillary's.

"I'm sorry Madam Secretary, I'm gonna have to call you back." She smiles at the intruder, granted its one of her patented 'annoy me and I'll main you 10 ways to Sunday' smiles, but a smile nonetheless. "Love to Bill."

"There is a boy, in that glee club that might lose his father." She says, as if Sue had no clue what was going on. She was Sue Sylvester, she knew everything that occurred in Lima. "How could you get in the way when all anyone is trying to do, is give that poor child just a little bit of comfort?" 'Comfort? Hah.' though Sue. 'That's the last thing anyone, besides myself is giving that boy.' "What happened to you Sue? Please tell me what horrible, horrible thing happened to you, to make you such a miserable tyrant?"

"Have a seat." She commands as she stands up to close the door to her office. "Ever since I was a little girl, I've had exactly one hero. My big sister." She pauses, thinking back on all the times that she fawned over her big sister, and looked up to her. "You know how much I worshipped her?" She was the sun and the moon to me." She sat back down and took a breath before speaking again. "And while I was still very young, I noticed that other people didn't feel about her the way I did. People were rude to her. They were cruel, they laughed at her." The doe-eyed squirt looked slightly uncomfortable and Sue came to the annoying conclusion that she honestly had no clue what was being said.

"Jean…gosh. She's so amazing. But not everyone understands that Down Syndrome doesn't mean stupid." The look of realization hit the redhead's face and she probably just realized why Sue had taken Becky Jackson under her wing. "I prayed so hard….that people would stop being cruel to her. All the while my prayers weren't being answered. So I prayed harder, and harder. After a while I realized that it wasn't that I wasn't praying hard enough, it was that no one was listening."

There was silence for a few seconds before Sue spoke again. "Asking someone to believe in a Fantasy, however comforting, isn't a moral thing to do. It's cruel."

"Sue, don't you think that's just a little bit arrogant?"

"It's as arrogant as telling someone how to believe in God, and if they don't accept it, no matter how open hearted, or honest their dissent, they're going to hell? Well that doesn't sound very Christian does it?" Sue tells her, with something akin to a frog in her throat. Akin to, because Sue doesn't get something as mundane as a frog in her throat. She gets more of a newt, or a salamander.

"Well if that's your belief that's fine. But please keep it to yourself." Emma replied.

"So long as you do the same. That boy doesn't want the false promises that prayers can give him. He does not want the false hope that comes with faith. That boy may lose his father at any moment. He needs to prepare for the worse, and hope for the best. Not prepare for the best, and be blind sighted if the worse comes. You should start preparing him for that.

"It's not up to you to determine what's best for Kurt, Sue."

"No, you're right. That's his father's job. Even I am not so arrogant to think I outrank his father, but his father is unconscious in a hospital right now. Whatever you're thinking, field mouse, I do outrank you. I've asked him what he wants, instead of assuming what he needs." Sue stands up and opens the door for Emma, an act of politeness not usually seen through the actions of one Sue Sylvester. "Now get out of my office. I realize you're only half orangutan, but I'm still very allergic to your lustrous ginger mane."

"You're wrong Sue. Kurt needs the support his friends can give him. He needs someone to tell him that things are going to be okay."

"Absolutely. He just doesn't need their religion as well."