A/N: Honestly, I have no idea what I was thinking when I started writing this. I've never even attempted something like this, so keep that in mind. I am also highly unsure of the final pairing. Leaning towards Cam, perhaps a hint of Seddie. Fair warning, this could all be a terrible mistake, but that just makes it more of an adventure! So strap yourselves in and get ready for a crazy ride.

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership to iCarly. This show is the sole property of whoever owns it and yadda yadda.

"No, you don't." The brunette crosses his arms defiantly over his chest as he shook his head.

The blonde sighs and slumps against the wall of Freddie's room. She'd come all the way here to Bushwell Plaza to admit something very difficult both to Freddie and to Carly. Choosing to tell Freddie first was a matter of trying to put off telling her closest friend just a little longer. She also figured if anything, Freddie probably wouldn't freak out as much as Carly would. "You're making this more difficult than it has to be."

He snorts. "Well, pardon me for not falling right into another one of your pranks, Sam, but I don't believe you."

"What, do I have to show it to you to convince you?" she questions, voice rising in volume as she grows slightly irritated.

This question makes Freddie pause. Could Sam really be telling the truth? Or was this a bluff? "Whip it out," he dares.

Sam challenges his stare with her own, and undoes her belt. Outwardly appearing calm, internally, Sam's mind was abuzz with frenzied thoughts about revealing her secret to someone. The sound of her zipper breaks the silence and Fredward Benson finds his jaw near the floor when he sees an unmistakable lump sitting pretty in Sam's tight white boxer briefs.

"Do you believe me now, or do you need to give me a blowjob to authenticate?" the blonde asks, lowering her brow as she spoke.

"N-no, I believe you now!" Freddie confirms, face flushing at Sam's words and he averts his eyes to the ceiling fan while she zips up her fly. He scratches the back of his neck and was definitely glad his mom had stepped out before Sam came over. Having her eavesdrop on this conversation would only be a very bad thing. "I guess I owe you an apology, Sam."

The blonde looks down at her feet, trying to shake some of the awkward tension out of the air. "I forgive you. I guess it is a little hard to believe." She shrugs.

Freddie pushes one of his hands into his pocket. "No kidding." He almost couldn't wrap his head around all this. There were so many questions that he wanted to ask, but he figured a large portion of them had the potential to make things even more awkward and uncomfortable. He decided to stay on the safest topics. "So, does Carly know?"

"Er, not yet." Sam pushes off of the wall. "I wanted to tell you first. I feel like if either of you were to react the least, it would be you."

The brunette nods. "You might be right. I hope that it goes well," he says, taking a step towards his friend. "Do you want me to come with you for support?"

Sam smiles at the offer, glad that she had a true friend in Freddie. "No, that's alright. I have to do this myself," she says, straightening and trying to look tough again. Vulnerability was never one of her strong points.

"I understand." Freddie takes a few steps towards Sam and embraces her in a warm hug, despite her shift back to her tough demeanor. "Just know that if you need me, I'm here."

"Thanks, Freddie," Sam says, sighing against her friends shoulder. Freddie can't help but feel a twinge of something unidentifiable. He felt almost honored that Sam had trusted him with this, and even more so that he had been told before Carly. Pulling back, he examines Sam's face. She looks like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders.

"What made you tell me now?" Freddie wonders out loud.

Sam runs a hand through her blonde tresses. "I'm just tired of hiding it," she relates. "It's hard to have people close to you when there's a deep dark secret you're hiding."

Freddie nods in comprehension. He knew this fact all too well himself, but he doesn't say that. They continue to talk for a while, Freddie inquiring about how she had managed to hide it, and what it was like. Sam became more comfortable with the topic the longer they discussed it, and ultimately, she was glad that she had confided in Freddie; she could even say that they were closer for it.

"Alright, I'm gonna head over to Carly's now," the blonde announces. "Wish me luck."

Freddie walks her to the door and gives her another hug. "I hope it goes well," he says, honestly.

"Thanks," comes an equally sincere reply, and then the door closes behind her. Freddie sighs and walks back to his room to think.

So concludes chapter one! Thanks to everyone who made it this far. Please review, because if I don't feel like anyone is reading, I will discontinue and focus on my other story. Speaking of, I will be updating that in the days that follow, but not tonight since I'll be enjoying my weekend :P I know, how selfish am I?