Thanks for the reviews guys! I love that enjoyed the first chapter and to answer a reviewers question... No this story is far from over!

So I bet some of you wonder why I've made Sam a dancer when Jennette McCurdy is a singer? Well because JMac also has excellent rhythm and you could tell that she has a lot of dancing ability from the episodes on iCarly. Also, Sam has never shown any type of interest at all in singing on the show yet so I made Sam a dancer. There we go. :o)

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly because if I DID I would hire myself to be on the show... And the show would most likely die...

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SAM'S POV

After the nub and I finally made it out of bed, he finished making me breakfast. A full plate of eggs, bacon, and 4 slices of toast with cream cheese and strawberries. He cooked so much for me the only thing left was some Rasin Bran which he ate happily. And of course, I sat and watched him cook shirtless. I rarely say it to his face, but my man is sexy. Sun kissed skin, smooth, toned muscles. Beautiful.

He dropped me to the studio early that morning, reminding me about my day out with my brides maids. There where still some flowers needed for the wedding and we were all going to get our hair done and of course the mani-pedi (which I was forced into by Carly and Julia).

"Don't be late..." he warned. "You know how Carly gets."

"Uh huh... Don't want a repeat of the donut incident..."

"Hey! We don't speak of the donut incident... It could scar any child within ear shot for life!"

"Right," I replied zipping my lips and throwing away the key.

Freddie gave me a crooked grin. He was completely conscious of the effect his mouth had on me. His soft, tempting mouth... Oh yeah, he knew it. "Now if you do that, how am I supposed to kiss you goodbye?"

I shrugged dramatically, lifting my hands into the air while keeping my lips tightly shut. He slanted his head toward mine then crushed his lips to my still closed mouth. I refused to let him win. But as he licked and nipped at my lower lip playfully, I felt my resolve slowly fading. His hands roamed my body until I felt shivers making their way down my spine. The way he made me feel amazed me. No man had ever had this much of an effect on me. It was hard to believe that I didn't notice my feelings for him until long after our first kiss on the fire escape. He was the perfect man, flaws and all. Sweet, loving, strong yet sensitive, and very easy to pick on. Not to mention a fantastic cook. The sight of him in an apron made me think only of tearing it off of him. He was the only one for me. If I wasn't marrying him I know I would have died alone. But he came and swept me off my feet and I fell for him. Hard.

The thoughts of us being together forever brought another surge of passion to life inside of me and I opened my mouth to him. Letting him in. We groaned and gasped softly as we grabbed frantically at each other, neither of us were able to get enough. I would never get enough.

I pulled away to catch my breath and he pressed his forehead to mine. Our eyes met and I saw the love and adoration pouring from of Freddie's gaze. "I love you," he whispered. "And I can't wait for you to be my wife. I can't wait to watch you walk down that isle. Can't wait to make you mine forever..."

I gulped, overcome by the intensity in his eyes. "Me too..." I smiled softly and pecked his mouth a few times before I opened the car door and stepped out. "See ya later." I called after I shut the door. As the car moved away, I noticed the blush that had risen in my cheeks while he kissed me. I loved that man. More than I had ever thought possible. I realized years ago that I would do anything to see him happy.

I brushed the wrinkles from my sweatshirt and picked a few pieces of lint from my spandex pants then walked into the small dance studio. Julia, one of my now close friends and the receptionist at the studio greeted me cheerfully. She was African-American with curly hair that she always wore with some snazzy head band. She was in one word, one of the most beautiful people inside and out. And like me, she was a dancer.

"Good morning, Mrs. Puckett-Benson!" she called slyly.

"Hey there powder puff," I teased, chuckling at her girly excitement.

She walked over to me. "You nervous about the big day tomorrow?"

I looked down at feet. "Maybe a little."

Julia scoffed. "Why? I saw that little moment of... intensity you two shared out in the car. The man is obviously head over heels."

"Ya think?" I asked sincerely.

She nodded. "Of course! Now I didn't want to say anything in case you would take it offensively... but you've been getting curvier."

I looked down at myself. "Really? Gahh... Freddweina told me all that cheese would come back to haunt me..."

"No, no! I mean, in all the right places! Have you considered-"

I laughed, already knowing what was coming. "No I'm not pregnant, Jules..."

"How can you be so sure?"

This wasn't a topic I liked to discuss. Freddie and I had always talked about having a baby and before I gave into the idea of marriage we tried for months. When we finally went to the doctor, I found out that the chances of us having a baby were slim... and it was because of me. I wanted to cry, but I knew that if I was hurting, Freddie was hurting even more. So I brushed it off saying, "Hey... This means worry free sex!" I found out too late that that was completely the wrong thing to say. He told me had always wanted a little girl.

"That's another story for another day!" I said over enthusiastically rubbing my hands together. "So, gotta get to dancing!"

Julia looked at me uncertainly. "Alright Sam... So you remember the date the SDC is coming it town?"

"Of course two weeks."

"Have you told Freddie that you're auditioning?"

"Nah...He knows I've been thinking about it but I didn't tell him I was serious. I'd rather him not know for now..."

Julia sighed. "Alright..."

I smiled then waved at her and made my way into a small room. Private. When I saw myself in a mirror I realized that Jules was right. I was getting curvier. It would be salads and PB&J's for the next few weeks.

I put my CD in the radio in the room and turned to track five. Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Ever since I saw Russell and (find name) on So You Think You Can Dance perform it, I instantly loved the song. I got in the starting position then began to go through the routine. It was slow, emotional. I thought of my dad, my past, how much I loved Freddie. The child we would never have. The emotions swirled through me like a whirlwind, my heart breaking and rejoicing again with each memory. This was why I loved dance. An expression of my feelings using the things I love most. Music and movement.

