Kurt turned over in his bed and groaned "Five more minutes." he muttered. Finally his eyes snapped open as he realized no one else was in his room, but the noise that had woken him up was coming from downstairs. He slowly rolled out of bed and yawned, what was going on?

"You did what?!" He heard his Mother yell.

He couldn't hear his Father's reply but whatever it was didn't seem to help the situation as the yelling got louder and angrier. He contemplated going downstairs but quickly changed his mind when the young man's father began yelling back.

Gibby and Tasha's arguments had been getting worse and worse, plus the fact that the supermodel mother was never home, and their marriage was beginning to crumble. Their son upstairs listened while the married couple continued to argue.

Tasha glared at her husband "You are... There are no words for what you are!"

"What did you expect?" her husband retorted, "You're always one place or another, never here! So yeah I did something dumb, but I swear I didn't mean to."

"Don't lie to me." she snapped, "No one does what you did by accident!" Tasha sighed and quietly spoke "I do love you... But I know this isn't the first time you've cheated on me, and I know it probably won't be the last... I'm filing for divorce."

"W-What?" Gibby asked, feeling a small pain in his chest.

"I'm sorry but... Neither of us are happy in this marriage, but neither of us has been willing to do anything about it until now." She replied calmly.

"How am I supposed to tell Kurt that his mother is leaving us?!" Gibby practically shouted.

"He'll hear you" his soon to be ex-wife snapped angrily.

Kurt fell back on his bed; his heart seemed to stop beating for a moment and he clenched his hands into fists. Divorce He thought numbly My parents are splitting up. He felt anger coursing through his veins, making his blood boil, only to have a chilling wave of sadness pour through him like ice and cool him down.

He flipped open his phone and sent out a text Meet me on the roof of the school... Please.

The troubled young man didn't wait for an answer, instead he shut his phone and headed downstairs to pretend like he never heard anything.

Freddie awoke to the phone on his alarm blaring Very Ape by Nirvana, one of his favorite songs, and yawned rather loudly as he got out of bed. He was rather excited about today, and it showed by the huge grin plastered on his face that greeted him in the mirror. He showered and dressed quickly, deciding on a Nirvana T-shirt that he hadn't really worn in the months and a pair of blue jeans.

For breakfast he ate a bowl of cereal, his appetite was low to non-existent this morning, then dashed out of the house to meet up with Kurt. When he got to his best friend's house and knocked on the door a tired looking Gibby answered the door. "Hey Uncle Gibb." Freddie said excitedly, "Is Kurt here?"

"Hey Freddie." Gibby said, "He left about ten minutes ago, didn't say where either, we usually eat breakfast together before he walks with you-"

"To School." Freddie finished for him. "That's weird... I wonder where he went?" When he didn't answer the young man sighed impatiently "Thanks anyway, I'll find him... I know him better than anyone."

Without a word the older man shut the door and a bolt locking was heard That was... Odd thought the young Benson boy I wonder what all that was about.

Just as he was about to text Kurt his phone rang with a text from Carly Puckett Want to walk to school? He thought briefly about saying no, he needed to find Kurt, but figured that two heads were better than one. Sure, but I need your help He texted back. While he waited for a text back he pulled out his pear player and flipped to Blew by Nirvana. Finally his phone went off asking what he needed help with. Kurt's not home, and his Dad doesn't know where he is, I need to find him. He replied.

Carly sent back a text agreeing and where to meet her. Ten minutes later they met up and the blonde girl smiled, "We got a mystery on our hands huh?" she asked playfully.

"Something like that." The dark haired boy replied as he pulled out his ear buds, "Kurt's probably on the roof of the school, we used to hang out there a lot actually."

"Well, lead the way," the young Puckett girl teased, "You're the big strong boy and I'm the weak helpless girl."

Freddie rolled his eyes but smiled, "I've heard what your mother was like, and I'm sure she's taught you a few things."

Carly smiled mischievously and leaned in to whisper in his ear "You have no idea..."

