AN = Be prepared for a long AN. So basically, it's 23:56 on Valentine's Day right now and I still haven't posted this so I'm typed awfully quick. This is a future fic, by the way. Yay! I finally finished one. Anyway, this doesn't really explain who everyone is, but don't worry. It's not too hard to remember. Sam and Freddie have four kids: Kallie, Liam, Mia and Jennette. Kallie's the oldest, Liam and Mia are twins (two minutes apart), and Jennette's the youngest. Blake is Carly's son. And Elena is Mia's best friend. Mia, Blake and Elena hang out together, like Carly, Sam and Freddie hung out together. That's pretty much all you need to know for now. I hope you enjoy! By the way, Happy Late Valentine's Day! x
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. x
Valentine
"So you're telling me you got your first Valentine card when you were seventeen?" Sam and Freddie's fifteen-year-old daughter, Mia, asked her mum as the two sat on the sofa, two days before Valentine's day. "That won't happen to me, will it?"
"Considering I was practically identical to you when I was your age," Sam chuckled, grabbing a handful of popcorn. "There's a possibility, yes."
Mia moaned. "Ugh, I can't wait that long! I want a card to rub in Elena's face!"
"Elena's your best friend," Sam frowned. "Why would you do that?"
"Because she always gets, like, twenty cards and at least five bouquets of flowers," Mia mumbled. "It's so unfair."
"Mia, sweetie," Sam sighed. "Look, I know it's hard when all the guys go after your best friend-"
"You have no idea how horrible it is," Mia pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yes, Mia, I do," Sam said firmly. "But there's a guy out there for you; one that will like you much more than Elena, okay?"
"Whatever," Mia said, getting to her feet. "I'm going upstairs."
"Alright, but if you ever need to talk-"
"I know."
Once Sam had heard her daughter's bedroom door shut, she headed into the kitchen and was surprised to see her husband at the stove.
"What are you doing?" Sam frowned, leaning against the doorframe. "Don't tell me you're trying to cook."
Freddie stayed silent.
"What are you doing?" Sam repeated.
"You just told me not to tell you that I'm trying to cook," Freddie pointed out.
"Don't be all smart with me either," Sam said. "And hey, you have a lot of parenting to catch up on, baby. I just gave Mia a very good speech about how she's gonna find the right guy someday."
"Why's she worried about that?" Freddie asked, putting down the cookbook he was reading. "She's only fifteen."
"Yeah, I know," Sam sighed, helping herself to an apple from the fruit bowl. "But she's sick of being second to Elena...and I don't blame her at all."
"Why does she think she's second to Elena?"
"Same reasons I thought I was second to Carly," Sam admitted. "You know, she got good grades, had perfect hair, had guys chasing after her every second of the day. And, well, she had you chasing after her too."
"Sam," Freddie said softly, pulling his wife into an embrace. "I thought we got over this; I love you much more than I love Carly."
"Well, that's nice to hear."
The two turned around and noticed Carly stood beside the stairs, chuckling slightly.
"Carls?" Sam said, pulling away from Freddie. "I didn't hear you come in."
Carly shrugged. "I was quiet, didn't want to ruin the moment."
"Sorry about that," Freddie said. "You know I love you, just, like, as a sister-"
"It's fine," Carly chuckled. "I know what you meant. Anyway, Sam, are you still able to help me with the planning of the high school Valentine's dance?"
Sam groaned. "When did I even say I'd help originally?"
"The other night," Carly said. "We were on the phone at, like, midnight and-"
"I was trying to get you off the phone," Sam told her, remembering what she and Freddie were in the middle of doing when Carly called her. "Freddie and I were...busy."
"And I learnt my lesson last time, I'm not even gonna ask you what you were busy with."
"Good idea," Sam smirked as Freddie put an arm around her.
"But please help!" Carly begged. "I'm not doing it all by myself! Please!"
"Fine," Sam said hesitantly. "But I better get free food out of it."
"We can talk about it over dinner," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "And Freddie? Were you about to cook?"
"Okay," Freddie said, exasperated. "What's wrong with me wanting to try something new?"
