Word Count: 100
Author's Note: I'm just borrowing. *sighs* Ryan Murphy took them home first. A drabble.
Summary: Brooke and Sam go stargazing.
"You're not cold, are you?" Sam asked, pulling Brooke closer involuntarily. Brooke leaned into her, finding shelter under the small blanket.
"I'm good," Brooke replied quietly, "Now."
They'd gone to the cliffs overlooking the ocean to stargaze, away from the city lights and noise. Of course, they chosen a chilly night, despite the weather report saying it'd be humid. So, Sam did what she could to keep the blonde from shivering, and that meant wrapping the blanket around her and pulling her close. Not that Brooke was complaining.
"I'm glad," Sam whispered, mentally kicking herself for admitting that out loud.