Ok this is my first iCarly story, so constructive criticism/ comments, are really appreciated! And I'm not exactly a doctor so if I get any pregnancy info wrong I'm sorry, and some of the stuff I might make up, so please just go along with it.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, If I owned I iCarly, Seddie would've happened and I'd be rich…. (I'm not rich)

"Sam you have to go! Please! I think Ryan likes me and he said I could bring some friends!"

"So?" Sam replied chugging down some more root beer.

"So? It's like he's testing my popularity, I'll look like a complete loser if I show up all alone. Please Sam!" Carly paused, "I hear Paul's Deli is catering it, you know, the deli with the really good ham, and the mini pizza's and the cinnamon cake?"

Sam sighed and pulled at one of her curls, she looked over at Carly who had her hands clamped together like she was praying, for Carly Shay that was the ultimate begging.

"What about Fredork, did you ask him?" She already knew the answer, Freddie would do anything for Carly, he worshipped her.

"He says he won't come unless you do." Carly watched Sam lift an eyebrow, " he says he doesn't want to be the loser on the couch sipping soda while the girl he came with flirts with Ryan."

"Weird enough I actually agree, you know not in that 'I have a crush on you way' but more like a 'you're using us, and your going to ditch us way.'" She sighed, "They're really not my kind of people, but fine, I'll come."

"Yes! Yes! Thank you Sam!" Carly perked up and threw her arms around her friend.

"Yeah, Yeah now let go of me!" Sam replied, pushing her friend away before the two burst out in laughter.

"Come on lets go get ready!" Carly said, grabbing her friend's hand and leading her upstairs.

"What?" Sam asked, why would anyone care what she looked like?

"You deserve to meet a nice guy too!"

Carly wore a red dress, it had halter top styled sleeves and went down to her knees, a pair of black flats, a black pearl bracelet, a fresh coat of peppermint lip gloss.

Sam on the other hand, wore a turquoise blouse, with charcoal skinny jeans (she had refused a dress), blue converse, a small silver necklace with an S charm on it (it was originally Carly's and stood for Shay.) She wore her hair in a ponytail, which was so unlike her.

Freddie simply wore jeans, black high-tops, and a grey t-shirt that said: Couch Potato- Chips.

"Way to be fancy Fredward."

"I'm going to ignore your insults tonight Sam, I'm going to pretend you're not their." Although that would probably be difficult since they were sitting right next to each other on the couch.

"What psychology book did ya get that one from? Aww, look Carly and Ryan are slow dancing, don't you wish that was you." She laughed as he sneered at her and stood up.

"Where're you going?"

"To get some punch."

"Grab me some alright."

Freddie simply nodded in reply and returned a moment later with two plastic glasses both filled with red punch. He handed one to Sam and they drank it in silence, the punch was so good, he had to get some more.

He and Sam had probably drank about four glasses of punch each, Sam had more punch then ham, and that was saying something.

~~~~~ (Sam's POV)~~~~~~

I suddenly felt like dancing and letting loose, Carly's not the only one who can have fun; I grabbed Freddie's hand and pulled him onto the dance floor.

Techno Song. Disco Lights. Converse squeaking on the floor. Laughter. Dancing. Me.

All I could see was the forms of fast dancing people on the floor, everything was blurry, it felt like still pictures, going from one to the next, but things weren't moving in rhythm. Then I saw Freddie.

He pulled me closer to him and we were dancing.

Wait, was dancing like this wrong? My head went to my hand and I felt dizzy, I needed a drink that was all. I was just thirsty. I went to grab some punch, and before I knew it Freddie was next to me chugging some down too.

~~~~~~~~Freddie's POV~~~~~~

Sam and me were dancing awful close, but she left to get a drink. I glanced over at her.

"No!" I tell myself, "No! Don't look at Sam that way, those looks are saved for Carly!"

I must be losing my mind, I need a drink.

The next thing I know Sam and me are back on the dance floor and I feel like I can fly. We're dancing, Our faces so close, and now I can feel her breath on my face, We lean in.

~~~~~~~~~~Sam's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm kissing Freddie Benson. I feel like I can fly. The next thing I know he's scooping me up and twirling me around My hand running through his hair, I feel this weird gap type thing in his neck. (A/N: Just imagine a diagonal line shaped scar that goes in instead of out, lol.) I trace my fingers over it, now Freddie's walking, we're going upstairs.

I'm lying down, he's on top of me, my hands around his neck, and we're making out on a bed. I have Freddie all to myself. I lean forward and pull his shirt off.

"Lets do it." I whisper under my breath as he nods.