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 mickey1980, who requested I write a story inegrating the following words: "Lies, Tricks, Doors, Scandal, Relief, Ill."
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
To Pick a Lock
By carpesomediem
Sam slipped the debit card out of her back pocket, twirled it in her fingers like she was some big time criminal before looking down the hall to make sure the coast was clear. The last thing she needed was her actions being taken out of context, another scandal to her name. Her mom was sleeping in the master bedroom, she'd come down with the same thing Brooke was terribly ill with the stomach flu.
She hadn't seen Brooke in two days, during the worst of it; Sam was forced to continue on to school. Mike and her spent a few hours during the night bonding, mostly over dinner and idle chit chat while the brunette did her homework at the kitchen table. Sam could tell lies with ease to get a story out of someone, and she did what she could that night to get out of their conversation early. When Mike retired to the bedroom to be with her mom, she headed to her room and retrieved her wallet.
It wasn't until today at school Sam realized she missed Brooke terribly. That's when she hatched the plan to break into Brooke's room. She'd come home yesterday realizing the door was locked, she jiggled the handle quietly only to be barred from entering. Even the door from the bathroom was locked. Brooke never locked the doors.
Sam was filled with relief when the card worked to open the door. She'd learned a few tricks from Lily during her more rabid crusader days, picking a lock this way the first of the bunch. She easily urged the door open, enough to make her way into the room, and she stopped in her tracks when she came upon Brooke's form.
The blonde was laid out across her bed, the bottom half of her body covered in a light blue top sheet. The rest of her body lay bare, naked. To pick or lock or to not pick a lot, that was Sam's dilemma, and now she found herself in a new one; to leave or not to leave, that was the real question.
The End