When the song ended, I didn't even realize it. I was too into what I was feeling, something I was never good at. Freddie was the only one who had ever seen my raw emotions and I wanted to keep it that way. No one else needed to see Samantha Puckett. Everyone else would just have to deal with Sam.

I wiped a few fallen tears from my eyes when I heard slow clapping. I turned quickly, hair flying to see who was looking. A man, young, about my age, tall, muscly, somewhat good looking, stood there in a leotard with a duffel bag over his shoulder. "What the hell?" I shouted.

The dude stopped clapping instantly. "Oh.. I'm sorry. I didn't realize this room was being used so I came in. But when I saw you dancing..." he shook his head in disbelief. "I could stop watching..."

"Sorry to break it to you but that sounds very creeper-ish..."

"Hey," he lifted his hands in surrender. "Only dancer respecting dancer."

I cocked an eyebrow curiously. Respect is my type of word. "Alright..." I crossed my arms. "You're pretty bulky for a dancer..." My eyes traveled down his bulging muscles.

"You're pretty short for a dancer..." The dude chuckled. "I'm Chandler. Chandler Leiver."

My eyes widened while I tried to hold in a laugh. His ridiculous name totally surpassed the fact that he had just insulted Sam Puckett. "Wait a minute... You're name is Chandler... Leiver... You know that sound like Chandalier right?" And I busted out laughing. I couldn't help it...

"Har Har... Very funny... You know I've heard that joke most of my life?" He dropped his duffel to the ground.

I coughed away the remainders of a laugh. "Right... I'm Sam. Sam Puckett. I don't dance one style. I'm trying to master them all."

He smiled one of those dreamy, boy band smiles and extended his hand. "Well, Sam Puckett. Is there a Mr. Sam Puckett?"

I looked between his hand and his face. "Okay, back off dude... And yes. Starting tomorrow anyway."

"Oh," he shrugged. "Too bad..."

I looked at him funny. "For who?"

"Me..." he smiled weakly.

I scoffed. How desperate... Ha this kid... "Yeah too bad for you. Anyways, Chandy, Mama gots a dance to be workin' on so... bye!"

"Wait..."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah..?"

He stepped closer. "I was wondering if you could help me with this routine I was working on. It's a duet."

I laughed. "What kind of a nubcake choreographs a dance for two people by himself?"

"You're a mean little thing aren't you?" He joked.

"Kindness makes me want to puke..."

His eyes widened, and then, as if he had a spark of realization, he laughed heartily. I looked at him funny. Did he think I was kidding? I just let it slide. "Anyway," he continued. "You think you can help?"

I crossed my arms. "What's in it for me?"

"A dance with a very dashing young man..." he smirked.

"Ohh yeah.. That'll persuade me..." I sighed. "Alright... What's the style?"

"How are you with ballroom?"

"Like everything else concerning dance, I'm pretty awesome." He popped in the CD and opened his arms for me to step into his embrace.

The dance started out with a slow, classical rhythm. Chandler lead, but not without difficulty. I preferred to dance alone because letting someone else lead me around was not something I usually allowed. Not even with Freddie. But after a while, I gave into Chandler a little, letting him lead me as suddenly the music picked up speed and took on a Latin vibe. "This is awesome!" I exclaimed. The song had a sexy twist to a classical tune.

"I mixed it myself," Chandler admitted proudly.

I nodded. "Nice."

After that there was no speaking. Just conversation through our movements. There was twirling and spinning. We floated around the room with a playful kind of lilt. The dance was smooth and gracefully, and I hate to admit it, but the way Chandler held me made me feel like a princess. Freddie was a terrible dancer. He had the rhythm of a noodle. Always stepping on my feet or going off the beat. It was a constant battle with that boy and dance which is why we never go out to places that involve dancing. Chandler on the other hand was a fantastic dance partner. I looked up into his eyes for a minute to find him staring directly at me.

Freddie... Freddie... Freddie... My mind chanted, but I couldn't pull away.

We pause briefly, only swaying for a while. "You're a great dancer, Sam..." he whispered.

I gulped. What was I doing? "Uh... Yeah... You too, Chandler..." I pushed away from him, backing towards my duffel bag. "I uh... I should get going. I'm meeting my BRIDESMAIDS so we can do some last minute shopping for my WEDDING TOMORROW!" I tried to laugh nonchalantly. "You understand right? 'Kay, bye now!" I turned around completely, striding faster towards the door.

"Wait..." he called while the music slowed to a stop.

"What?"

"Are you auditioning for The Seattle Dance Company? Because you definitely should."

"What's it to you?"

He chuckled. "I'm with Seattle Dance. I could put in a good word for you."

I froze. To sign with a notorious dance company is one of my dreams. "Say what?"

"Yeah! Tomorrow a couple of our managers are coming here early to check out this years auditionees. I could set you up with a meeting."

I stayed frozen. "But... tomorrow's my wedding day..."

He shrugged. "It's your call. The meeting shouldn't be longer than a few hours. You know, so you can talk to them and so they can see you dance." He flicked out a business card labeled The Seattle Dance Company. "My number's on the back. Call me if you change your mind."

"Dude it's my wedding day..." I chuckled dryly. "Can't you see if they'll reschedule?"

"I'll do what I can..." he started walking out. "Oh and Seattle Dance would love you... You're really good, Sam." And he left.

I groaned. "What'll I tell the nubwich?"