Title: Choosing Is Overrated.

Pairings: Cam, Carly/Freddie/Sam threesome and mentioned Drake/Josh/Spencer threesome.

Rating: PG-13 (just for a steamy kiss or two and inappropriate video watching.)

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or Drake & Josh.

Summary: It all started when Carly and Sam stumbled upon a very racy video of Spencer, Drake Parker—yes, the Drake Parker—and his manger Josh Nichols. And the next thing Carly knew she was kissing Freddie with Sam's eyes on her.

Author's Note: I wrote this a while ago but never had the guts to post it here. Don't be too harsh on me! It's my first iCarly fic. Also, in this world Drake Parker is a rock star and Josh is his manager.

Part I

When Carly thought about it, she wasn't sure why she was all that surprised. It was Sam after all. Between her state of utter panic and her state of shock as she actually went along with it—Carly vaguely realized that she should have really expected this. She should've known as soon as they watched that stupid video things would change.

But no matter how many times she told herself that, she still couldn't believe that this was actually happening.

And she would always refuse to admit what this was exactly.

-x-x-

There was always something about her older brother's room that made her friends always want to poke around and see what was inside. To Carly it was nothing special, just a little messy, and always dim either because the light was broken or Spencer never changed the light bulb. He had his reasons or maybe he had no reasons at all—Carly never bothered to ask why, she just accepted things as they were.

But to her friends, Spencer's room was cool and mysterious. Carly didn't see any mystery. She knew her brother was interesting but there was no secrecy surrounding him. Carly was pretty sure she knew everything there was about Spencer. Everything.

"Oh, what's this?" Sam asked, holding up a shoe made out of clay.

"Sam," Carly said, giving her tired look, "We're supposed to be finding videos of us as kids, not random stuff my brother made."

"But it says made it china," Sam said in her duh voice. Carly made an annoyed sound as she took the shoe away from her. Sam just shrugged and continued to rummage through Spencer's room.

After placing the shoe back on her brother's dresser, Carly turned around and found Sam with the other clay shoe, swinging it around in one hand with a silly smile on her face.

Carly laughed, "Come on," she said, taking the other shoe from her and dragging her to the box of videos on the floor. She tossed the shoe on her brother's bed and knelt down to the wide box while Sam plopped down next to her.

"You really think Spencer has videos of us when we were little?" Sam asked, taking a chunk of video tapes and setting them on her lap.

Carly shrugged, "I think so," she said, then she looked uncertainly at the box, "Actually, I'm not even sure." She wasn't even sure if she was supposed to be looking through Spencer's videos.

They wanted to get clips of themselves as kids for their webshow. Sam thought it would funny to dub their kiddie voices with their older voices and make random statements. And then they found themselves in Spencer's room trying to find videos of when they were just tiny Carly and tiny Sam.

"Hey, he has DVDs," Sam said excitedly, pulling out so many discs that they all slipped and slid onto the floor, some rolling away from them.

Catching one DVD just before it rolled right under the bed, Carly looked at the scratched disc curiously. Her brother's handwriting was barely legible as it read 'Night in L.A.'

"Whelp, I'm hungry," Sam announced, getting up and brushing her jeans.

"Wait! We just started," Carly jumped, "At least help me get all the videos in the living room so we can watch them."

"We can do that later, come on," Sam begged, "I'm feelin' beef jerky time and you know I like it when you feed me it."

"I'm not feeding you anything again," Carly said sternly, "You almost bit off my fingers last time," she looked down at her poor fingers as if remembering the incident.

"I said I was sorry," Sam pouted. "Come on," She was practically bouncing in place.

Carly sighed as if she was being put upon, but then she felt herself smile as Sam pulled her up to her feet.

She honestly didn't know when this sort of relationship she had with Sam started.

During the last year of middle school, Sam went through this weird phase of keeping her hair straight. All of sudden Sam would spend time every single morning straightening her hair. It had been a month maybe two before Carly once mentioned that she missed Sam's curls. Carly didn't even realize Sam had really listened to her until the next day when Sam came through her door like always, yet, this time she had her hair all curly again. It was as if nothing really changed but everything did change and it all happened at the same exact time. It was one of those weird things they never talked about but they both knew it happened. And it always remained between them.

At least, that was what Carly thought. And when Carly had realized just how much she had thought about it—that one incident that Sam seemed to never show any signs of remembering—Carly started to feel things that you just weren't supposed to feel for your best-friend, your girl best-friend.

Then when high school started, everything that Carly wouldn't normally notice started becoming really hard to ignore. Like Sam leaning on her, hugging her, placing her head on Carly's shoulder, sleeping on her, any small touch, brush of hands or clothes—Carly was acutely aware of it all.