"Everything, baby," Sam laughed, patting her husband's shoulder. "You almost burnt down the house last time you tried to cook."
"That was an accident!"
...
"So you think we should get a confetti canon?" Carly asked as she and her best friend sat at a restaurant, talking about the prom plans. "It would be-Sam? Are you even listening?"
"Yeah, yeah," Sam nodded, her mouth full of steak. "Something about prom king and queen."
Carly frowned. "I said that twenty minutes ago."
"Oh," Sam said simply, shrugging. "Looks like I wasn't listening."
"Sam!" Carly scolded, rolling her eyes. "This is important!"
"It's just another school dance," Sam said, having another mouthful of steak. "By the way, is Blake going to this dance?"
"Do you think he has a choice?"
"Fair point," Sam laughed. "Mia's definitely not going, that's a fact."
"Aww, Blake won't like that," Carly said. "He was gonna ask Mia to it."
Sam almost gagged on her steak. She waited a moment before she could swallow then turned back to her best friend.
"Blake wants to ask Mia?!" Sam exclaimed in absolute shock. "Does he want to end up in the hospital with a concussion?"
"You never know, she might surprise us," Carly shrugged like it was no big deal. She took a bite of the salad on her plate. "Mmm, this is a good salad."
Sam grimaced. "Salad, eww! Anyway, you really think Mia would say yes? And I thought they hated each other-"
"Mia hates Blake," Carly corrected. "Blake's liked her for what feels like forever. I think they should just get together."
"Blake likes Mia?" Sam asked herself more than herself than anyone else. "Wow, wasn't expecting that."
"So do you think Mia will say yes?"
"Maybe if Blake says the right thing," Sam shrugged. "You remember what happened when Freddie asked me to the prom back in Senior Year? Even though we were dating, I still made him ask me. He asked me eight times until I said yes."
"Yeah," Carly smiled. "I remember him asking me for advice; I was the one who suggested him to take you to watch the sunset."
Sam smirked. "That sorta means you should've been the one I whacked around the head."
...
"So how'd prom planning go?" Freddie asked as the two got ready for bed that night.
"It was...interesting," Sam shrugged, pulling back the bed covers. "Turns out our daughter might be going to the dance after all."
"Mia?" Freddie said, getting into bed beside his wife. "Mia wants to go to the dance?"
"I never said that, nub," Sam sighed, rolling her eyes. "But I know someone who wants to go to the prom with Mia."
Little did the two know that Mia was standing outside her parent's bedroom door. She had her hand on the handle and had to grab onto the wall for support when she heard what her mum had just said.
"Who?"
"Blake," Sam said. "Carly told me that he's planning on asking her."
Mia was silent. She had zoned out from reality and all she could think about was the brunette boy who was probably terrified of asking her. She imagined the look on his face if she said no; normally she'd laugh at him, but for some reason, she felt like she actually wanted to go with him. She'd rather go with him than spend her Valentine's day alone in her bedroom.
"So you think she'll say yes?" Freddie asked, bringing Mia back to reality. "I mean, I doubt Carly would want to visit her son in the hospital."
Sam chuckled slightly. "I doubt Mia would hurt him for asking, Frednub. She'd probably just insult him and laugh in his face."
"Yeah, maybe."
Sam got out of bed, sensing something was up, so she went to the door and saw Mia stood the other side of the door. "Hey, sweetie. What's up, and how long have you been stood there?"
"Is Blake really gonna ask me to the dance?" Mia asked immediately.
"You-You heard that?"
"Yeah," Mia said softly, nodding her head. "What do I say?"
"Well, do you wanna go?" Sam said, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"I-I don't know," Mia said, still a little shaky. "I'm going to bed. I-I'll decide tomorrow."
"Oh, and Mia?" Sam called after her.
"Yeah?"
"What did you come here for anyway?"
"Oh, yeah, Jennette needs you," Mia stated. "She needed help to get to the bathroom on her crutches."
"'Kay. Tell her I'm coming now," Sam said, following her daughter out.
...
