Warnings/Spoilers: I'm just borrowing. *sighs* Ryan Murphy took them home first. A drabble.
Summary: Sam's writing sentences in detention, old school style.
Brooke couldn't stop staring at her. It was so unlike her, too. But Sam brought this ferocity out of her. It was something carnal, almost primal in many ways and at the same time all new and exciting. She watched as the brunette walked back and forth, writing lines on the chalkboard before her. It was some form of sadistic punishment Glass came up with for her being a smartass in class again. Brooke wasn't complaining; she could watch Sam's form without much distraction. As usual, Sam was oblivious, too, which made it all the more enticing for the blonde.