Warnings/Spoilers: I'm just borrowing. *sighs* Ryan Murphy took them home first. A drabble.
Summary: Brooke and Sam get locked out of the Palace.
"I can't believe of all the stupid things-"
"-Shut up, Sam," Brooke cut in. "This is just as much your fault as it is mine."
"How is this my fault?" she demanded, still trying to get the front door open. It was pouring out, and Brooke made it to her car just as the downpour began soaking her from head to toe. Sam just stared, jaw dropped.
"If you didn't need me to get your books out of my carů:" Now, they were locked out, but at least Sam had something to look at until Mike came home from work.