Carly doesn't bother even trying to call Sam because she knows her and she knows that Sam needs space. She knows that Sam's probably scared and worried because that's how Carly feels, terrified and nervous but she is also excited and thrilled because no matter what Sam claims she said, Carly heard her loud and clear.

She'd said that she was in love with Carly.

So Carly spends the weekend keyed up and anxious to see Sam but she gives the other girl her space though she doubts she could get a hold of her even if she wanted to because Sam is avoiding her and Carly can only hope that Sam figures out that telling someone you're in love with them is a good thing, not a runaway and hide thing.

And Carly's in love with Sam and she refuses to believe that Sam would say that she was if she wasn't, yeah she was drunk but alcohol makes the truth come out.

Carly wakes up alone in bed, the sun streaming through her window on Monday morning and she's eager to find Sam and talk to her but Sam makes it ridiculously easy for her because she's leaning against Carly's car in the parking garage like nothings happened when Carly goes down to leave for school.

Carly's shoes are impossibly loud in the empty garage as she walks towards the other girl, who looks nothing if not casual leaning heavily against the trunk of the car but Carly can almost taste the nervous energy that's coming off of her in waves.

"Hey." Carly greets quietly, shouldering her bag and Sam straitens as she comes closer, toying with the straps on her own back pack.

"Hey." Sam smiles weakly, watching Carly like a hawk as she edges closer and when Sam doesn't run Carly considers it a win.

"Funny seeing you here." Carly sighs trying to ease the tension and Sam gives a soft laugh, her fingers still playing with the nylon straps of her backpack.

"So," Sam begins nervously and Carly can't remember ever seeing her this uneasy. "I think I'm in love with you." She whispers worriedly, her eyes darting up to Carly's and Carly's heart gives an eager jump at her words.

"Yeah?" Carly asks and she's so happy its ridiculous when Sam nods, just once. "I thought you were in love with juice." Carly jokes and Sam chuckles with a shake of her head.

"I'm sorry about that. Well that and the whole sidestepping you thing but I was scared. You're nice to everyone and you're so beautiful and whenever I copy your homework I always get a good grade. You laugh at your own jokes and you basically support my ham habit" Sam blurts and man, Carly loves her so much. "You're my best friend and the greatest person I know." She finishes breathlessly

"I love you too, ya know." Carly exhales through a grin and Sam sighs like she's relieved.

"Yeah, I kinda figured." She says with false bravado and Carly smiles indulgently, stepping fully into her personal space, reaching up to stroke the freckled bridge of her nose. "But for the record, I do love juice."

Carly laughs, "Who doesn't?"


"You sure no how to treat a girl, Carls." Sam laughs falling backwards into the backseat of the car and Carly scrambles after her with a grin that she couldn't stop even if she wanted to.

"Well, I'm nothing if not debonair." Carly whispers, kneeling over the other girl, knees planted on either side of her slim hips while she lifts her hands in the air as much as possible allowing Sam to fight her out of her tee shirt before tossing it into the front seat and giggling when it catches on the rear view mirror.

"I'll say. Bringing me all the way up to Shrodder's point." Sam breathes in amusement, pressing a kiss to the hollow of Carly's throat quickly. "Many a high schooler was knocked up here. I'm honored but.." Sam laminates before reaching up to brush Carly's dark hair out of her eyes. "Why're we here again?"

"Because Spencer stole my door for his sculpture." Carly explains for the twentieth time, leaning down to kiss Sam and bunch her tee shirt up so she can run her fingers over the hard lines of ribs. "Which isn't usually a problem except we can't do this and I really want to without my brother walking in on us."

"And you couldn't take me to a hotel room or anything?" Sam questions with a laugh, her fingernails tracing the back pockets of Carly's jeans and Carly groans into her hair, hips pressing forward. "I'm not good enough or something."

Carly manages a laugh, maneuvering enough in the restrictive space of the backseat to kiss Sam, slow and open mouthed before pulling away. "No, your definitely good enough." Carly breathes, hunching forward and tucking her face into Sam's neck while the other girl, unhooks and disposes of her bra. "I just want to do you in the backseat."

Sam kisses her throat, the curve of her jaw, her ear while her hands find her breast. "You're nothing but class, Shay." She says and Carly laughs at the sarcasm she manages, kissing Sam deeply before planting her hand on the back of the seat and helping Sam fingers fumble with her jeans then she's settling in her lap again and getting Sam out of her hoodie and shirt.

There's more movement and the car rocks gently before Carly manages to get Sam flat on her back on the narrow seat then Sam is kissing her with the same eagerness that Carly feels surging through her veins.

