Plot: One girl's mistake, or rather two irresponsible teenager's faults, and one boy's offer. How Griffin Anderson became the unofficial baby-daddy to Sam Puckett's un-born spawn.

Rating: T for language and sexual references

Pairing: Siffin- Sam/Griffin

Author's Note: So I put all my glee stories on hiatus to work on this story. This literally just came to me. I was sitting in class, and then I kinda just got the idea. Hope you like, because I like it. Enjoy!

P.S. I probably won't update for a while because of exams coming up and tests and shit like that, so yeah, there you go.

Disclaimer: I don't claim or own ICarly, or the characters. Just the storyline.

You walk into the convenient store, the bell ringing as you push open the glass door, dirty from years of hands pushing against it. You walk hastily towards aisle three, and pick up the box, seemingly heavy for something so light. You walk towards the front counter and wave solemnly to your best friend, Griffin, who is working the register. He hands you the bathroom pass, and for a second you just stare at it. Griffin gives you an encouraging smile.

"I'm sure it's nothing, probably you just being you, Sam Puckett, drama queen." He grins, his pearly white teeth gleaming in the convenient store's dim light. You whack his arm lightly and make your way to the sole bathroom in the back. You open the door and sit on the toilet.

When you're done with your "process", you shake the test thingy the box provided for you and hold your breath. The whole time you're waiting for the results, you're cursing Freddie Benson's stupid name.

You walk out of the bathroom and hand Griffin the pass back.

"So, is your ego preggo?" He asks you while picking at his fingernails.

"Fucking Freddie Benson." You respond.

"I take that as a yes."

You nod. "Yeah no shit Sherlock."

He glares at you." No need to be feisty. Look I understand that you're now a pregnant lady so you probs have a lot of hormones going on inside your body, but like you don't have to be a bitch." A lady walks up to the counter and Griffin begins to ring up her purchases.

"Who says I'm keeping it?" You tell him, and he looks at you with a crazed look in his eye.

"What?" You snap. The lady stares at you two.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer!" You tell her. She eyes you up and down and leaves the store.

"Great, she'll probably never come here again." He says and then remembers his previous thought. "You're not going to abort it, are you?"

"I might, I shouldn't be forced to have or take care of child I don't even want."

"Okay." He breathes. "Just put it up for adoption."

You rest your head on your hands, and rub your eyes. "I'm so fucked. I mean it's not even like I have a choice, okay. Either I keep it and resent it it's whole life, or I have it and give it up for adoption and probably wonder for the rest of my life what life would have been like with the baby. Or abort and be called a murderer. What would you choose?"

"Adoption. Obviously that's the wisest choice and at least you'll look like a good person."

Your quiet for a second until Griffin starts talking again. You aren't surprised. Griffin talks a lot. Like you sometimes want to stuff a sock into his mouth. He talks so goddamn much.

"What are you going to do about the Benson situation?" He reaches under the counter and pulls out a dirty pink rag. He begins to clean the counter, rubbing clock-wise and then counter-clock wise.

You groan. "I don't know. " You sigh once more.

"Great now I'm going to look like a whore who got pregnant by some guy who left to live in another state."

"You are not a whore." Griffin offers.

"I know, but unfortunately no one else knows that. In fact everyone pretty much expects me to get knocked up."

"Well everyone expects me to knock someone up, so we're kind of in the same boat."

"No Griffin, we are not in the same boat! You have not impregnated someone, I AM pregnant!" You shout!

He snorts with laughter. "Impregnated." Which earns him a slap to the head.

"Obviously this isn't a time for laughter Griffin Anderson!" You pull at your hair, and surprisingly you pull out a strand of your hair.

"I get off in 20 minutes, how 'bout you and I meet and The Hive to talk about this and get some coffee. Obviously you need to talk and release whatever it is you need to release." He smiles, his eye turning to slits and his dimples popping out.

You nod. "Okay." You give a meek smile and walk out of the door. Griffin calls out to you.

"Make sure to get me a frapachino with whip cream, you always forget the whip cream part!"

"Maybe!" You shout back and smile, and for once in the past twenty-four hours, you don't feel so helpless.