Carly sees the perfect opportunity for Sam and Freddie to spend some quality time together.

2: iWanna Dance with Somebody (Whitney Houston)

Carly had been amusing herself with everything that had just happened. "You know," she suggested, "maybe Freddie can teach you to dance."

Sam liked the idea, but wasn't about to do anything that hinted at all that she liked Freddie. "Are you out of your mind? Me dancing with Freddie?"

"Why not? You won't have to make lame excuses anymore, Freddie gets to dance with someone not related to him, you both win. Besides—"

"But, Freddie?"

"Come on," Carly said, "what other guy is going to tolerate you stepping all over his poor feet?" Asking a random guy to teach you to dance wasn't exactly cool, and Freddie was Sam's only real male friend.

Still, Sam wasn't comfortable with the arrangement. "I don't think—"

"If you want I can ask him for you."

Sam gave in. "Fine. But this is your idea." No way would she admit she liked Carly's idea, but the prospect of spending quality time with Freddie was too good to turn down in the end.

"No problem."

Just then, Spencer arrived in the elevator with a cart loaded with rolls of newspaper.

"Hey, Spencer," Carly greeted him.

"Hey, my little sister and her friend who has taken up residence in my apartment."

"What is all that?" Sam asked.

"Didn't you hear?" Spencer asked, unloading the cart. "I'm making a giant paper-mâché sculpture for your school dance next week."

"What of?"

"A couple dancing."

"Creative," Carly said sarcastically.

"Yeah." Spencer thought Carly was complimenting him. "Anyway, I got to go."

"But you just came back," Carly said.

"I still have to buy the glue and fabric for the clothes," Spencer explained.

"OK, see you for—" Spencer was gone before Carly could finish. "Dinner," she said to no one in particular.

Carly turned back to Sam. "So yeah, I'll ask Freddie if he'll teach you to dance."

"Like he'd be willing to teach me."

Carly wanted to tell Sam the truth, but she had sworn to Freddie to keep his secret. "You never know," she said. "Anyway, while Freddie is checking himself for ticks, why don't we come up with some material for our next show?"

"I don't wanna work!"

"Come on," Carly said as she dragged Sam up the stairs.


Later that night, Carly knocked on Freddie's door.

"Hey," Freddie said as he opened the door.

"Hey. So how did the tick inspection go?"

Freddie smirked. "You really think I check myself for ticks? I was upgrading the software for our website."

"Yeah, that sure beats checking your skin for parasites."

"Carly," Freddie complained.

"Sorry. Listen, the Sadie Hawkins dance is coming up and--"

Freddie was confused. "I thought we decided to just be friends."

Carly grinned. Two months ago Freddie would have fainted if Carly even mentioned the word 'dance'. "No, I wasn't asking you to the dance. I was talking about Sam."

"What?" Sam dancing at all was hard to visualize, and surely pigs would fly before Sam danced with him, Freddie thought.

"Sam doesn't know how to dance and I thought maybe you could teach her."

"So you want me to teach Sam to dance so she can ask out some jerk." Freddie was torn. On one hand, he really wanted to help Sam out. On the other hand, he would be helping Sam get a date with another guy.

"Hey, at least you'll get to dance with Sam all week."

Freddie gave in. "Fine, I'll let her trample my feet for a week. But only because you asked."

Carly smirked. "Sure, keep acting like you don't like her."

"Just tell her to meet me in the iCarly studio tomorrow morning."

"Sure. Well, good night."

Carly went back inside her apartment and closed the door. Freddie just stood there, taking everything in. "Me and Sam dancing," he said to himself. "Wow."