"I love you." Carly breathes, yanking down Sam's bra and swiping her tongue over the flesh she finds while Sam uses her hands and feet to push Carly's jeans down her legs. And its so weird to say those words aloud but the way Sam looks at her when she says it makes it not so weird at all.

"I love you too." Sam answers, her dark eyes open and honest and Carly leans down to kiss her, hiking up the jean skirt she's wearing.

"Yeah?" She grins and Sam nods, lifting her hips to help the material gather at her waist.

"Oh yeah."

Carly's fingers are just finding the edges of Sam's underwear when there's a sudden banging on the window, followed by a light flooding through the condensation clouded windows.

"Shit." Carly hisses and before she can even think to cover herself Sam is sitting up and shielding her from the cop shining his flashlight through the window.

"Get your clothes on then step out of the vehicle, girls." The cop yells and Carly buries her face in Sam's neck.

She breathes "Shit." again, over and over but its drowned out by the beginnings of Sam's hysterical laughter.

15 minutes later Sam's still laughing a little manically as the cop, Officer Weiner, knocks on the apartment door again.

"Officer is this really necessary?" Carly questions pleadingly, looking upwards at the tall thin man and he nods.

"I can either release you into the care of a guardian or I can take you to jail."

"Aw, can't you just take us to jail already?" Sam laughs a little, full of nerves.

"Sam, stop laughing." Carly hisses straightening her hair and her clothes but she knows its futile because she's sporting a hickey on the base of her throat that her shirt doesn't cover and Sam is standing beside her with her tee shirt on inside out and backwards. "It's not funny."

"It kinda is." Sam chuckles and Carly glares at her as the door swings open and Spencer stands there in only a towel, his loofah in hand.

"Do you know these girls?" Officer Weiner asks and Spencer looks bewildered from a nervous Carly to a amused Sam and back again.

"Yeah. It's my baby sister and her best friend." Spencer answers concernedly, looking at Carly expectantly. "What's this all about Officer…" Spencer leans in to read the mans uniform tag. "Weiner. Huh, that's unfortunate."

"Well I found these two at Shrodder's Point engaging in acts that make it possible for me to arrest them for Public Indecency." The officer informs helpfully and Carly squeezes her eyes shut because Sam is cracking up again and she just came out to her brother in the worst way. "Consider this a warning and by the way I'm very aware of my misfortune." The officer says and then he's walking away.

"So…Public Indecency?" Spencer questions and Carly nods, opening her eyes and he glances between the two girls again. "So you were at Shrodder's point fooling around with boys or…" He trails off and Carly shakes her head.

"Each other." She informs and Spencer nods once even as his loofah clatters to the ground.

"So, I think the three of us should have a talk." Spencer says, voice unnaturally high and Carly nods.

"Yeah, that's probably best."


Carly's doesn't usually consider herself a catty person and she's way above fighting but that doesn't mean she can't think about scratching peoples eyes out like she is now.

She tries not to look up from her plate as she listens to Sam and Freddie lob insults back and forth because if she does she'll see Freddie with his arm hooked over the back of his chair, staring at Sam beside him with genuine affection while he pokes and prods at her to say something harsh about him, or his mother. And Freddie's Carly's friend and she doesn't want to have to pluck his eyeballs from his skull with her bare fingers.

"Hey?" Sam calls from across the kitchen table because Freddie stole the chair right beside her where Carly usually sits and Carly looks up. "You alright? You haven't eaten any of your Kung Pao chicken." Sam asks curiously and Carly looks down at her plate, pushing her food around with a chopstick before shrugging.

"I'm not feeling well." She breathes and its not a lie, really, because to Carly, the sudden onset of violent tendencies, isn't well. "I think I'm gonna just go lie down upstairs. You can have my chicken, Sam." Carly says with a weak smile that Sam must see right through because she gives Carly a questioningly look even as she leans across the table and dumps Carly's discarded food onto her plate.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Freddie wonders and Carly just nods.

"Yeah. Clean up when your done?"

Carly's only upstairs ten minutes, curled up in bed and just trying to get her self under control when her newly reinstalled door opens and closes softly and then there's the click of the door being locked before Sam is toeing off her sneakers and climbing into bed behind her, spooning close and tucking her face into Carly's dark hair.

It's the middle of the afternoon and sunlight is pouring through the windows and Carly watches dust particles float aimlessly in the streaks of light while reaching back and pulling Sam's arm around her waist.