"He asked me," Mia said bluntly, dropping down onto the sofa beside her little sister the next day.
"That's good, though, right?" Jennette asked, pausing the Galaxy Wars movie she was watching.
"I guess," Mia shrugged.
"And what did you say?" Sam asked, entering the lounge room from the kitchen. "You didn't make him cry, did you?"
"No," Mia said, rolling her eyes. "I said yes."
Jennette laughed. "No, really, what did you do?"
"I said yes," Mia repeated, shrugging, leaning back on the sofa. "No big deal."
"Yes, big deal!" Sam exclaimed. "You're going to the dance with Carly's son!"
"I get that," Mia nodded. "Anything else you wanna point out?"
"No, but you actually said yes?"
"Well, yeah," Mia shrugged. "Again, no big deal. I just need a dress and-"
"OMG!" Carly squealed, entering the house unexpectedly. "Mia! You said yes! You're going to the dance with Blake?"
Sam sighed. "I knew she'd be like this!"
"Sam!" Carly beamed, ignoring her friend's comment. "Our kids are going to the dance together!"
"Wait, who's going to the dance with who?" Mia's twin brother, Liam, asked, walking in the room from the kitchen.
"Mia's going with Blake," Jennette said, knowing she was gonna get a reaction from her brother.
"What!?" Liam yelled. "As in my best friend Blake?"
"Yes, your best friend Blake," Jennette chuckled.
"No!" Liam said immediately, stamping his foot to the ground. "No way am I letting my best friend go out with my little sister!"
"Dude, I'm like two minutes younger than you," Mia pointed out, finding her brother's reaction awfully funny. Why was he making such a deal out of it? "Plus, it's only one dance."
"That's how it starts! One dance. You kiss. Then...bang! You get married and have a million kids!"
"Who kissed who?" Freddie asked, entering the house through the back door.
"Great, now we're all here, making a big deal out of nothing," Mia mumbled, sighing. "It's just one dance!"
"Mia is going to the dance with Blake," Sam told her husband.
"What!?" Freddie exclaimed. "No, no way!"
"Glad someone's on my side," Liam said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You were fine when we were talking about this yesterday, baby," Sam frowned.
"Yes, but I thought Mia was gonna say no!"
"We all thought I was gonna say no!" Mia suddenly yelled, getting to her feet, causing the whole room to fall silent. "So let me get this straight; you guys wanna decide who takes me to the dance?"
"No, sweetie, we-"
"Yes, you do!" Mia interrupted. "You all thought I'd say no to Blake, didn't you? But I didn't. If you were so against the idea, well, everyone except for Carly that is, why did you even let Blake ask me?"
There was no response.
"Thought so," Mia mumbled, leaving the room. "I'm calling Kallie; maybe my older sister will be able to talk some sense into you people!"
...
Valentine's Day finally came. Sam and Freddie were out on a date for the night while Jennette was at a friend's house and Mia and Liam were getting ready for the dance.
"Come on, guys!" Carly shouted up the stairs. "The limo is waiting!"
Mia admired herself once more in the mirror before turning back to her sister, who she was video chatting with. "I have to go, Kalls."
"Of course. And remember to have fun," nineteen-year-old Kallie smiled. "Sorry, I'm not able to be there to help you get ready for your first dance properly."
"There's always prom," Mia pointed out, feeling a smile grow on her own face. "I'll call you later."
"Okay, see you then. By the way, you look extremely beautiful tonight, sis. If Blake doesn't ask you out, he's an absolute idiot," Kallie said before hanging up the chat.
Ask me out? Mia thought to herself, running a hand through her hair. He wants me to be his girlfriend? Is that why he asked me to the dance tonight?
Her thoughts were interrupted when her bedroom door opened, revealing Liam stood there. "Hurry up, Mia. We have to go."
"Dude!" Mia yelled. "I could've been in the middle of changing!"
"Just hurry up," Liam mumbled, heading out the room, now very embarrassed.
Mia grabbed her bag from her bed and put it over her shoulder, smoothing out her dress once more. "Alright, I'm fine. I look hot and amazing. I'm gonna make sure I have a good night."
