Leak

"So," Carly smiled as she sat down on the couch next to Sam and Freddie, who were happily staring into one another's eyes. "How has your first week back together been?"

"Pretty amazing," Freddie said, not looking away from Sam.

"Aw," Sam grinned.

"I'm so happy you two managed to get back together again," Carly said. "Just promise me you won't blow off any iCarly rehearsals like last time."

"Don't worry," Freddie chuckled. "We won't."

"Yeah, we know how to do this couple thing better this time," Sam told her. "Since we've had prior experience."

"You know," Carly said. "I never got a straight answer from either of you…why did you two break up last time anyway?"

"Ugh, do we really have to bring that up?" Sam asked, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the coffee table. "That was six months ago."

"Yeah," Freddie agreed. "Besides, like you said, we're back together now. Does it matter?"

"Well wouldn't you guys like to avoid making whatever mistake it was that broke you apart last time?" Carly pointed out. "Besides, we're all friends here."

"Yeah, and we're hanging out like friends do, watching a movie" Sam said. "Why do you want to ruin it by bringing up that?"

"I'm not trying to ruin our movie night," Carly frowned. "I'm just curious. You guys are my best friends…if there's something I can do to make sure that you guys don't-"

"We're fine!" Sam said loudly, causing both Carly and Freddie to give small jumps of surprise.

"Well if you're so fine I don't see what the big deal is about you telling me why you two broke up in the first place."

"The big deal is that it's really none of your business," Sam said. Her voice was calm, but she spoke with vindication.

"Um, Carly," Freddie said slowly. "Our breakup just really isn't a subject we want to discuss."

"Don't you remember that deal we made back in sophomore year?" Carly said, ignoring Freddie's comment. "About telling each other everything?"

"Oh come on," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "That was years ago! Besides, that was a stupid deal to make in the first place."

"How was it a stupid deal?" Carly frowned.

"Because there's no way that anybody tells anybody everything!" Sam said.

"Oh," Carly said, her voice rising slightly. "So you're telling me that you don't think that your best friend is someone you should tell everything to?"

"Um, guys?" Freddie frowned. "This atmosphere seems to be getting kind of yelly. Maybe we want to-"

"Oh like you tell me everything?" Sam snapped.

"Who wants some more popcorn?" Freddie asked, trying to diffuse the forthcoming argument. "It sure is delicious!"

"I do tell you everything!" Carly defended. "I happen to trust my best friend."

"Really?" Sam said, getting to her feet and crossing her arms. "You tell me everything?"

"Um, so you ready to watch that movie now?" Freddie said uncomfortably. "Guys?"

"Yes!" Carly said firmly, also getting to her feet then.

"Alight then," Sam said. "Since you seem to want to bring up ancient history so bad…that night of the Saddie Hawkins dance, you said that after your dates left you at the Groovy Smoothie, you and Freddie just went home, right?"

"Right," Carly shrugged. "So?"

"So you never thought to even mention the fact that you two finished off the night by having a very cozy slow dance together?" Sam said smugly. "That was only a few weeks after you found out that Freddie and I kissed and gave us that whole secrets speech! And that night you gave us the secrets speech I told you how I was still confused about my kiss with Freddie and how I didn't exactly hate him anymore!"

"I-I didn't know that you telling me you didn't hate him anymore was you telling me you had feelings for Freddie!" Carly exclaimed. "And-And how did you know about us dancing?"

"I saw you," Sam said coldly.

Carly blinked. "You saw us?"

"I came to meet up with your guys after I left Gibby's," Sam said. "And you were all wrapped around each other dancing."

"But-Sam, that was nothing," Carly said quickly. "We just both wanted to have one nice dance that night."

"Yeah, it didn't mean anything," Freddie said quickly.

"It meant something to me," Sam mumbled as she turned to leave the apartment, slamming the door behind her.

"Freddie, I-I'm sorry," Carly said. "I didn't mean for that to happen…"
"Carly," Freddie sighed. "There-There's actually a reason we don't want to discuss why we broke up with anyone…especially with you. I really wish you could just respect that. I get that you want to help us, but you're not."

Carly nodded but didn't say anything.

"I'm gonna go try and find her," Freddie said.

"Tell her-tell her I'm sorry when you do," Carly sighed. "I just feel terrible now…I can't believe she saw us dancing that night. I should've told her, I-I don't know why I didn't."

