Warnings/Spoilers: I'm just borrowing. *sighs* Ryan Murphy took them home first. A drabble.
Summary: The tension is mounting between Brooke and Sam.
You could cut it with a knife. Sam knew there should be a better metaphor, but Brooke made her brain a bit hazy, and she couldn't quite come up with anything that sound better. She was frustrated, even more so than the blonde, simply because she couldn't make a move without thinking she was a total idiot for even thinking she had a shot. She wasn't the only one who felt the tension, it was getting tedious for Brooke, pretending like she didn't care about Sam when all she wanted to do was spend every single waking moment with her.