Title: "Do You Salsa?"
Warnings/Spoilers: I'm just borrowing. *sighs* Ryan Murphy took them home first. A drabble.
Summary: Brooke teaches Sam how to salsa.
"It's not that hard, McPherson!" Brooke rolled her eyes, planting her hands on her hips.
"So speak the one with a sense of rhythm," Sam retorted, her hand on her knees and her insides threatening to come up her throat. She was sweating profusely and looked up to see Brooke staring. "What?"
"You're not even moving!" Brooke replied annoyingly. "Who thought teaching salsa could be this difficult?"
"Maybe if you stood behind me, guided me…" Sam suddenly blurted out without thinking. Her eyes darting away, her back straightening as they both now stood in a stalemate on the dance floor.