And then one day out of the blue Sam kissed her, it was random and short and in the middle of a crowded hallway at school. Sam just kissed her and then mentioned something about Carly's lip gloss tasting good before walking away.

And all of a sudden Carly was in a relationship with her girl best-friend.

Carly Shay had herself a girlfriend.

"Hey, what's that?" Sam said, startling Carly out her thoughts. Sam was looking down at her hand.

Carly blinked. "What?" She looked down and noticed the disc in her hand. "Oh, I don't know," she said, twirling the disc in her hand slowly, "It must be something Spencer filmed or something."

Sam took the disc from the other girl, looking at it curiously, "Hm, let's watch."

"I don't know, it doesn't have anything to do with us, so let's just put it back," Carly said reaching for the disc but Sam leaned back and the disc was out of reach.

"Wait just a second," Sam said, leaning even further back as Carly stretched to get the DVD.

"Sam, just give me the—"

"Hold on, I just wanna know what's in it," Sam was already heading into the living room, leaving Carly standing in her brother's room, alone.

"Sam!" Carly yelled. Then she sighed, picking up the box of videos and following the blonde.

Sam was already on the couch, chewing on beef jerky as the video started playing. Carly dropped the box by the couch. She looked at Sam and heaved another sigh but Sam didn't seem to notice, so Carly just resigned and sat next her.

The screen was dark and for a moment Carly thought the video was too scratched up to work but then she heard voices.

One voice whispered, "Is it on?"

"I know how to work a camera, you know," Another voice replied.

They heard shuffling, clicks, then after a moment a sigh, "Let me have look at it."

"No," the annoyed voice said, "Alright, I got it."

"Come on, give it here."

"No, Drake, Let go."

Sam perked up at the name and Carly looked confused.

The screen was now blue. It was fabric, royal blue and shiny. And then the shot zoomed out and revealed it was pair of boxers, a guy in a pair of boxers.

"What are you—d-don't get a close up of that!" The annoyed voice said. He was shifting his feet, and covering his boxers with one hand.

"Hey, that's why we're making this, right?" The voice was silky.

A disgruntled sound was made in response while someone else in the background started sniggering.

Suddenly the scene was shaking. The camera was making jerky movements as it was shifted around. Finally it settled. The only thing the girls saw was a bed, empty and made, inside a dimly lit room covered in really tacky wall paper. It must have been a motel.

Suddenly, a vaguely familiar guy, head full of dark hair, bright blue-green eyes looked into the camera, his whole head taking up the screen. He looked a little peeved as he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

"He's cute," Sam mentioned, leaning forward.

"Yeah," Carly said, trying to figure out who he was. He looked so familiar but she couldn't place a face with a name.

They heard hushed voices behind the camera, and then the silky voice whispered, "Get him to relax a little."

Sam edged closer to the screen on the couch, Carly watched her from the corner of her eye before turning to the screen, curiously watching this man.

There was a steady flush rising in his cheeks but they couldn't see anything but his face, his eyes were turning bluer and bluer and his lips parted. He looked down and then he shut his eyes tightly.

Carly blushed. What are we watching?

"Relaxed?" The silky voice said slyly. And Carly was so curious. Who was the guy filming this? What was her brother doing with this video?

"Uh huh," The dark-haired male sounded dazed as he looked back at the camera with clouded blue eyes.

Suddenly another face came into the screen as it zoomed out, someone with a lot of brown hair, kissed him, and then he gave a cheesy smile to the camera when he turned around.

Both girls gasped in unison, "Spencer."

"Maybe we should stop watching this," Carly said, becoming nervous as she watched Spencer pulling this other familiar man on the bed.

"Wait, I just wanna see who the other guy is," Sam said, placing her hand on Carly's arm just as Carly was about to get up. Sam wasn't even looking at her. She was so focused on the scene, and Carly reluctantly let the video keep playing even as she nervously bit her lip.

Spencer looked slightly younger and his hair was a little longer, Carly figured it was only a couple of years ago. He was lying back on his elbows, ankles crossed, on the bed. "Hey we gonna do this or what?" Spencer said with silly grin. The other man jumped off the bed and began pacing back and forth.

Sam let out a laugh, "Man," she said shaking her head with wonder and amusement, "Does Spencer always wear those socks?"

Carly was about to say something but then she found herself watching the video as someone started speaking again.

"Am I the only one who thinks this is a bad idea?" The dark-haired man said, standing beside the bed awkwardly, "Like a really stupid, idiotic idea—"

Spencer was smiling at the camera or more like the person behind the camera, exchanging a conspiratorial look. And finally, a slimmer, slightly shorter male stepped in front of the camera, his back the only sight of him. Only in a pair of ruby red boxers, he reached up and kissed the reluctant man.