He felt his face heat up as her breath his neck and his legs felt like jelly "Maybe you'll have to show me sometime." he said, somehow managing not to stutter.

The blonde, however, was already starting to walk away and Freddie sprinted to keep up Girls he mentally groaned.

Meanwhile on the school roof Kurt was sitting against the wall by the door into the building and jumped up when the door opened and there stood Miranda, her dark hair shone in the sunlight, and he felt his face heat up "Thanks for coming... You're the first one that popped in my head when I opened my phone." he said sheepishly.

"I was glad you texted me actually, but I'm surprised you didn't text Freddie... He's your best friend." She replied.

"I don't know why I didn't... It just felt right to text you." he admitted.

Miranda bit her lip and blushed softly, her cheeks turning pink "So... What's the matter?"

"When I woke up this morning I heard shouting, which wasn't really unusual because my parents had been arguing for a long time now, but this was different... I think my dad admitted to seeing someone else.." The young Gibson boy paused to let Miranda catch up with him before continuing, "It just seems... I don't know, so random, my father is a good guy... But I've heard that he wasn't always faithful before, I think my Mom finally just had enough and she told him she's filing for divorce."

The words tasted like poison and he had to bite back the urge to spit poison, "I know it's not my fault, but I have to wonder how long she's been unhappy, she's been taking more and more jobs out of the country, and I can't help but think that she's only stuck around this long because of me." His knees began to feel weak and he slumped to the ground.

"I feel... I don't know how I feel to be honest; I just know that I don't like it... I want to scream, cry, kick something... I don't know."

Miranda sunk down to the ground beside him and frowned "I don't know what to say Kurt, I don't have any experience with divorce... But I'm here for you in any way I can be."

He looked up at her, his pain obvious in his eyes, and smiled weakly "Thanks." He shifted uncomfortably but didn't move his eyes away from hers.

Her face got even redder and she leaned in slowly, resting her hand on his cheek. Kurt's hand flew up to hers and he smiled softly, leaning in and pressing his lips against hers in a soft kiss.

The kiss lasted only a moment, and they were spared any awkwardness when Freddie and Carly barged through the doorway. Carly looked confused while Freddie smirked in amusement "I hope we weren't interrupting anything."

Miranda jumped up and ran a hand through her hair "N... No of course not." She stuttered, "I'll talk to you later Kurt." she said and headed through the door.

"Alright... Later." came Kurt's mumbled reply.

"So, alone... On a roof, with my cousin?" came his best friends teasing suspicious voice.

"Nothing happened, we just talked... If you know what I mean." he lied trying to sound normal, "We just talked.." And kissed his subconscious decided to mentally add. He could still taste her chap stick on his lips and feel her lips pressed against his.

"You okay?" a voice asked. Suddenly a hand was on his shoulder, jerking him from his thoughts.

He opened his mouth to tell Freddie the truth; after all if he couldn't tell his best friend the truth who could he tell? Then he noticed the blonde behind his best friend and closed his mouth to stop from blabbing. He liked Carly, she seemed liked a perfectly nice girl, but he didn't like telling people he'd just met his problems, "I'll tell you later." he finally said before slipping past them and heading down to the main school building.

"Well, that went well." Carly commented dryly.

For the first time ever Freddie had no idea what was going through his best friends mind and it terrified him. "It went just splendid" he muttered. He would find out what was going on with his best friend, and he knew exactly who to press for information.

Carly Shay was late, she hated being late, but her alarm had gone off late so she had to rush getting ready, then she'd realized she had forgotten her ID card so she'd had to nip back home. All in all this wasn't the brunette news anchor's day, when she finally made it to work her blonde co-anchor and former (current? She wasn't quite sure how it worked) best friend was waiting for her in the door way. "You're late." Was all she said.

"I can be late sometimes." Carly said.

"You're Carly Shay, You're never late." Sam reminded her.

"I can be late." the brunette said defensively.

