Sam was pulled into the supply closet, spun around and was wedged between the door and Freddie before she could utter a word.

"Freddie what the fuck are you doing?!" she yelled angrily. She looked up at him; he was again leaning into her only this time both hands were next to her head and his arms bent slightly, making their faces only inches apart.

"Don't be mad" was all he said, she noticed that his face looked slightly worried, so she turned her rage down to some extent.

"So you pull me into a closet, scaring the shit outta me, and I'm not supposed to me angry?" she said in a slightly less enraged tone. He chuckled quietly and smiled, "There's good ole happy go lucky Sam again."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Fredwerid?"

"You were just so nice and sweet earlier that I knew something was wrong. The only reason I pulled you in here was because I was…" he trailed off, looking down at his feet. He started thinking that maybe he should have thought about what he was actually going to say. Sam looked at him with a confused look; she head leaned toward the side. She suddenly became nervous, an emotion she hadn't felt in years. Her mind was racing, what was he about to say, that he was worried about her, that he wanted to make fun of her for liking him? The suspense was killing her, "because you were…" she finally uttered. He looked up to see her biting her lip. He had never seen her look so nervous and so innocent, so un-Sam. He smiled and ended her agony, "I was worried about you because I care about you Sam." She smiled and grabbed his face to pull him down those few inches to kiss him with all her passion. He immediately kissed her back and wrapped his arms around her head and back. She slid one of her hands under his shirt while he slid the hand on her back down to cup her ass. By this point both of her hands were roaming underneath his shirt, scratching and teasing her way over his chest. They stopped kissing to breathe and Sam took this time to kiss and nibble on his neck, this of course causing Freddie to moan and squirm. Her hands barley skimmed underneath the rim of his pants when he grabbed her hands and pushed them against the wall behind them.

"Ground rules" he muttered still trying to catch his breath.

"Ground rules? What are you talking about?" She asked very confused.

"Before this goes any further, we need ground rules; like are we dating, is this just casual, if so do we tell Carly, those types of rules" he explained. He slowly brought her arms back down, holding them between the two of them.

"Well what do you want this to be? Personally, I don't want my rep getting all messed up by dating such a dork," she said smiling "I'm kidding, but seriously I don't think we should date quite yet, but I don't want to ends this now either."

"I agree, dating would be weird right now, let's just casual and go from there, but what do we tell Carly, she did flip out when we didn't tell her we kissed"

"Well, as long as no more of my teeth fall out, she won't know until we know where this is going" Sam said grinning. Freddie smiled back as he pulled her into a hug.

"So the plan is to secretly make-out alot, and act like we hate each other and sneak around Carly, right evil genius?"

"If you're up to it, sweet lips," she said winking. The bell rang above them making Freddie jump and Sam giggling.

"Oh hush," he added smiling. "We should probably head over to Carly's to start reshersal."

"And then met up later to finish this" she said as her hand brushed over his bulge, She smiled and slid out the door.