Fic: Hypothetically (Popular, fanfic100)
Fanfic100, Part 14/100 -- check here for the chronology of completed fics
Title: Hypothetically
Fandom: Popular
Pairing: Sam/Brooke
Rating: PG
Prompt: 082 If; written for the fanfic100 challenge
Word count: 651
Disclaimer: Alas, I don’t own the characters of Popular. They belong to Ryan Murphy, but hopefully he won’t mind if I borrow them for a little while.
Summary: Sam’s a little confused, so Brooke clears things up.
A/N: Takes place immediately after the last part, “Beginning of Something Different”
A/N2: Thanks muchly to my betas, theagonyofblank and wolfemeister !
Sam couldn’t seem to stop blinking. And she still couldn’t get any kind of coherent words out of her mouth. Brooke simply stared at her, all wide-eyed and gaping back at Sam.
‘You’re shocked?’ Sam wanted to yell at her. ‘Try being me in this situation!”
Finally, Sam found her voice and a bit of her vocabulary once again, and managed to stammer out, “Did... Did you just kiss me??”
Sam’s words managed to shake Brooke out of her sudden stupor. Brooke blinked a few times herself, before her eyes finally focused back on Sam. She felt an intense blush spread rapidly across her cheeks, and wondered if Sam would kill her if she just walked away without saying anything. Death might be better than the utter mortification she felt at the moment, though.
“Um. Well. I.” Brooke had absolutely no idea what to say. “What if I did?”
Sam just stared at Brooke incredulously for a moment. “What if you did?? What the hell does that mean?” An almost pleading look came over her as she continued, “You gotta help me out here, Brooke. With the whole recently-been-in-a-coma thing, I’m still a little loopy a lot of the time, and I’m honestly not sure if what I think happened a minute ago actually happened.”
Brooke started to panic. She had no idea what had come over her, but she just wished that she could melt into the floor right then. She covered her face with her hands momentarily, before taking a deep breath, and forcing herself to face Sam. She wasn’t sure, but it seemed like Sam had kissed her back. Still, Brooke couldn’t tell whether Sam actually wanted the thing that happened to have happened, so for the moment, she decided to stall a little longer.
“Well, I mean... If I did kiss you, and I’m not saying that I did, then, um, maybe I...maybe I only kissed you in a way that friends kiss each other all the time! Or maybe...maybe there are lots of different reasons why I could have kissed you, and none of them are reasons that you should worry about, so it really wouldn’t be a big deal. If I kissed you. Hypothetically.”
Brooke almost whimpered in embarrassment. This was not going well.
Sam regarded Brooke, trying to wrap her mind around what in the world Brooke had just said. So that meant that Brooke had kissed her, right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t be acting like a complete spaz all of a sudden. And while Sam had been relatively out of it since she woke up from the coma, she hadn’t actually invented any false memories yet, and she definitely did remember Brooke kissing her. Kissing her in a way that friends don’t kiss each other all the time.
And if Brooke kissed her like that... Well, then there was really only one possible conclusion to be drawn.
“Okay, that really didn’t make any sense,” Sam noted. “But if you kissed me, hypothetically, then I might decide that the polite thing to do would be for me to initiate things and kiss you next time. But if you didn’t, then I guess I-”
Sam didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence, because then Brooke’s lips were back on hers, and there was really no possible way to misinterpret things this time.
Instinctively, Sam’s arms found their way around Brooke’s back, pulling the blonde tighter against her. Brooke’s hands buried themselves in Sam’s thick hair, and Brooke still couldn’t really believe that this was happening, but she’d now kissed Sam twice in the span of five minutes, and kissing Sam was actually really nice.
Sam wasn’t sure how long they stood there, kissing, before they finally broke apart. “Well,” she began, unable to hide either the surprise or the arousal in her voice, “I guess you did kiss me.”
Hesitantly, Brooke smiled. “I guess I did.”
