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Carly yawned as she headed downstairs. She could hear a racket going on in the kitchen, which is what had woken her up. She assumed Spencer was up starting his day with a Spencer-like activity already.

"Spencer," Carly yawned as she walked into kitchen. "Spencer, what the heck are you-Sam?"

"Oh, hey Carls," Sam said as she slid something into oven. "About time you got up. How late do you sleep?"

"Sam, it's eight thirty," Carly frowned. "I don't think you've even been conscious at eight thirty on a weekend your entire life. How long have you been over here?"

"Um, since six, I think," Sam said, pouring something from a pot on the stove into a baking dish. "Maybe earlier."

"Okay, so would you like to explain why you've been up all morning baking?" Carly asked.

Sam shrugged. "I thought I'd make Freddie some of his favorite things…I've got those vanilla cupcakes he likes in the oven, I'm almost done with this fudge, there are chocolate chip cookies on the counter and I'm just about to start on some lasagna for him."

Carly went over to Sam and felt her forehead. "You feeling okay?"

"What? Yeah," Sam said. "Why?"

"Because since when do you do something so…nice for your boyfriend?" Carly asked.

"Come on," Sam said. "I do nice things for him."

"Well, sure," Carly admitted. "I mean, you don't beat him up as much anymore, and give him that weekly compliment, and you do…other things that make him pretty dang happy, but this? Surprising him with a ton of homemade food? This sort of seems like something Freddie would do for you."

"I know," Sam nodded. "Which is why I'm doing this sort of…I mean, just the other day the nub went and bought me a rose for every day we've been together; how does he come up with that chiz?"

"Aw," Carly smiled. "That's the sweetest thing ever."

"I know," Sam mumbled. "So obviously I have to even the playing field here."

"Ugh, leave it to you to make this into a competition," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "But I still think it's really cute that you're doing all this for Freddie."

"Thanks…anyway, can you just sort of make sure that Freddie doesn't come over here all day?" Sam asked. "I don't want him to see everything before it's ready."

"Um, sure," Carly nodded. "What do you want me to do with him?"

"I dunno, go get smoothies or do homework at the place with all the books, what's that called again?"

"The library?" Carly chuckled.

"Yeah, there," Sam said.

"Okay, no problem," Carly said. "Just text me when you want me to bring him back over here."

"Cool, thanks," Sam replied.

"So," Carly said, picking up a batter covered spoon from the sink and beginning to lick it. "Is there any occasion you're being all romantic for? Anniversary? His grandparents birthday or something?"

"Nah, not really," Sam smiled. "But he was sort of stressed yesterday; he was working on his college applications all day and then his teacher assigned some huge physics project to him and when he got home he found his mom in his bedroom trying to superglue all his things to the floor so he couldn't leave her next year. I figured this would sort of make him feel a little better."

Carly grinned. "You love your boyfriend."

"Shut up," Sam mumbled, blushing.

"Man, I can't believe we spent all day at the library," Freddie sighed as him and Carly walked back to their apartments. "And I barely got anything done!"

"What are you talking about?" Carly frowned. "You finished the history report we had to do on World War II, you did about three-fourths of your physics project and you finished your admissions essays for three of the colleges your applying for!"

"I know," Freddie sighed. "I just have so much to do lately; I've been really stressed. Applications are due next month, all of our teachers at school are piling so much work on us, I have all our iCarly stuff, plus I have to deal with my psycho mom, who has been trying non-stop to convince me to stay home and go to college over the Internet so I don't have to leave her."

"I know, that's rough," Carly said, giving him a sympathetic smile.

"Anyway, I'm beat," Freddie yawned. "I think I'm gonna call Sam really quick and then go to bed. I'll see you for iCarly rehearsal tomorrow."

"Wait, um, come in here for a second," Carly said, nodding over at her apartment.

"Why?" Freddie asked.

"Because, um, I think Spencer wanted to ask you some guy question," Carly lied quickly.

Freddie cringed. "Do I want to hear it?"

"Oh just come on," Carly said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him through the door.

The lights were dimmed in the apartment; Sam had lit a bunch of candles. She was standing by the table, which was covered in the food she had spent all day making, wearing a purple dress.

"What's going on?" Freddie asked, confused.

"You two have fun," Carly smiled, heading back out the door. "I'm gonna give you guys some private time."

"Sam?" Freddie frowned as Carly closed the door behind her.

"You like it?" Sam asked, stepping towards Freddie and giving him a long kiss.

"Well…yeah!" Freddie said once they pulled apart. "But, did you do all this?"

"Uh-huh," Sam nodded, taking his hand and leading him to the table. "I made all your favorite things."

"Whoa, this must've taken all day," Freddie grinned.

"Yeah, well," Sam shrugged. "Come on, let's eat. You have no idea how hard it was waiting for you to get back to stuff my face."

"I'm still confused," Freddie said as he spooned some lasagna onto his plate. "Why'd you do all of this for me?"

"Because," Sam said, grabbing some garlic bread. "You've been really stressed out between school and applying for college and your mom…I thought you could sort of use something to get your mind off of everything for awhile."

"Well it definitely worked," Freddie told her. "Thanks Sam. I really needed this."

"Come on, you do chiz like this for me all the time," Sam told him.

"Still, I really appreciate it," Freddie told her, smiling. He took her hand. "You know you're the best girlfriend, right?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "And you know you're the sappiest boyfriend, right?" She leaned over and kissed him. "But I love you anyway."