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 krumnut and mickey1980, who came up with: "Are you just playing with my head?"
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
Head Games
By carpesomediem
"We can't keep doing this to one another," Brooke suddenly said, startling Sam. Sam was studying at the kitchen table, it was late. Brooke had been in bed, or so Sam thought, and the house was eerily quiet until the blonde broke the silence.
"Can't keep doing what?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow in the process and setting her pen down in the spine of her textbook.
"Are you just playing with my head?" Brooke asked in all seriousness, taking a seat across from Sam at the table and waiting nervously for the brunette's response.
"No, Brooke," Sam chose her words carefully, "I'm not." This was not a conversation she wanted to have at two in the morning. Not now, not ever. But Brooke was at her breaking point. The stares, the lingering touches, everything they'd been circling around one another with lately was making her feel as if the world had been turned upside down.
"Then, what game are you playing at? I can't take much more of this. I don't know what to do or say. I don't even know how to act around you anymore. I know I'm not the only one wondering just what's going on between us-"
"-I can't do this right now," Sam bolted upright, toppling the bottle of water next to her onto the floor in a mess. "Shit."
"Let me," Brooke was on her feet the moment Sam stood up and made her way around the table, grabbing a towel from the counter. She started to clean up the water before Sam had a chance to stop her.
When she looked up, the brunette was gone, her books and study materials strewn across the kitchen table.
"So much for that ending well…" Brooke sighed while Sam locked herself away in her bedroom, slinking against the door and fighting back tears.
The End