Will
Will was down. He felt sick, not just from last night's alcohol but also from the images of Carl that were constantly replaying in his head and the thought of Carl doing that to Emma. He had lain awake for hours thinking about what to do about the pictures on his phone before he eventually drifted off to sleep. He had hoped to see Emma's face this morning, wished that seeing her would somehow help him make his decision. She hadn't been in her office and he had thought something may have happened to her but he had seen her later in the day deep in conversation with a student and she hadn't noticed him. He had stood and watched her for as long as he could before turning and heading to the choir room. He sat by the piano with his back to the door and looked through the pictures he had taken last night. Emma would accuse him of trying to sabotage her relationship with Carl out of jealousy and he didn't want to lose her friendship. After all it was better than nothing.
Sue
Peering over Will's shoulder she saw the images. He had been so deep in thought he hadn't noticed her come into the room and so sue sneaked back to the door and made her entrance again/ this time she ensured that she made her presence as known as possible.
"Hi sue" will said without turning
He sounded really down, not that sue cared. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for to ruin Will. If that redhead didn't speak to Will again he would be distraught and would quit his job meaning glee club would be disbanded. Victory was within reach.
"Hey Will, Figgins wants to see us. I tried to get you out of it, told him I was hugely allergic to your disgusting hair and all the creatures that live in it. I feel the need to add that it also looks more repulsive today due to the simple fact you seem to have run out of your normally endless supply of feminine products"
"I'm coming sue" he said sadly, ignoring her insults. He seems really; really down about this sue thought to herself. She was concerned for a whole ten seconds before realising this victory would be immense. She could picture it now.
She just needed those photos.