Disclaimer: I still don't own iCarly. Sorry, guys.

"And… we're clear! Great iCarly, guys." Freddie clicked his camera off, and set it down.

"Yep! Oh, and… I've got cupcakes downstairs!" Carly smiled, fiddling with her hair. "How about a little after show snack to celebrate our one hundredth episode?"

"Totally. Get me those cupcakes, Shay." I said, glancing around. Freddie was innocently doing some nerd thing on his computer. Target in sight, time to head in for the kill.

"Hey Fredwina, I need your help." I plopped down into the beanbag across from him the minute Carly left the room. I knew she'd go all out, putting the cupcakes on a little tray, getting napkins and drinks with little miniature umbrellas.

Freddie glanced up "Sam, I'm not going to do your homework again." He sighed. "Maybe today, you could try doing it yourself. It's actually pretty easy, if you listen during class. Which you don't." He mumbled the last part. She would beat him if she heard him insult her.

"I try to listen! It's just so boring, and I don't get it. But that's not what I need. You know Spanish, right?" My voice rose in anger. I TRY to listen during class. It's not my fault that the teachers can't make school the least bit interesting.

"Sam, my grandmother is Spanish. She hardly even speaks English, and she only knows the stuff she knows from game shows. She's under the impression that America always wins big money and boats. So yeah, I speak Spanish." Freddie rambled on and on, trying to stale the punches that would usually be coming. But I needed his help. No way I was going to hit him.

"Awesome. Teach me." I pulled her beanbag next to his and dropped a pile of note cards onto his lap. "I have this cousin, Maria coming in next Thursday. She's from Mexico and doesn't speak anything besides Spanish. She's family, so I don't want to get off on the wrong foot or anything, so I need to be able to talk to her." I exhaled, proud of how easily my lie came out. It hadn't taken more than ten seconds to dream up, but it was my best.

Freddie glanced down at me. I widened my blue eyes, and opened my mouth about two centimeters. My family couldn't resist giving me whatever I wanted when I made that face. Melanie said it made me look sweet and innocent, and was a major improvement on the scowl I usually worn.

I could almost feel the words on the tip of his tongue. Yes, Sam. I'll help you learn Spanish for your te… cousin. The words were even beginning to form on his lips when…

Carly burst through the door, smiling like she hadn't just ruined my chance at getting Freddie to teach me.

"I got the cupcakes. Banana-Chocolate, from that cupcake place around the corner. Oh, and lemonades!" She sang, holding out a trap with three prefect chocolate cupcakes doused in banana cream frosting, and three lemonades, each –shockingly- with miniature umbrellas. If I wasn't so hungry, I would have hit her.

Freddie smiled, grabbing one for himself. "Gracias!" He took a bite, and smiled.

I grabbed one too, taking a huge bite. "Damn, I love these cupcakes!" All my anger at Carly for ruining the moment melted - kinda of the way the cupcake was melting in my mouth.

"Yeah. They're delicious." Carly took a bite, and her eyes lite up. "These are so good if you put banana slices on top! I'll be right back!" She set down the tray and hurried back out the door.

I smiled at her retreating body. With her gone, I could get right back to getting Freddie to teach me. But I'd already used the face. It usually didn't work twice in a row. I needed to let it sit, so it gain back some of it's cuteness and innocent.

I turned and widened my eyes. "Oh, Freddie. You can you teach me Spanish, right?" I sounded absent minded, like the thought had just hit me again.

Freddie glanced up from the cupcake he'd been studying. "Oh, yeah. You needed me to teach you Spanish?"

"Yeah, that's right!" I nodded, pulling the best Melanie impression I could. Earnest, innocent and sweet.

"No way, Sam Puckett." He laughed. "You'd be the worst student ever.

"I would not!" I almost dropped the façade. It wasn't working, but it was all I had. Unless… I suddenly got a foolproof idea, which I had.

Dropping the innocent act, I let myself get fired up. "I'd be the best student ever, Fredward Benson! I would show up, I'd listen and I'd even study! I would study so hard and I would be speaking Spanish like a pro before… my cousin got here." I finished meekly. I'd been running high, but I'd almost given away my secret. My plan was working, though. Freddie's face twitched between anger and humor.

"Please. Sam, you wouldn't study. Not even I could get you to speak Spanish fluently. I might be able to get you to speak enough to hold a few minute conversation with your cousin, but you never be able to speak Spanish like a pro." He wasn't trying to sound rude, but it came out sounding… like he thought I couldn't do it.

"Oh, you are on! You teach me, and then on Thursday we'll see if I can speak Spanish!" I shouted at him.

"You're on! I'll teach you the best I can, then we'll see if you can speak Spanish!" Freddie shouted. "Meet in the library tomorrow! Four o'clock!"

"Fine!" I grabbed my jacket and cupcake. "I'm leaving!"

The minute I got to the stairwell, I collapsed against the door. Well, that was easy. Give a man a challenge, and he can't resist. I silently thanked my mother for all the lessons she taught me on roping in men.

A/N: Okay, this is not my best, but I sort of like this chapter. It wasn't as long as I would like it to be, but it helps give reason as to why Freddie is helping Sam. Anyway, I love reviews and I really love critique! Thanks for reading.