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A/N: I want to say that I don't tend to like to update until you folks tell me you're liking the way the story is going. Even if I don't reply to everyone's reviews personally I definitely read every one of them and take them each to heart. I've gotten such wonderful feedback from you guys, and I hope that continues! Thanks again!

Oh and I realized that I forgot to thank my beta, Karen, during part 6. She beta'd that and every piece that follows. The best beta a girl could ask for. Thanks Karen.

Part Eleven

Brooke rounded the corner and headed to Sam's locker with a huge smile on her face. She looked around before slipping the note in the girl's locker and then headed into the Novak. She paced around the bathroom going over her words in her mind. She didn't know why she was so nervous. It was only Sam. They'd been going out for two months, two gloriously wonderful months, and Brooke was the happiest she'd ever been. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. You can do this, she told herself over and over again. A few seconds later, a very confused Sam wandered into the Novak.

"Okay, so I got this note from you telling me to meet you in the Novak because you have something important to talk to me about," Sam said, holding the note in question out to Brooke.

The blonde spun around with a panicked look. She walked around the room, checking to make sure the stalls were all empty. Then she turned back to Sam. "Please…um…sit." Brooke said nervously, spinning the equally stunned girl around, and gently shoving her onto the Novak's tuffet.

"Um, okay, Brooke breathe and tell me what this is all about." Sam said slowly.

"Right, well, um, we've been going out for almost two months, right?"

"Yes…"

"Well I didn't know if you…I mean that is to say…are you happy?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be? Why? Are you happy? Ohmygod, you're not happy anymore! What was I thinking? How could I eve-"

Brooke walked over and took the brunette by the shoulders. "Sam, Sam calm down. I am happy. Extremely happy! I couldn't ask for a better girlfriend." Brooke said with a gentle smile, pressing a little kiss on the budding journalist's lips.

"Okay, so if you're happy, what do you need to talk to me about?" Sam asked, her brown eyes full of confusion.

Suddenly all of Brooke's nervousness came back, and she felt like she might empty what little contents she had in her stomach. "It's more like I want to ask you something."

"Brooke, whatever it is will be fine. Just ask me," Sam said with an encouraging smile.

Brooke returned the smile before kneeling in front of her. "Okay, I'm just going to come out and say it." She paused to take a deep breath before continuing. "Sam, will you go to the prom with me?"

The blonde wasn't sure what exactly she'd been expecting. Truthfully she hadn't let her mind think that far ahead, but even if she had, she definitely would not have been prepared for Sam's reaction. A bubble of laugher escaped from behind the hand that was covering her mouth, and before long, Sam was doubled over in laughter.

"Wow, I'll take that as a 'no.' So I'll just head on over to class, and we can just forget all ab-"

"Brooke!" Sam exclaimed taking the blonde face in her hands. "I wasn't saying 'no.' I was laughing because you had me so worried that it was something else. I half expected you to hyperventilate." Sam added with a gentle smile.

This caused Brooke to pout. "I don't think it was that funny."

"Aww, come here. You're right. It wasn't funny. It was down right adorable. The most adorable thing I've ever seen." Sam said, brushing her lips against the blonde's. The kiss was long and deep, causing Brooke's heartbeat to accelerate. They pulled apart when the need to breathe finally won. "Of course I'll go to prom with you."

Brooke couldn't stop the huge grin that sprang to her lips. "Great! Now there's so much to plan! We have to get a limo, and we'll wear matching colors…"

"Whoa, Brooke! Slow down…First off, I'm not into the cliché limo thing. Second, matching colors? Contrary to what you might think, Princess, I do not look good in pastels. Third, are you really sure that you want to go to the prom with me? I mean we-"

"What? Now you don't want to go with me?" Brooke asked feeling her chest tighten.

"Not this again! If I didn't want to go, then I wouldn't have said 'yes.' I meant are you sure you want to go with me, because then you'd be taking a girl to the prom. The only people that know about us are our parents and our closest friends. This is a huge deal."

Some of the air left Brooke's happiness balloon. "Are you worried about that?"

"Aren't you?"

"You know, I hadn't really thought about it. I…I don't think it matters to me. I'm a senior. This is supposed to be my last big 'Thing,' you know? I can't imagine doing that without you. What does it matter that people might not agree with what I'm doing? I'll graduate in three weeks, and all I'll be is a faint memory in the minds of people who never took the time to get to know me, the real me. Telling my dad was the hardest thing I ever had to do, and even though it was rough for a little while, we got through it. So, I don't think I care at all. I have you, and that's all I need."

Sam's tears spoke volumes to the blonde. She cupped the brunette's cheek before moving to kiss the salty wetness away. "I love you, Sammy," she whispered.

"I love you too, Brooke," Sam whispered back, brushing her lips against Brooke's. She pulled away and placed her head on the blonde's shoulder. "When you put it that way, it makes perfect sense. I never thought I'd see the day when 'The Great Brooke McQueen' didn't care about popularity. I must be rubbing off on you."

Brooke chuckled before placing a kiss on top of Sam's head. "Not in the way I want you to, McPherson," the blonde said in a sly tone.

"Keep it in your pants, McQueen." Sam replied with a smirk, as she lifted her head. "We both agreed it would be a good idea to wait," she added before sliding her fingers into Brooke's silky golden hair and pulling the blonde to her in a heated kiss.

"I never knew it would be this hard," Brooke responded when they parted. Her voice had taken on a husky tone and she fought hard to stay in her place. They stared at each other for a moment, each daring the other to move. The distant sound of the warning bell broke through the haze of sexual tension, causing Sam to blink first. Brooke smirked triumphantly. "Saved by the bell, McPherson."

"Yeah, lucky me…" Sam replied in her own rich, husky tone, causing a shiver to rush through the blonde. She allowed her chocolate brown eyes to rake up Brooke's body, igniting a flame within it. It always surprised Brooke how Sam could render her speechless with a single look, but she enjoyed every deliciously torturous second of it. "Lucky indeed…" Sam said again, before dropping a chaste kiss on the still silent blonde's lips and heading for the door. "See you at lunch, McQueen. I hope you're as hungry as I am," Sam added as she walked out of the door.

Brooke finally exhaled as the door swung shut quietly behind her girlfriend. She collapsed onto the tuffet, groaning in frustration. Sam was a little too good at getting her to go from normal to raging inferno in about 2.3 seconds, and so far, Brooke had been behaving herself. And where had that gotten her? Make out sessions cut off prematurely because they'd gone too far, many a cold shower taken in the middle of the night after innocent touches had become anything but innocent, Sam wearing skimpy little tanks and boxers as nightwear…when had Sam acquired these items and why wasn't Brooke aware of them prior to two months ago? She should have known all that passion the brunette devoted to journalism would spill into every other aspect of Sam's life. Brooke was more than willing to not put any pressure on the journalist because she understood how squeamish Sam was about sex. She let Sam do all the exploring she thought she needed to while the blonde kept her hands firmly at her side, as to not overwhelm her, but there was a definite line between exploring and teasing. And Sam was definitely teasing her, but that was all about to change. If Sam wanted teasing, she'd get it.