Chapter eleven: Barney Blanket

"Sam, please don't embarrass me on the internet like that again," Freddie demanded, walking down the stairs after the web show with Sam in front of him. "You won't do it again, will you?"

She looked back at him. "Maybe."

His jaw dropped. "Maybe? I didn't appreciate what you just did. I'm probably going to be made fun of at school for the rest of my life now."

Sam nodded her head. "Probably."

"I'm not kidding, Sam," he said, following her to the kitchen where Carly was making her special lemonade. "Telling people I still sleep with the same blanket I had since I was two is not acceptable."

"That's not too embarrassing," Carly shrugged, trying to make him feel better.

"Well, she didn't need to tell everyone it's Barney!" Freddie shouted.

Sam tried not to laugh.

"You think it's funny, Puckett?"

"Yes. Yes, I do. Hence the laughter," she chuckled, putting a hand on her hip.

"Well then what I'm gonna say next must be hilarious. We're over." He stormed out of the apartment in a second, leaving Sam behind with a dropped jaw.

Tears started forming in her eyes and she stared at her shoes.

Carly walked up to Sam and patted her shoulder. "Sam, you need to apologize."

"How? He won't accept my apology." A tear slid down Sam's cheek. She didn't want to cry, but the guy she loves just broke up with her. "I didn't know telling our audience he had a Barney blanket still would upset him so much."

"At least try apologizing," Carly told Sam sincerely. "He might not get back together with you, but at least he'll know you're sorry."

Sam wiped away some tears and walked out of the apartment quickly.

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Hours later, Freddie sat in his living room watching the newest episode of Girly Cow. It's been out for a week and he's seen it more times than he's gone to the bathroom in a month. The channel totally overplays it.

And it doesn't help when nothing else is on.

There was a knock at the door and Freddie was too depressed to get up and answer it. "Come in," he called out.

The door opened, revealing Sam standing in the doorway with a sad smile on her face. "Hi," she whispered.

Freddie sat up straighter. "Hey." Then there was an awkward silence. "Can you shut the door on your way out?" He asked, breaking the silence.

Sam frowned and shut the door, but she didn't leave. "I wanted to apologize to you about telling everyone about your blanket. I just updated my status, my iCarly blog, and I sent a tweet saying if anyone made fun of you I'd pound their face in."

Freddie flashed a tiny smile. "Thanks. I appreciate you apologizing."

Sam sat next to Freddie on the couch. "Are we still dating?"

Freddie licked his lips and looked down. "I don't know. How do I know you wont just humiliate me again?"

"Because I'm not an idiot. I'm the type of person that learns from their mistakes. And, trust me, what I did was a mistake. A big mistake and I'm actually surprised you forgave me. I promise that I won't-"

She was cut off by Freddie kissing her. She put her hands on his shoulders and he deepened the kiss. They kissed for a few more seconds and then Freddie pulled away.

"Do you want to go out to the movies tomorrow night or something?" He asked with a smile.

"On a date?"

"Yeah."

"Totally. I love you, Freddie."

"I love you too," he said with a smirk.

"Hey, is your mom home?"

"No," Freddie sighed. "She's at work. She has the late shift."

"Good. I'm staying over," Sam stated.

Freddie raised his eyebrows.

"I mean, is that okay with you?" Sam asked nervously.

He grinned. "Yeah, you can stay over." He put an arm around her and they watched movies all night, starting with Titanic and ending with Transformers.

They were tired the next day, to say the least.

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I've been obsessed with Titanic lately and my mom and brother just saw the newest Transformers movie, so... yeah. :P