AN- Okay, this is a continuation of last chapter that I'm doing because I got a request. It's about Sam and Freddie's first date as a couple again. Hope you like it!

Thickness

Freddie nervously straightened his tie in the mirror. Tonight was the night. His and Sam's first official date as a re-coupled couple. Sure, they had gone out yesterday with Carly, but that didn't count. Tonight it was going to be just the two of theme.

Freddie had thought since him and Sam had already been on a few dates, he wouldn't feel so nervous preparing for this one, but as he ran a comb through his hair, he found himself with the same sweaty palms and shaky breathing that he had experienced getting ready for his and Sam's first date months ago.

"Bye, mom!" Freddie called, quickly heading to the door. "I'm going to my model train club meeting!"

He didn't plan on telling his mom that him and Sam were back together for quite some time. He just hoped Gibby wouldn't go and spill the beans this time.

Freddie walked across the hall to Carly's apartment where he was going to pick up Sam.

"Hey, Freddie," Carly greeted him when he walked in. "Sam's almost ready. She was just finishing getting dressed when I came down here."

Freddie nodded and sat down quietly on the couch.

"Whoa, why are we all dressed up?" Spencer asked, coming out from his bedroom.

"He has a date with Sam," Carly told her brother.

"What? When did this happen?"

"I'll tell you later," Carly told him.

"Fine," Spencer said. Then he turned to Freddie. "But there better be none of the same chiz that happened last time. Don't you dare put Sam through that again."

"It was a mutual break-up," Freddie pointed out.

"I know," Spencer said. "But you know Sam's like another sister to me. I just don't want to see her upset like that again."

"She was really upset?" Freddie asked.

Spencer nodded.

"Alright, let's get going, Benson," Sam said, coming down the stairs wearing a light blue strapless dress and a pair of silver heels.

"Can't I take some pictures first?" Carly asked.

"No, you're just going to put them on iCarly," Sam said.

"…No."

"Our reservations are in twenty minutes," Freddie said, staring at Sam, trying not to drool over how good she looked.

"Have her back by eleven!" Spencer called after the two.

"So, where are we going?" Sam asked as her and Freddie headed down to the lobby and out of the building.

"That steakhouse next to Bed Bath and Bewilderment," Freddie replied.

"Dude, you know that place is probably the most expensive restaurant in Seattle," Sam said.

"I know," Freddie nodded. "And I don't care. I knew you would really like it."

Sam smiled.

When they arrived at the restaurant and took their seats in their booth, Freddie took Sam's hand.

"You look really, really nice tonight."

"I'd hope so," Sam said. "Carly and I spent forever finding this dress. She was dead set on making me wear this weird pink thing with a poofy skirt; thank God I talked her out of it."

Freddie tried to imagine Sam wearing something like that and laughed. "I'm sure you would've still looked amazing in it."

"Probably," Sam shrugged, picking up her menu.

"Hey, what does choice cut mean?" Freddie asked, also picking up a menu.

"It's something to do with the thickness of the steak," Sam answered.

"You're the expert," Freddie said.

The two put in their orders and while they waited they talked and joked like they hadn't in so long. Sam couldn't believe she had survived without Freddie in her life like this for as long as she did. She didn't tell him that, of course. She saved that romantic, sappy stuff for him.

"So," Freddie said, taking a sip of his iced tea. "When did you realize that you wanted us to get back together?"

"About five minutes after we broke up," Sam replied truthfully.

"Spencer said you were really upset," Freddie said, grinning cockily.

"Yeah, well," Sam shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. "I had to go back to buying my own food." She made a mental note to kill Spencer when she got back to Carly's. "So what about you? When did you realize you wanted to come back to mama?"

"Four minutes after we broke up," Freddie said. "So I guess I win."

When the couple's steaks arrived they both dug in right away.

"Oh my God," Freddie said after he took his first bite. "This is so good! This cow must've been raised in one of those special farms."

"Seriously," Sam nodded. "I've had a lot of steak, but this is the best."

She reached across the table for the bottle of steak sauce that the waiter had left for them and poured a large glob onto her plate.

"Um, isn't that a lot of sauce?" Freddie asked.

Sam glared at him.

"Don't worry, I'm kidding," he said, chuckling. "You really don't think I'd be stupid enough to make that mistake twice."

"Smart boy," Sam said approvingly.

Freddie watched as Sam ate and noticed she had gotten some steak sauce on her upper lip.

"You've got something," Freddie told her. "Right-hold on, I'll get it."

He leaned across the table and kissed her, tasting her strawberry lip-gloss and the Salisbury steak sauce.

"You should be glad I used so much steak sauce now," Sam grinned when they broke apart. "Gave you a chance to use that incredibly cheesy move."