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Another A/N: I'm going to try not to take forever in updating this again, but work + grad school applications have taken over my life, so no guarantees. Sorry!
Title: Hypothetically
Fandom: Popular
Pairing: Sam/Brooke
Rating: PG
Prompt: 082 If; written for the fanfic100 challenge
Word count: 651
Disclaimer: Alas, I don’t own the characters of Popular. They belong to Ryan Murphy, but hopefully he won’t mind if I borrow them for a little while.
Summary: Sam’s a little confused, so Brooke clears things up.
A/N: Takes place immediately after the last part, “Beginning of Something Different”
A/N2: Thanks muchly to my betas, theagonyofblank and wolfemeister !
Sam couldn’t seem to stop blinking. And she still couldn’t get any kind of coherent words out of her mouth. Brooke simply stared at her, all wide-eyed and gaping back at Sam.
‘You’re shocked?’ Sam wanted to yell at her. ‘Try being me in this situation!”
Finally, Sam found her voice and a bit of her vocabulary once again, and managed to stammer out, “Did... Did you just kiss me??”
Sam’s words managed to shake Brooke out of her sudden stupor. Brooke blinked a few times herself, before her eyes finally focused back on Sam. She felt an intense blush spread rapidly across her cheeks, and wondered if Sam would kill her if she just walked away without saying anything. Death might be better than the utter mortification she felt at the moment, though.
“Um. Well. I.” Brooke had absolutely no idea what to say. “What if I did?”
Sam just stared at Brooke incredulously for a moment. “What if you did?? What the hell does that mean?” An almost pleading look came over her as she continued, “You gotta help me out here, Brooke. With the whole recently-been-in-a-coma thing, I’m still a little loopy a lot of the time, and I’m honestly not sure if what I think happened a minute ago actually happened.”
Brooke started to panic. She had no idea what had come over her, but she just wished that she could melt into the floor right then. She covered her face with her hands momentarily, before taking a deep breath, and forcing herself to face Sam. She wasn’t sure, but it seemed like Sam had kissed her back. Still, Brooke couldn’t tell whether Sam actually wanted the thing that happened to have happened, so for the moment, she decided to stall a little longer.
“Well, I mean... If I did kiss you, and I’m not saying that I did, then, um, maybe I...maybe I only kissed you in a way that friends kiss each other all the time! Or maybe...maybe there are lots of different reasons why I could have kissed you, and none of them are reasons that you should worry about, so it really wouldn’t be a big deal. If I kissed you. Hypothetically.”
Brooke almost whimpered in embarrassment. This was not going well.
Sam regarded Brooke, trying to wrap her mind around what in the world Brooke had just said. So that meant that Brooke had kissed her, right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t be acting like a complete spaz all of a sudden. And while Sam had been relatively out of it since she woke up from the coma, she hadn’t actually invented any false memories yet, and she definitely did remember Brooke kissing her. Kissing her in a way that friends don’t kiss each other all the time.
And if Brooke kissed her like that... Well, then there was really only one possible conclusion to be drawn.
“Okay, that really didn’t make any sense,” Sam noted. “But if you kissed me, hypothetically, then I might decide that the polite thing to do would be for me to initiate things and kiss you next time. But if you didn’t, then I guess I-”
Sam didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence, because then Brooke’s lips were back on hers, and there was really no possible way to misinterpret things this time.
Instinctively, Sam’s arms found their way around Brooke’s back, pulling the blonde tighter against her. Brooke’s hands buried themselves in Sam’s thick hair, and Brooke still couldn’t really believe that this was happening, but she’d now kissed Sam twice in the span of five minutes, and kissing Sam was actually really nice.
Sam wasn’t sure how long they stood there, kissing, before they finally broke apart. “Well,” she began, unable to hide either the surprise or the arousal in her voice, “I guess you did kiss me.”
Hesitantly, Brooke smiled. “I guess I did.”
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Another A/N: I'm going to try not to take forever in updating this again, but work + grad school applications have taken over my life, so no guarantees. Sorry!