Warnings/Spoilers: Everything belongs to Ryan Murphy; I just bring the characters out to play. A drabble.
Summary: Sometimes we have to take the armor off.
Only one person could solicit the whole spectrum of emotion from Sam McPherson, and it was the last person on Earth the brunette would admit. Brooke McQueen made her skin crawl, she backed her up against the metaphorical point of no return, and Sam craved it like morphine. It dulled the aching loss she continued to suffer at the hands of the world around her, and it made her feel whole again. But it was only a matter of time before her armor would chip away, and she had no idea that it was the blonde's intent since day one.