"Drake Parker?!" Sam screamed. She was screaming and shaking and giggling while Carly sat still and silent, shocked beyond belief.

The sight of Drake Parker next to him, Carly instantly recognized the other man, "Josh Nichols?" And suddenly, images of Josh Nichols with Drake Parker flashed through her mind, pictures of both males after concerts in magazines, sitting next to each other in award shows, paparazzi following them into cars and limos and restaurants. And Carly realized she never made the connection. She was so busy looking at Drake Parker, yes, the Drake Parker that she never noticed his manager. She never thought twice about how they were always together—how Josh always remained in the background.

Carly's eyes bulged, "Oh…my….god…"

Drake was winking at the camera, and then Josh was kissing him, and her brother…her brother was watching them on the bed with a sly sort of smirk.

Sam was jumping up and down on the couch, squealing and making gibberish noises. She was jumping so much that even as Carly sat completely motionless, eyes wide and mouth agape, she was bouncing Carly along with her.

As soon as Drake and Josh landed on the bed, practically tackling her brother, Carly jolted off the couch."Okay" she announced, "We are not watching this!"

There was no way she was sitting there and watching her brother sex it up with two other guys—no matter how incredibly hot Drake Parker may be or how good his manger looked shirtless. She paused for a second until her brother started moaning and then the DVD player was shut off with one forceful click.

"Oh come on," Sam moaned. She flopped on the couch sideways, her legs dangling off the edge of the couch and her arms still at her sides. She looked like a rag-doll tipped over from its sitting position.

Carly stood in front of the TV, biting the inside of her lip. She had her arms folded over her chest, her foot tapping against the floor repeatedly.

"Car-lay."

Carly turned her face away sharply. She was not being persuaded by Sam's silly old woman voice.

"Carrlayy," Sam wringed out, "Carrrllllaayy."

Carly rolled her eyes but finally looked at Sam, still feeling agitated. Sam was still lying on the couch but her arms were now thrown haphazardly on either side of her, her long blonde curls flowing over the edge of the couch.

Her head lolled on the couch cushion, "Carls, please, for the love of god, just turn the thing back on." When Carly wouldn't budge, Sam sat up, her lips pulling into a smile, "You know you want to."

Carly gasped, "If you think I'm going to sit there and watch my brother doing things," She gestured wildly, "Think again." She clicked on the DVD player but to Sam's disappointment it was only to retrieve the disc.

"This," She held the disc in the air briefly, "Is going back where we found it," Carly said firmly.

"Oh no," Sam wailed. She jumped off the couch and Carly was already running back into her brother's room. "Wait! Carly, wait!"

"What?" Carly twirled around in a huff.

"Come on babe," Sam said.

"Don't you babe me," Carly said and Sam frowned. "This isn't like you asking me to buy you extra ham or not telling Freddie you put that exploding ink pen in his backpack."

"Hey, I never said not to tell Freddie that," Sam interjected.

Carly groaned in exasperation. "I am not watching this," she said firmly.

"Okay," Sam relented sadly, "We…won't watch it."

"Good," Carly sighed in relief, allowing herself a smile.

"But you should probably put it back where we found it," Sam said, nodding over to the box of DVDs and video tapes next to the couch.

"Oh, yeah, the box" Carly said, she had almost forgot to put back the box of videos. Then she glanced at Sam, who looked back at her innocently. Sam was being suspiciously helpful, Carly thought. But then she pushed the odd feeling away as they headed back to the living room.

Suddenly, at sound of Spencer's voice in hallway, Carly looked at the door in fear. "Oh god the box!" She said, panicking.

"I got it," Sam said, calm as ever. She grabbed the box and shoved it behind the pillows of the couch. Then she sat down with the pillows at her back and smiled winningly. "Problem solved," She said just as the door creaked open.

Spencer was walking right in and Carly quickly noticed the DVD in her hands. So, she awkwardly hid it behind her back, still standing beside the couch.

"Hey Chicky-doos," Spencer smiled at the girls.

Carly's eyes widened. "Hi!" She squeaked. Spencer didn't notice his sister's odd behavior as he walked past them.

Carly twisted around so that the view of her back remained hidden as her brother crossed the living room. Sam grabbed Carly's arm and pulled her on the couch before the girl ended up twisting herself up into one of those weird looking licorice candies. The DVD fell safely between both girls.

Relieved, Carly felt her heart rate start to calm until Sam said, "Hey, Spence," she was smiling widely and Carly looked at her aghast. What is she doing?! Without even looking at Carly, Sam's smile seemed to get brighter as if reading her thoughts.

Spencer halted just before he entered the kitchen, turning half-way to look at Sam, he said, "Yeah?"

"Nice socks," she said, shooting Carly an amused look while the other girl shoved her face in her hands with a groan.