"Because it's like Sam said," Freddie told her. "Sometimes you just want to keep some things to yourself."

And with that he rushed out of the apartment.

…..

Freddie instantly knew where Sam would be; out on his fire escape, leaning against the railing and looking down at the city as she always did when she was upset about something.

"Hey," Freddie said, climbing through the window. "Listen, Carly's really sorry. I don't think she meant for you guys to get into a fight or anything."

Sam shrugged. "Sometimes she just digs and digs and digs into something and can't let it go."

Freddie nodded as he stood next to her. "Yeah…that's one of her flaws, I guess."

The two were silent for a moment.

"Sam," Freddie finally said. "About that dance…I'm sorry we never told you. But it was just a friendly dance. It never meant anything."

"You guys did start going out a few months after," Sam pointed out.

"But not because of that dance," Freddie said firmly. "It was because of that whole taco truck thing…and it never felt real."

"I know," Sam sighed.

"Did you really have feelings for me when you saw us dancing?" Freddie asked softly.

"I didn't exactly like you then," Sam told him. "But when we brought up the kiss again it made me think about how-how nice it was…and then I couldn't stop thinking about it and I didn't know if that was normal. That night we told Carly we kissed, after Spencer finally untied us from those chairs the pant prisoners put in, me and Carly were up in her room and she asked me a bunch more questions about the kiss and-and I told her that I did like it and that I didn't think I hated you anymore. I know that wasn't exactly me telling her I was in love with you or anything, but-but it still hurt when I saw her dancing with you like that."

"I'm so sorry," Freddie said, gently stroking her shoulder.

"Don't be sorry," Sam mumbled. "I know you two didn't mean anything with it. I'm over it. It's just…Carly doesn't get to give me her whole speech about telling me everything when she doesn't follow through herself. But I'm okay with her not telling me everything. I don't get why she needs to know everything about our relationship."

"Well, think about it," Freddie said slowly. "The three of us have been best friends for forever. And now you and me are a couple and we do a lot of thing just the two of us…without her. Maybe her badgering us about every detail of our relationship is just her way of trying to feel included."

Sam didn't say anything.

"She's your best friend, Sam," Freddie said. "I know she needs to learn when to step back, but never meant to hurt you."

"I know," Sam whispered. She gripped Freddie's hand. "I just don't want her to know that the reason we broke up last time was because of what she said…that would devastate her. And I'm just worried that one day she's going to badger me into letting that leak. That's why I left back there…I knew if she kept pushing the issue I'd tell her she was the reason we broke up."

"I don't want her to find out about that either," Freddie agreed. "She doesn't even know that we heard what she said that night. She just thought she was talking to Spencer and that Jenna girl." He looked into her eyes.

"Um, while we're on the subject of that…I just want to talk to you about something."

"What?" Sam frowned.

"I think we need to make an agreement," Freddie said. "Obviously, we're not the most traditional couple out there. People are going to think we're crazy for dating and that we're not right for each other and that we don't belong together."

"Yeah, the iCarly site is already fired up with comments from the Creddie fans saying how we're too different to be in a relationship," Sam sighed.

"There's no changing how different we are," Freddie told her. "But I just want us to promise each other that if for some reason we-we break up…it's going to be because it's what we honestly feel is right. Not because people keep telling us we're not supposed to be with each other."

Sam nodded. "Okay."

"I don't think we'll have that problem, though," Freddie said softly, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. "After all, we already broke up…yet here we are again."

"I guess we can't get enough of each other," Sam smirked, leaning up to give him another kiss.

Sam and Freddie returned to the Shay's apartment an hour later. Carly was anxiously pacing in the living room.

"Sam, I-I'm sorry," Carly said at once. "I didn't mean to keep going on and on like that. Your break up with Freddie is between you and him. If you don't feel comfortable talking about it…that's fine."

Sam nodded. "It's okay."

"Obviously you and Freddie are going to have things that go on between you that you want to keep between you," Carly continued. "I-I don't want you two to have to tell those things to anybody but each other. That's not fair to you."

"We appreciate that," Freddie smiled.

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "But come on, kid, you know I'll still tell you plenty. You are my best friend, after all. I need to have someone to talk about the important stuff that Fredward doesn't understand."

"Of course," Carly laughed as she stepped over to hug the blonde.