A/N: Yay, more Spongebob slash! I haven't posted any slash stories in a while. Working on other stuff. Think of this as my apology gift. :D

So, this story is just Squidbob. Not a very long one. It will have more chapters than "Without You, We Would Be Nothing". Hopefully more than 10. But with this story, unlike my others, I actually have my ideas down in notes, so I'm not just typing and making up stuff as I go. It's just a matter of when I'll have the free time to continue posting. Often, I hope.

Anyways, enjoy the Squidbobby-ness! Not much since this is the beginning chapter, but there will be much more to come. :3

Oh yeah, and I don't own Spongebob. Viacom and Stephen Hillenburg do.

"So after I went in to feed Gary his cat treats, I went back to my living room to watch t.v., and you wouldn't guess what was on." Spongebob bounced excitedly from behind the window where the dinghy sat as he talked to his fellow co-worker, Squidward.

Squidward, who was leafing through a magazine, pretending to listen to the sponge's constant chattering, shrugged his shoulders lazily. "I don't know. I really don't know." The last sentence, he looked Spongebob straight in the eye with a dull expression that he hoped would silence him. He knew it wouldn't.

"Aww, c'mon, Squid!" Spongebob giggled, smacking Squidward's head playfully."It'd be too easy if I just told you."

Squidward rubbed the spot where Spongebob had hit him, and put down his magazine. "Fine. If it will make you shut up." Without moving, he turned his head towards him, head in his hand, giving him the most disinterested look he could possibly muster. "Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy."

Spongebob laughed. "Nope! Not this time!" He giggled like it was the most hilarious thing in the world that Squidward had gotten the guess wrong. "Guess again?"

Squidward groaned. "Spongebob, how do you expect me to know what idiotic shows you watch in your free time?" He demanded.

"Weeeeell, this one you might know..." Spongebob said, singsongy. "We watched it at one of our sleepovers."

"First off, that was in no way a sleepover. That was-"

"Hey, dude? Can I get some service here?" An annoyed fish from behind him asked.

Squidward rolled his eyes and groaned. "Sure, dude. As long as it gives me some freedom away from him." He pointed behind him to the happy-go-lucky sponge. He pulled his pad of paper and a pen. "What will you-"

"But, Squidward, you still need to guess!" Spongebob said impatiently from behind him.

Squidward gritted his teeth at the sound of the voice. Trying to keep his anger from boiling, he held up one tentacle to the customer, telling him he'd be right back. He stepped out of the cashier boat, and walked into the kitchen, folding his arms at the young boy. "Can you shut your trap for a few minutes so I can get back to serving those customers?" Squidward hissed, trying to keep his composure. "The sooner I get done with them, the sooner I can get out of this hell hole and back to the comfort and sanity of my own home!"

Spongebob blinked at Squidward for a moment, then burst out laughing. "That's not a guess..!"

Squidward glared hatefully at him before finally losing his temper. "FINE! Was it House Fancy?" He demanded, almost too loud.

"Nope..." Spongebob said, smiling innocently.

"Was it Pacific's Got Talent?"

"Nope."

"The Fancyson Hour? And I swear to Neptune if you say yes to that-"

"Dahahaha! Nope!" Spongebob giggled, anticipating an answer.

"Um... What other good shows are there...?" Squidward was now getting sucked into Spongebob's little game and he didn't even realize it. He rubbed his temples in frustration as he tried to come up with an answer.

"Well, I wouldn't say it's a great show..." Spongebob murmured. "It has it's moments. And it's musical numbers."

Squidward's eyes lit up and he snapped his tentacles as he tried to think of the name. "I know this... It sounds familiar..."

"Put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans?" Spongebob gave him another hint as he said the lyrics of one of the songs from the show. "Remember that?"

Before Squidward could answer, a sharp yell came from outside the window. "HEY! Are you guys gonna serve us or what? We're starving!" The octopus turned around to see a few fish sticking their heads through the window, all glaring hatefully at the two. He could see many more behind them.

Squidward slapped his forehead, not believing that he let himself get absorbed into Spongebob's games once again. He glared at the fish who were complaining loudly. "Keep your fins on! I'm coming right now!" He yelled right back. He shot a hateful glower at Spongebob, who just smiled nervously, before heading outside to take the fishes orders.

After he left, Spongebob headed back to his place at the grill. Only a few moments later, what seemed like a mountain of paper came flooding through the window. Squidward didn't tell him what the orders were as he usual did. He didn't look at him. Even as he tossed more orders through the window.

Spongebob went to grab some fresh patties to put on the grill, and as he cooked them, he began to feel guilty for making the fish yell at Squidward like that. Wanting to cheer him up, he slowly reached his finger up and poked the back of Squidward's head lightly. Nothing.

Second tap.

Nothing.

Third tap.

Nothing.

Fourth tap, fifth tap, sixth tap, seventh ta-

"WHAT?" Squidward demanded as he finally gave in to the ungodly annoying pokes. He was practically fuming by now.

Spongebob leaned in close to his ear. "It was Glee." He whispered to the octopus softly.

Squidward blinked for a moment. "That's it? That's the mindblowing show that you were trying to tell me about?"

"Well, it was the same episode we watched together that time, and when Teenage Dream came on, I just couldn't stop singing!" He laughed loudly. "I can't believe you couldn't hear me!"

Squidward rested his head lazily in the frame of the window, not having the energy to explode out of anger at him anymore. "Yeah, me neither..." He mumbled. He honestly hadn't heard him at all, which was surprising, considering how loud Spongebob could be.

...Actually piercing was a better word to use.

"But remember that? We were dancing on the couch, on the table, in the basement..." He stared at him dreamily. "Good, good times..."

"I think that was just you dancing."

"Still, it was so fun." He began humming the tune of the Katy Perry song to himself as he flipped a patty onto a plate and began to put fixings on it. "Let's go all the way tonight... No regrets, just love..." To be fair, he did have a pretty good voice.

"Thank Neptune you don't know the meanings of those words..." Squidward muttered to himself, taking a few patties Spongebob just placed on the frame of the window.

When he came back from giving the fish change, Spongebob gasped suddenly. "Squid, you know what would be really fun to do?" He began bouncing in place.

Squidward didn't even bother with a witty or sarcastic remark this time. He wasn't in the mood. "What?" He asked,.

"If you come over this weekend for a sleepover..." He held out his hand in suspense. "But not just a normal sleepover. A Glee karaoke sleepover! How does that sound?"

"Just ravishing."

"Great, so you want to?"

"Look, Spongebob, I'd love to lose my dignity by singing that awful garbage and degrade myself even more by having a...sleepover," Air quotes. "with you. But I think I'll pass. At age 24, it becomes a little controversial for two men to have a karaoke party, in their underwear no less." He could just picture a scene like that playing out.

Spongebob cocked an eyebrow. "Conversesial?" He struggled to pronounce the word.

Before Squidward could answer what the word meant, the door leading to Mr. Krab' office in the kitchen burst open. The crab immediately rushed over to Spongebob. "Lad, come with me into me office now." He took Spongebob's scrawny arm in his claw. "I have a job for ye."

As Spongebob was dragged by his boss, he smiled at Squidward through the window. "Hey Squid, call me and let me know if you can come later!" He winked at the octopus before disappearing behind the steel door.

A/N: Glee. One of the best television shows out there. So much so that I made Spongebob obsessed with it in this story. XDD You won't believe how hard I laughed while writing the "skin tight jeans" part. Just imagine Spongebob in skinny jeans singing that song...