Looking down at his shoes, his eyebrows knitted together, seeing as there was no way a person could see his socks unless they could see though his jeans or shoes. Then he looked back up at Sam, eyebrows still knitted together in confusion. "Uh, thank you, Sam," he said politely, cocking his head to the side when she giggled. He walked into the kitchen, glancing down at his shoes ever so often.

Carly watched Sam giggle until her face turned red. She had a feeling she wasn't going to hear the end of this.

-x-x-

"How come he named the video 'Night in L.A'? You think they were in L.A?"

They were in the iCarly studio. Next to Carly, Sam was lying upside on the bean bag chair, making her tee shirt ride up her belly. It made Carly's glance last longer than she intended.

"For the last time, I don't know, Sam. I don't know if Spencer made porno movies, and I don't know if he worked as a male stripper, and I don't know if he visited L.A, Okay?" Carly said tiredly.

"How long ago you think that video was made? Maybe it was when we were in middle school, or even—"

"Sam," Carly held her hand up, "Please, just drop it." She was on her laptop, mindlessly browsing websites and wasting time until the third member of the iCarly crew arrived.

Sam shifted beside her until she was right-side-up again, leaning her head against Carly's arm, "You mad at me?" She pouted.

Carly glanced down. Sam was looking up at her through her thick blonde lashes, and Carly smiled slightly, "No, I'm not mad, it's just…I'd rather not talk about my brother and his—well, what may have done in his past."

"Even if it's really, really hot?" Sam asked. Her blue eyes were lit with amusement and a little hope.

Carly laughed, "You may think so, but I don't."

"Don't what?" A third voice said.

Carly and Sam shifted a little away from each other as Freddie entered. He went straight to his station, checking over his video camera, computer, and other things that Carly knew never changed because he always checked them over and over again.

"Nothing!" Carly said quickly. She shot Sam a warning look just as the other girl opened her mouth.

Freddie glanced over at the both of them, looking strangely shy, "I wasn't interrupting something was I?"

"What?" Carly said, surprised. Freddie raised his eyebrows, and Carly mumbled, "No." She ducked her head and slid down on the bean bag chair so the laptop covered most of her face. Sam frowned as she watched Carly look away awkwardly.

"Oh, please, Benson, you know you wanted to catch an eyeful," Sam shot out. She leaned back, crossing her ankles, with an amused smile on her face.

Freddie glared at the blonde, "I'm just trying to—"

"I need chicken," Sam announced, interrupting him, and then she got up leisurely to walk out of the studio.

Freddie rolled his eyes, throwing a quick glare at the door she passed through before going back to his computer.

"Hey, how come you're late?" Carly said, moving to sit in the chair beside him.

Freddie looked around uncomfortably before he blurted out, "David, from third period, asked about you." When Carly looked blankly at him, he clarified, "He asked me if you were… available."

"Oh," Carly said lamely, "What did you say?"

"I told him you were, uh," he glanced briefly at door Sam just exited, "Seeing someone else," he said. He wasn't looking at her. His gaze was fixed on his laptop screen. Carly had a feeling he was just avoiding her.

Ever since Freddie had found out about her and Sam's relationship, he had been strangely protective of them both. And that surprised Carly because she was sure he would be upset or jealous or even angry. She didn't expect him to say nothing.

"You didn't have to do that," she said quietly. "I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself," she laughed a little as she said it. It was habit she had whenever it became awkward or tense. She couldn't help it.

Freddie just smiled at her, a soft sort of smile that seemed to be more sad than happy.

She didn't know how to feel when Freddie got like this. When he gave her that sort of smile she knew he was supposed to be who she loved. She knew he was the type of guy she should be dating. It was as obvious as the plot of a cheesy romance movie. But it was never enough. She felt like this feeling she had with Freddie was never enough to actually become love. There was always something missing.

But Freddie never pushed her. He was too good of a guy for that. It always made Carly feel guilty even though everyone always said he had gotten over his crush on her. Because when he looked at her like that she knew he never really did. His face would get all serious and his eyes would silently scream why don't you love me? And he would smile as if he already knew he was fooling himself.

It always broke Carly's heart. She didn't even know when it started to affect her this way. She never used to get upset with herself for not loving him back.

"Well, I'm back," Sam said loudly, "Missed me Fred-o," Sam knocked his head over with a big bag of potato chips as she passed them.

And then this always happened. Freddie's focus would turn away from Carly instantly. Sam appeared, so he would forget about Carly as he argued with Sam. And their arguments had this flirty undertone that Carly wasn't sure she was comfortable with.

Carly didn't know why she wasn't happier that he wasn't focusing on her anymore. She didn't know why she wasn't more relieved.

It confused the hell out of her.

-tbc-