Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly. If I did I wouldn't be writing fanfics about it.

A/N: I just thought of this. Wouldn't it be interesting if Freddie had to teach Sam how to dance? Eventual Seddie, of course. This is a prologue. First chapter should be up tomorrow. Read and review. Tell me if you think this is a good idea.

Sam Puckett dancing. Who knew? But there it was in front of him, Freddie Benson. He gazed at her, stifling a laugh. Sam Puckett was in fact dancing, but she wasn't doing very well. Not that it's a surprise. "Nolita Fairytale" by Vanessa Carlton was playing in the background. Sam had her eyes closed, trying to get in tune with the music. She leaped, she fell. She got up, she tried again. She twirled, her ankles twisted, sending her collapsing to the ground. She sat on the floor, blonde curls hanging over her face muffling the foul words coming from her mouth. Freddie chuckled at the infuriated blonde.

"You think this is funny, Benson?" she asked, her blue eyes glazed with frustration.

"Yeah. I mean, how do I put this nicely…" he paused, tapping his chin, "you can't dance."

"Oh yeah?! You think you can do better?" she challenged, heaving herself off the floor.

"Yes, actually I do," he said confident, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Then since you're so sure, why don't you teach me?"

"What?!" he sputtered in disbelief.

"Are your ears filled with dust or something? I said teach me how to dance."

"You're not serious."

"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

He studied her face and couldn't read any signs to torture him in any way though he knew it was going to be just to get Sam Puckett to take orders for once.

"Fine. Meet me at my apartment at four o'clock," he muttered, wondering what he had gotten himself in to.

She smiled, satisfied and walked out of the iCarly studio, calling over her shoulder, "Don't expect me to be on time, Fredison."

Freddie let out an extended sigh, looking towards the ceiling, asking himself, "What have I gotten myself in to?"