Her blonde friend looked at her curiously, "Since when?"

"Since now." she replied.

"Ah."

"Ah?" the new arrival asked, irritation creeping into her voice.

"Yes Ah." replied the amused blonde, a smirk on her face as Carly pushed past her into the news station "What, did your alarm not go off?" she asked dryly.

"Actually, that's pretty much what happened."

"You're kidding?"

"No I'm not."

"That's so dumb Carls."

A hurt look flashed through Carly's eyes, though Sam didn't notice, "Please don't call me that."

"Why?"

"Freddie used to call me that."

The conversation died there, Carly had experienced many awkward silences in her life but this one was different. "The silence is deafening." she muttered aloud.

"What was that?"

"Nothing... Let's just get to work."

Sam stared at her old friend for a moment, as if trying to figure out what was going through her head, "You're acting awfully weird today."

"Am I?" Carly replied halfheartedly "My mind's just drifting I suppose."

"Carly told me what your son is planning." Sam said, "Are you worried about them reviving it?"

"Worried? Why would I be worried?"

"Because they're following in our footsteps and, let's face it cupcake, we didn't turn out so well."

"It's our job to teach them from our mistakes." Carly said firmly. She paused for a moment, almost visibly deflated, "But I don't know what I would do if something were to happen to Freddie, he's the only thing I really have left... He's what kept me going, when I found out about him, I had no idea what to do after he died... I was lost for a while, then I found out I was going to have Freddie Jr."

"He seems like a nice kid." Sam offered.

"He is."

"Must take after his Dad."

"He does."

The conversation died off again and this time neither woman tried to revive it. Finally it was time for them to go on the air for the first broadcast of the morning news. The broadcast wasn't perfect, nor was it a disaster, but it was obvious Carly couldn't think straight. During the first commercial break Sam turned to her friend "Spill." she ordered.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." the brunette replied.

"You're distracted, is it about the iCarly thing?"

"Maybe."

"That's not an answer."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not."

"Stop avoiding it."

"Sam, listen, I'm fine... I just had a rough night last night."

Sam shook her head, "You know you can talk to me if you need to... Right?"

Carly looked at her and hesitated before nodding "I know."

Sam sighed, the hesitation telling her more than the nodding or her reply, "Good."

After the morning news Carly headed for the door, she had quite a break between her broadcasts, but was intercepted by Sam "You don't trust me."

"What do you mean?"

"When I asked if you knew you could talk to me, you hesitated."

"Oh..." Carly looked away and sighed, "Sam..."

"So what, you can't talk to me?" the blonde demanded.

"It's not that!"

"Then what is it?"

Carly sighed again, the hurt look in Sam's eyes killed her, and hesitated again "It's complicated..."

"No it's not!" Sam exclaimed, "It's me and you, just like the old days."

"That's just it!" Carly said, "They're called the old days for a reason, they're old, you can't come back and expect one little dinner to fix everything... I forgave you for leaving, I understand why you left, but how do I know you won't take off again? I'm not going to trust you overnight Sam... Just give it time."

Before Sam could reply Carly pushed passed her and took off, leaving the blonde feeling confused and slightly hurt. Maybe she's right thought Sam before she took off for her car.

Freddie Jr. looked out the window from his math class, he hated math with a passion, and bit back a yawn. His mind was fifty miles away, he hadn't seen Kurt all day and it really bothered him, he planned to corner his best friend.

Across the room Carly was in her own little world, staring at Freddie, and jumped when someone beside her tapped her on the shoulder. "Can I borrow a Pencil?"

"Um, sure." she replied with a false smile and pulled a pencil out of her pocket. She had no idea who this girl was, she hadn't really taken the time to get to know anyone besides Freddie and his friends yet, but this girl seemed nice enough.

"Thanks." the girl said and took the pencil. Carly opened her mouth to say something else but thought better of it and turned around to try and focus on the lesson. Her eyes wandered over to Freddie and a soft sigh escaped her lips, she knew he was bothered by the situation with Kurt... It was so obvious, but at the same time she had no idea how to help him; he knew Kurt better than she did.

