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: Why do I keep typing this? It's been almost 10 years since the show's been on air, if Ryan Murphy isn't coming to kick my ass by now, I think it's a safe bet he's not showing up to sue me anytime soon. ;) This is part of my drabble request fest. For krumnut.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
"I can't believe we're lost, Sam," Brooke was gripping the brunette's arm tightly. She was hiding, really. Mary Cherry's idea of a Halloween maze was a combination of pure terror and redneck bliss. Of course, Mary Cherry would think wielding a chainsaw and chasing down her Kennedy High classmates would be fun. Only Nicole would watch from the sidelines and laugh as April Tuna and Emory dick wet themselves. It was truly a night of terror.
"I can't believe we're here to begin with," Sam jumped when she saw something up ahead. "What's that there?"
"I don't know!" Brooke screamed.
"They're probably inbred," Brooke said. "Who knows what Mary Cherry flew in for this?"
"I don't care what they are," Sam came to a sudden stop. Brooke practically ran into her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "I need to breathe, Brooke." But Sam wasn't having issues breathing due to Brooke's grip; it was the proximity, the adrenaline and a hint of something else lurking beneath the surface.
"I'm I'm sorry," Brooke stuttered. She tried to loosen her grip, but Sam put her hand over Brooke's and held it in place.
"It's fine. I got you."
"I'm so glad that's over," Sam sighed, rubbing small circles on Brooke's lower back. She was still filled with terror on some levels but something else on another. It'd been a long night, neither one of them wanted to deal with that just yet.
"Me, too," Brooke replied. Brooke was leaning her head on the brunette's shoulder, her eyes still closed. They were waiting for Harrison to make his way through the maze so they could score a ride home. No way were they staying for Mary Cherry's after party; who knows what else she had in store for them.
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