...
"Mia," Blake smiled as Mia approached him that night outside the gym hall. "You-Beautiful...Wow."
"English please?" Mia joked. "So are we gonna go inside?"
"Yeah, uh, sure," Blake nodded, still a little stunned at how amazing Mia looked. He passed her a large bouquet of flowers. "I got these for you."
"Sappy nub," Mia laughed, nudging Blake in the side playfully. She took the flowers from him. "But thanks. Roses, my favourite."
"Without the thorns this time," Blake pointed out.
"Thanks for reminding me," Mia said, rolling her eyes. "My finger was bleeding for like two hours last time you got me roses."
Blake chuckled as they began walking towards the doors. "And I'll always check from now on whether the roses have thorns or not."
...
"Hey," Mia said, walking up to her brother later that night. "What's up? Where's your date?"
Liam shrugged. "Somewhere in here."
"Ah," Mia nodded.
"You having fun with Blake then?"
"Yeah," Mia smiled, grabbing a handful of cookies from the refreshment table behind her. "I guess I never found out how nice he was because I was too busy teasing and bullying him."
"He's probably one of the nicest boys around," Liam stated absentmindedly.
"But why didn't you want me to be with him here?" Mia asked softly. "Do you think I don't deserve someone so great?"
"No," Liam said quickly. "Course not, sis. Look, I don't really wanna be left out, that's why. You know, when your sister dates your best friend. You don't get to hang out with your best friend so much because-"
"-because all their attention is on their new girlfriend," Mia finished. "Yeah, I get it, Liam. You dated Elena for a bit, remember?"
"We were, like, thirteen."
"Yeah, but still. I felt left out because my best friend had found someone new," Mia shrugged. "But even if Blake and I do ever get together, it won't be like that for you, okay? I promise I'll give him time so he can hang out with you, too."
"Thanks," Liam finally said after a minute silence. "That really means a lot."
...
"How was the dance?" Sam asked the second the kids arrived back at the house.
Mia handed her mum the roses Blake had given her. "Here you go, mum. Can you find a new vase or something for them?"
"Sure," Sam nodded. "But how was the dance? I want details."
"It was good," Liam shrugged, heading for the stairs. "I'm going to bed. Night."
"Night, sweetie," Sam smiled. She turned back to her daughter. "Did you have fun with Blake?"
"Uh huh," Mia beamed. "He's actually really nice."
"Exactly what I said after I went to prom with your dad when I was eighteen," Sam laughed. "Well, the day after prom."
"The day after? What did you do the night of prom?"
"You don't wanna know," Sam smirked. "You really don't wanna know."
...
*One Month Later*
"Guess what, guys!" Carly exclaimed, rushing into the house and into the lounge room where everyone was sat. "Mia and Blake got together!"
Mia and Blake then ran inside too, completely out of breath.
"C-Carly," Mia said tiredly. "I-I told you to w-wait for us to tell them."
Sam smiled, pulling her daughter into a hug. "Aww, sweetie! I'm so happy for you."
"Yeah, so happy," Freddie agreed. He crossed his arms over her chest and turned to Blake. "You better not hurt my daughter or-or I'll do something! I don't know what but I'll think of something!"
"I promise I will never hurt her," Blake said, putting a hand on his heart. "I promise. I'd never do that; I lo-like her so much."
Mia put an arm around Blake's shoulder then leaned up to whisper. "Love you too, babe."
"How long do you think they'll last?" Jennette asked her brother as the two sat and watched the scene.
"Two months," Liam said. "Or maybe, if they're lucky, three months."
"I think a month," Jennette said. "You wanna bet on it?"
AN = I love the ending for some insane reason. Was it boring? Was it believable? How will I know if you don't review, lol? By the way, in case you're wondering, Jennette is on crutches in this chapter because she recently came out of hospital (I'll explain it in later oneshots.) Anyway, this is the first Seddie future fic I've posted and I hope you like it. The ending was very rushed since I was literally against the clock while watching this. Hope you enjoyed! x