"You're not allowed up here anymore. Remember what Spencer said?" Carly murmurs, lacing her fingers through the other girls.

Sam just sighs into her hair, "Your brother says a lot of things and besides, you know I'm a rebel."

"Did Freddie go home?" Carly questions quietly and Sam shakes her head so Carly can feel it.

"He's downstairs watching TV. I told him I was coming to go check on you."

"Oh." Carly sighs, looking at their tangled fingers in the light.

"What's wrong, Carls?" Sam whispers, pressing a kiss to the spot just behind Carly's ear and sam sighs. "Tell me what's wrong."

"I want to scratch Freddie's face off." She whispers reluctantly and Sam doesn't laugh and Carly guesses its from the seriousness in her voice.

"Why?" Sam's voice is right up against Carly's ear and she can hear the tightness in her tone and Sam doesn't even know why Carly's upset but she's ready to fight.

"It's stupid." Carly whispers darkly and it is stupid because Carly knows that Sam is her girl. She knows it. But questions still whirl around in her head because Sam liked Freddie and maybe he's the one she wants to be with. Maybe. Maybe.

"Tell me." Sam implores gently and Carly shuts her eyes, the sun bright even behind her eyelids.

"He keeps looking at you all moony and everything." Carly blurts, "He keeps touching you and stuff and trying to put the moves on you but its not his fault because he doesn't know that I'm just sitting there watching him try and flirt with you."

"I'm not flirting with him, though." Sam says softly and Carly nods "And he can bust a move all he wants because there's no way I'm leaving you."

"I know but…It's not you Sam." Carly tries weakly. "I know I said that I would talk to him and I will. I will. But its just hard watching that."

"Okay." Sam says in a tone that makes Carly twist around to face her. "Okay." Sam whispers again, face serious.

"It's okay Sam. I'm just being stupid." Carly says with a smile and Sam traces her lips but doesn't smile back.

"I'll fix it." Sam says and with that she's off the bed and heading out of the door before Carly can do more than call her name.

Oh God.

Carly sits in utter shock for a few irrationally long moments before standing and rushing down the stairs. She's only halfway down when she hears Freddie say "What!?" loudly.

And Carly knows before she even sees them that Sam told him, probably bluntly and without pretense because that's just how she did things and now all hell is breaking loose.

Carly stops at the top of the 1st floor landing and Freddie and Sam both turn to look up at her from where they stand in the middle of the living room.

"You're lying." Freddie yells, turning back to Sam and she frowns.

"I wouldn't lie. Not about this." She answers with so much honesty that Carly can't take her eyes off of her.

Freddie's head whips around quickly, drawing Carly's gaze. "Is she telling the truth?" Carly swallows and before she can speak, he asks again louder. "Tell me this is one of her sick, unfunny jokes, Carly?"

"Hey! I'm hilarious." Sam interjects angrily and Carly tosses her a look before looking back at Freddie.

"Freddie, I'm sorry…" Carly tries, coming down the stairs quickly and Freddie's eyes close in disbelief.

"This is why? This is why you just dumped me? For Carly?" He's yelling at Sam now and she looks like she wants to yell back but she doesn't, she just looks at him with glassy blue eyes and doesn't turn away.

"I love her." Sam whispers and Freddie looks at Carly with so much anger, she's sort of glad that there's a couch separating them.

"How could you do this?" He asks and Carly winces, folding her arms around herself. "I told you how I felt about her. You knew how I felt about her."

"Freddie…" Carly whispers and she feels bad, so bad and guilty and ashamed.

"I told you everything and you just…"

Sam cuts him off quickly, stepping closer to him, hands loose at her sides. "Stop yelling at her! She didn't do anything wrong! She didn't' steal me from you." and Carly doesn't revel in the way Sam standing up for her makes her feel because Freddie isn't looking at Sam. He's looking at her with betrayal in his eyes.

"How could you do this?" He questions and Carly has no idea what to say to him besides apologizing.

"I'm sorry." Carly breathes and Freddie just shakes his head, turning and leaving with a slam and Carly watches Sam step towards the door like she might follow before looking at Carly with raised eyebrows, while Carly wipes a tear from her face.

"Well that went well." Sam groans and Carly glares at her. "What?"

"Why would you do that?" Carl asks, her voice skyrocketing into a nearly deafening pitch and Sam looks taken aback.

"I did it for you." Sam utters, sitting down on the coffee table. "I should've told him a long time ago and besides, I don't ever want you to look like you did upstairs again. Not because of me and not if I can help it."

For as long as Carly has loved Sam she doubts she's ever loved her as much as she does right now.

