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 hynotic_n_crazy who requested the following prompt: "Brooke moved to San Francisco, Sam followed."
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
Wherever You Go, I Will Follow
By carpesomediem
Brooke moved to San Francisco, Sam followed. It wasn't rocket science. It was the nature of her relationship with the blonde. Wherever she went, Sam followed, even if that meant San Francisco. Now, she was at the cornerstone of gay pride, and she knew she was lost in more ways than one.
She lost the directions to Kelly's home, even though she swore she put them in her back pocket before she left that morning. But now they were nowhere to be found, and Sam was lost in the middle of a city she knew nothing of. Brooke was here, somewhere. She'd find her, she'd have to.
It wasn't until two days later, a hostel behind her and an empty wallet did she find herself on a familiar street looking a little worse for wear.
"Homeless much, Sam?" Brooke's voice caught the brunette off guard.
"Brooke?" Sam didn't want to believe she'd been walking around the block for an hour and she was in the right place all along. It'd been a long night, she was tired, hungry and needed a shower. The last thing she wanted was to just run into Brooke on the street.
"Last time I checked," the blonde responded softly. "What are you doing here?"
"Wherever you go, I follow," Sam said softly, sadly. There was something in her eyes, so much more behind that statement. Brooke didn't know where to start or what to say, finding her almost step-sister wandering down the block looking for what must have been her new home broke her heart. But shut understood, and she wrapped her arms around Sam's shoulders and pulled her close.
They just stood there, looking at one another as if something just clicked in their heads and they finally understood what had happened to them over the years.
The End