This was just brilliantly written. I am actually tearing up a little.
She sits at her desk and cannot stop Will Schuester from breaking in.
He swells up in her mind, filling it with his infuriating earnestness and his inappropriately emotional pedagogy, and she can feel a gap in the well of her shoulder where he rolled his head that time he danced for her. She curls her fingers into fists. She thinks of lawsuit threats, hallway combat, the Lindy Hop, fist bumps.
...
Physical exhaustion overrules emotional exhaustion. This is her gift to them: a good night’s sleep. A few hours of forgetting.
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She sits at her desk and cannot stop Will Schuester from breaking in.
He swells up in her mind, filling it with his infuriating earnestness and his inappropriately emotional pedagogy, and she can feel a gap in the well of her shoulder where he rolled his head that time he danced for her. She curls her fingers into fists. She thinks of lawsuit threats, hallway combat, the Lindy Hop, fist bumps.
...
Physical exhaustion overrules emotional exhaustion. This is her gift to them: a good night’s sleep. A few hours of forgetting.
Just brilliant.