Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ryan Murphy

A/N: Oh wait I have nothing to say

Prompt: Idea came from any number of bathroom tryst themed fics. I think specifically it was a Rachel/Quinn fic, from Glee, which is also the intellectual property of Ryan Murphy.


Sam figured once or twice, no one would notice. It would be perfectly ok, it wasn't like anyone knew they were together. Perfectly O-K, no suspicions whatsoever, lots of people did it. It would all be fine.

She did her best to reassure herself, building up the courage to raise her hand. She was surprised by how normal and relaxed her voice was when she said, "Ms. Glass, Brooke's been gone for a while and she looked a little sick, I'm gonna go check on her if that's alright."

"Why not, McPherson? Normally I'd just say, "survival of the fittest" and let McQueen puke it out, but mama got some sugar last night, do whatever you want."

Sam could practically feel the eyes of her classmates boring through her, but she chalked it up to over-active nerves.

But when she opened the door to the Novac and was immediately pressed against the door, lips and a tongue replacing the dryness in her mouth, feverish hands replacing the fabric around her hips, Sam's nerves forgot about the classroom.