Four.

"Morning Freddie," Carly greeted her dark haired best friend. He had left early for school the morning, so Carly had to take the fifteen minute walk on her own. She, of course, spent the entire journey wondering why Freddie had left for Ridgeway so early, but her wondering hadn't led to any conclusion.

"Morning," Freddie sounded distracted.

"Whats up?" Carly inquired. The halls were quiet, and she decided that now would be the best time to ask him about everything with him and Sam. "Have you, you know, had enough time to think yet?"

"Sam told you that?"

"Of course," Carly nodded. "We're girls Freddie. We don't keep things like this to ourselves. Well, Sam does, but I forced it out of her with a months supply of ham and bacon flavoured bubblegum."

"Ah," Freddie nodded. "That makes sense."

"So, have you?" Carly prodded, dying to know at this point.

Freddie didn't reply, he just watched the front doors, growing paler with each passing second.

"Freddie?" Carly was concerned now. The boy looked like he was going to be violently sick. "Are you okay?"

"No." He replied, swallowing. His mouth felt like a desert.

"Are you going to be sick?" She asked, putting her hand against his forehead to see if he had a temperature.

"No," Freddie repeated. "But I might get my arms broken in the next ten seconds."

With that, he started to move. Carly was about to call after him, but then she realized who he was walking too. Sam, and her halo of blonde curls had just stomped through the front doors of the school.

Before she could even wonder what Freddie was about to do, he did it. He grabbed the sides of her face, and mashed his lips to hers.

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Freddie felt his heart pounding in his chest, and he could practically hear his heart beat in his ears as he approached Sam. His knees were weak, and he felt like running right past her, and out the door. But he didn't.

He took her face in his hands- she had really soft skin, he'd never noticed that before- and pressed his lips to hers. She tasted of bacon, and toothpaste and something that had to be barbeque sauce. It was an odd combination, but it was strangely perfect.

After a few seconds, he pulled back, finally tuning in the fact that the hallway was completely silent, and Sam herself was staring at her.

"I, uh." Freddie began, not wanting to say how he felt in front of the entire student body. Sam solved that problem by kissing him. It was the fourth time they'd kissed, (or the fifth, he really wasn't sure on the whole Melanie subject,) and it was incredible. It was incredible because this time, neither one of them was standing there, completely shocked.

"GET TO CLASS!" A yell from Ms Briggs forced them apart before she could pull them up on breaking the schools no PDA rule.

Freddie looked at Sam, not wanting to go to class until he spoke to her properly.

"C'mon," Sam grabbed him by the neck of his shirt, and towards a supply closet.

"A closet?" Freddie raised an eyebrow. "A little cliche, don't you think?"

Sam ignored his jibe. "So?"

This was the part he had rehearsed over and over. He knew exactly how to form the sentences that would tell the blonde haired demon how he felt, but for some reason, they wouldn't come.

"I.." He began. "I don't know why it took me so long to realize." He said honestly.

"Mama's listening."

"I mean, you drive me crazy. You constantly cause me pain, though not as much as you used to."

"Are you listing out bad things here, or?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

Freddie ignored her. "But you're also funny, and entertaining, and beautiful. I can't imagine not having you in my life, because it would be a really boring place if you weren't."

He was rambling now. So much for whispering sweet nothings and sweeping Sam off her feet.

"Look, what I'm trying to say is.." He paused. "I'm not sure how I feel about you, but I do know I want to find out with you, as my g-girlfriend."

The word in regards to Sam sounded alien as it rolled off his lips.

"You are such a nub." Sam rolled her eyes. "You could have just asked me out,"

"You love it though," Freddie grinned, and received a punch in the shoulder for his quip.

"So is that a yes?" He stared at her intently. "You'll be my girlfriend?"

"Nah, soz." Sam shrugged, moving to the door. "I don't really like you anymore."

Freddie gawped at the back of her head before it dawned on him. "You're messing, aren't you?"

"Nope," Sam refused to turn around, and Freddie could see her shoulders were starting to shake.

"You are," He said, grabbing her from behind and pulling her close. At the feel of his breath tickling her neck, Sam left out a snort.

"I'm not kidding," She tried to say through her laughter. "This is inappropriate touching Benson,"

"If you didn't want me to, you'd have broken my arms by now," Freddie smirked, his hands resting on her waist. That was a good point.

"Fine," Sam said, turning herself around, and putting her hands on his shoulders. "I will be your girlfriend."

Freddie leaned to kiss her, but Sam stopped him with a slap.

"But you pay for everything," Sam began.

"Don't I always?"

"There's no way in hell I'm dressing up for a nub like you."

"Wouldn't want you do."

"I'm not going to go all slushy gushy,"

"As if."

"And if you ever hurt me," Sam grinned wickedly. "I will castrate you."

Freddie gulped. "Eh, uh that seems, uh, fair."

Sam laughed at his obvious discomfort, the sound filling the small closet, and making Freddie's heart skip a beat.

His heart skipped about a million more as his lips touched Sam's. Freddie, he couldn't imagine the feeling of kissing Sam lessening, the sparks dying even just a little.

Sam finger's were knotted in his hair when the door to the closet swung open, and a very angry looking Ms Brigg's stood outside, the janitor beside her.

"Principal's office," She barked. "NOW!"

Freddie blinked slightly, his eyes adjusting to the brightly lit halls of Ridgeway. It was like going from a windowless box into the center of the sun, stepping from the closet into the hallway.

As Sam caught his hand in hers, Freddie smiled. He could care less about being sent to the Principal, and the inevitable detention they would receivce for skipping class.

Sam Puckett was his girlfriend, and nothing was going to bring him down from that high; not anytime soon at least.

FIN.

Author's Note: And, we're done. Thanks for sticking with this, and for all your lovely reviews, alerts and favourites. It means the world, honestly! I hope you enjoyed this giant dollop of fluff, and while there's no way on earth the next iCarly episode will be like this, I do hope it'll be Seddie.

Or I will be very, very sad. My poor shipper heart wouldn't be able to take it xD

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