Warnings/Spoilers:Ryan Murphy... Blah, blah, blah. A drabble.
Summary: Everybody needs somebody to hang on their wall.
If Kennedy High were the latest men's magazine, every boy that walked into that building would want their hands on the lush teenage graces of Brooke McQueen. Well, every boy and Sam McPherson. Of course, the brunette would never admit that she, too, lusted after the pert blonde. She'd never have to buy that magazine, though, one of the only benefits she concluded from living with Brooke. After all, a magazine only shows you stills, all Sam had to do was walk into that bathroom during the blonde's morning routine and imagine what she looked like underneath that white towel.