What inspired me to do this? Well, I'm not exactly sure. I was watching some episodes of Glee the other day after I watched some episodes of House and, well, I though Sue would like our Dr. House very much. I mean, he's an attractive man who loves tearing people down! It's like her dream!

However, this is not my new ship. *shrugs* I'm still a strong Huddy girl, myself.

Dear Journal,

I think I am in love.

It all started when my Cheerios went to Nationals in New Jersey. We were going to win, of course, as we always do. Those moronic judges should just give us the trophy at the beginning. Then we wouldn't have to sit out in the hot sun spoiling my new designer jumpsuit with the tears and sweat of our opponents…but I digress.

Unfortunately one of the Cheerios started barfing up a storm right when we got on the bus. I told her to stop whining and hold it in until we get home, but the damn bus driver started to get worried that she could be seriously sick and blah blah blah. Anyway, that's how I got stuck at a hospital waiting for the little waif to stop losing her lunch. I was getting horribly bored and seriously considering just leaving her there and hitting the road. Then suddenly, I saw something that kept me sitting just a little longer. A man. But not just any man.

He was sitting in the room across from us with a lump of boy who was rambling on about various medical problems he had. The man was obviously a doctor, but he looked about as excited as I was. He had slightly scruffy pepper hair and a similar beard, and I must say, after nothing but long, torturous hours of Will Schuster's man-perm it was nice to see a male who liked to look a little messy. He had striking, icey blue eyes, a simply delicious frown, and no white coat. Hm, that meant he was even a little rebellious. His fingers twiddled on a long wooden cane (I tried to only think about the actual tool for the crippled here, but it was hard). I've never seen another man with such atrociously good looks.

"Listen, kid," he said to the brat, "You want to hear my opinion? Stop watching B-list medical dramas with your mom that make common everyday bugs seem like life threatening diseases. I promise your symptoms will clear up fine."

My heart sang.

I've never met another who so matched my beliefs of telling people what they needed to hear. Most think that we need to cater to their pathetic little egos. But this, no, this was a wonder. This was a miracle in disguise as a medical professional. This was the man for Sue Sylvester.

"That's Dr. House." The nurse said when I asked his name. "Sorry if anything he said bothers you, he's a little unorthodox."

Dr. House. It's an odd name, journal, but it was perfect. Simply perfect.

Then, Dr. House seemed to notice me staring and got this adorable confused and unnerved look on his face. I turned away, smiling to myself.

"Ms. Sylvester?" Some of the Cheerios asked. I woke myself up, seeing the girl who got us here in the first place walking out of the hospital room.

"She'll need to take some medicine for a little while, but otherwise she'll be fine." The nurse said, "She just has a bit of a bug."

"Com'n." I mumbled at her, taking her by the arm and pulling her towards the door, making her have a lurch. I didn't want to leave Dr. House before we even met, but the Cheerios were already loading into the bus and it was my only ride home. So I abandoned him as the bus pulled away from the hospital.

Well, journal, I have returned to McKinley Highschool. I have returned to Will Schuster and his poodle hair. Journal, if I ever return to New Jersey, I must find that man again. We would unleash upon the world a team so strong the pitiful wimps like Schuster would cower in fear.