Word Count: 100
Author's Note: I'm just borrowing. *sighs* Ryan Murphy took them home first. A drabble.
Summary: Brooke's there for Sam when she needs her the most.
"Isn't this supposed to be the other way around, Brooke?" Sam asked, shying away. Brooke held her ground, hand firmly planted on the brunette's upper back, comforting her in any way she could. But then Sam pulled away slightly, and Brooke followed her movements, not budging.
"What do you mean?" Brooke asked tentatively. Sam met her eyes again, her own eyes wet from tears.
"I'm the strong one, aren't I supposed to not fall apart?" she sighed, shaking her head.
"You forget I'm a cheerleader," Brooke smiled, patting Sam's back. "I'm always going to be here to cheer you on."