"I love you." Carly says and Sam gives her a sad smile.

"I love you too." She answers easily, dropping her head into her hands.


They're not in Carly's bedroom.

Mostly because Spencer told them that Sam wasn't allowed into Carly's room after normal business hours or on holidays during his 'I totally support your relationship' speech and unlike Sam, Carly has an affinity for following rules but her brother hadn't really said anything about the iCarly studio.

"Shh…" Carly can barely hear Sam's gentle shushing over the rushing throb in her ears as she comes crashing down from that tight, soaring, teetering place thanks to Sam's touch. "Shh…" Sam exhales again, easing her hand from between Carly's sticky, shaking thighs and resting her damp fingers on Carly's bare hip. "You're brother's right downstairs."

And Sam's right, Spencer is right downstairs but he's practically dead to the world, his snores audible even on the second floor after being up two days straight working on his newest sculpture.

"It's okay." Carly finally manages, touching Sam's neck before leaning up to kiss her and the way Sam kisses her back makes Carly throb slowly. "He's not waking up anytime soon." She grins but Sam doesn't return the smile, just runs her fingertips over a breast absently.

It's been three days since the blow out with Freddie, three days since he's spoken to either one of them and while Carly is taking it hard, Sam is taking it harder. She's been gloomy and quiet and Carly can't remember Sam ever acting like this.

When Sam leans down to kiss her its slow and deep and serious and Carly knows that means something.

Carly presses back into the bean bag, pulling away and the way Sam is peering down at her, with the blue of her eyes nearly invisible and so somber, makes Carly's stomach flutter.

"Are you okay?" Carly breathes, reaching up and fingering the loose, wild curls of her hair and Sam swallows, eyes darting towards the door quickly.

"Yeah. I've just got a lot going on in my head." Sam sighs quietly and Carly taps her fingertips against the side of her head playfully.

"Tell me what you're thinking." Carly tries and Sam's lips quirk up in the closest thing Carly's seen to a smile on her face in days.

"You don't want to know what's going on up there." Sam whispers. "It's scary."

"You're worried." Carly whispers because she knows Sam and she doesn't need her to say what's wrong to just now. "About the Freddie thing."

"I don't care about that dweeb. He's lucky I didn't knock his block off for yelling at you like that." Sam mutters darkly and Carly just smiles before using her weight to flip Sam onto her back without the both of them falling off of the bean bag.

"Its okay, ya know, to care that Freddie's hurt." Carly says softly and Sam just shrugs the best she can in the softness of the beanbag.

"It's not just that." Sam mutters, "Everything is just so hard."

"I know." Carly sighs touching the soft bare skin of Sam's stomach idly. " But it's worth it. Isn't it?"

Sam smiles now, slow as molasses and just as sweet. "Yeah. Definitely."

Carly leans down and kisses Sam, soft, sweet and chaste and Sam lets her, sinking into the bean bag.


"Freddie!"

Freddie nearly jumps out of his skin as Carly grabs him as he walks past the girls bathroom before yanking him inside by the collar.

"What're you doing? This is the girls restroom. I can't be in here!" He cries before diving for the door but Carly moves faster putting her weight on the door, before he can get it open. "Man, why're you so strong?"

"Freddie stop." Carly barks, "I need to talk to you."

He doesn't let go of the handle, "Well I don't want to talk to you."

"Then just listen." Carly cries and Freddie angrily lets go of the handle.

"Fine."

Carly swallows, she hadn't intended on grabbing Freddie and dragging him into the bathroom to talk but she'd seen the opportunity and seized it.

"I'm sorry." Carly breathes because that's always a good place to start. "I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you about me and Sam."

"Me too." Freddie grumbles, eyes darting towards the door.

"But how could I? You like Sam so much and I couldn't tell you that I liked her too. That she liked me and neither could Sam."

"Well I wish one of you could've done it. I feel like a fool!" He yells and Carly winces, hand rubbing over her eyes, because he's right. He is.

"I'm sorry, Freddie." Carly whispers again and Freddie leans against the sink while Carly leans into the door.

"I really like Sam." He admits softly and Carly nods.

"Me too."

" Yeah, but she's in love with you."

The grin that pulls across Carly's face is huge and she just says "Yeah"

Freddie shakes his head with a small smile.

"I don't want to loose you as a friend, Freddie." Carly confesses quietly and Freddie scratches his head. "I don't want to have to choose."

"I'm not gonna stop being your friend but its gonna take some getting use to." Freddie sighs and Carly smiles at him a little.

"I can deal with that."