DISCLAIMER: Popular is the intellectual property of Ryan Murphy. I simply dabble in his sandbox, make his characters gay for each other and enjoy the turn on that follows.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is for splendid_it, who requested: "Don't you even think of dropping me." I think this might be the funniest one of these prompts, hopefully, that's the intent, anyway.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
Carry On
By carpesomediem
Don't you even think of dropping me, Sam," Brooke said in a panic. She was holding onto the brunette's shoulders for dear life, afraid she was going to be dropped. Her ankle hurt, she could feel the pain shooting up her calf every time she moved it.
They'd headed towards the local 7/11 by foot, wanting to pick up some junk food and Slurpees. On the way back, Brooke had tripped on a banged up piece of sidewalk and twisted her ankle. She'd tried to be proud, tried to walk on it but she just couldn't.
So, out of nowhere, Sam just tried to pick her up. The first attempt had been less than graceful and Sam almost fell over in the process, but the third time was the charm and now Sam had a good hold on Brooke even though the blonde was a little nervous about the three block walk home.
"I'm not going to drop you," Sam said calmly. "Just relax. Does it hurt-"
"-Relax? Relax? How am I supposed to relax?" Brooke started to squirm again as she worked herself up.
"If you keep moving around, I am going to drop you!" Sam exclaimed, having to stop to steady both their weights. "Just calm down, it's not much further."
"I can't calm down!" Brooke moved just enough with that outburst to cause Sam to lose her footing, stumble a bit and land backwards. "Oh, no, Sam! Are you okay?"
Sam just sat there, still holding Brooke and wincing in pain.
"Seriously, are you okay? Talk to me, Sam!" Brooke saw Sam close her eyes briefly, still sitting upright before the brunette took a deep breath and spoke very softly.
"See? I didn't drop you."
The End