Finally the bell rang and she noticed him almost jump out of his seat He must be trying to corner Kurt she realized as she quickly and quietly followed him, forgetting totally that she had lent the girl behind her a pencil, through the hallway. She didn't know Kurt very well, but she was worried about him, and watched as he cornered his best friend.

"Dude, have you been avoiding me?" Freddie asked.

Kurt, with a 'deer in the headlights' look on his face, turned to face Freddie "Of course not bro, you're my best friend."

"Then what's going on? You've been acting weird since I found you on-" Freddie began but stopped at the glare he received from Kurt.

"Alright, let's go somewhere private in talk? I don't want more people hearing about this than have too."

Freddie let Kurt lead him out of the school around to the back of the building where they had spent many mornings playing their portable gaming systems together.

"When I woke up this morning my parents were arguing..." Kurt began.

"How bad was it?"

"Really bad, as in my Mom said she was filing for divorce." Kurt looked down and began to fidget.

"W-Wow... I don't.." Freddie was speechless, he wanted to tell his best friend it would be okay but he wasn't sure the words would come out. "You know what though?"

"No, but I know his cousin Who." came the joking response.

" . Very funny... Anyway, I was going to say that even though they're divorcing you have both parents, you have friends who care about you, and you have me."

Kurt allowed himself a small smile "What makes you so different from my 'friends who care about me?'"

"I'm not just a friend, even if it's not by blood, I'm your brother and don't you ever forget it. Gibson."

"Oh believe me Benson, I don't think I ever will.. " Kurt stuck his fist out and the two friends fist bumped, "Oh and there was something else."

The smile faded from his face, "What is it?"

"Right before you and Puckett walked in Miranda and I..."

"Kissed?" Freddie guessed.

"Wait, you knew and you weren't upset?"

"I guessed, and why would I be upset? You're the best guy I know; I couldn't imagine anyone better for her... But if you hurt her, brother or not I will hurt you."

"Deal."

"We're supposed to be at your Uncle Spencer's house soon aren't we?"

"Crap, I can't believe I almost forgot, let's go!"

They walked back around the building to find Carly waiting for them, "Everything fine now?" she asked.

"It's all good." they said in unison.

"Good, now don't we have some place to be?" she asked.

"That we do." Freddie said.

Freddie led them to Spencer's house and knocked nervously. The door opened and Miranda stood in the doorway, "Oh hey guys." she said, her face turning pink when she saw Kurt. "What're you guys doing here?"

"We're here to talk to Uncle Spencer about something." Freddie said, clearing his throat.

"Oh.. He went to get some supplies; he should be back in ten, maybe fifteen minutes." The brunette girl said.

Kurt pushed passed Freddie and stood in front of Miranda "Can we talk." He muttered to her.

She nodded and they disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Freddie and Carly alone.

"What do you think they're talking about?" she asked, trying to set up a conversation.

"Oh, I know exactly what they're talking about." he said with a cocky smirk, "They won't be long."

Carly opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it but thought better of it "So, do you really think we can do this iCarly?"

"Why not?" he asked, "Our parents started it, it's up to use to continue it... You have doubts? I'm sure we'll do fine as hosts."

"Oh no... I know we have chemistry." she said with a smile that could almost be described as flirty. "I just hope we know what we're doing."

"I know that we do." he said, ending the conversation.

Meanwhile Kurt was looking at Miranda and trying to form a coherent sentence, finally he said "You kissed me."

"I did."

"I liked it."

"So did I."

"We should do it again."

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

Miranda looked at him playfully, "Yeah maybe, I don't just kiss anyone you know."

"But you kissed me." He pointed out.

"Yes I did." she said.

His eyes lit up as if he had just realized a great secret "Maybe we could um.. Go to a movie sometime?"

"You buying?"

"I am."

"Then just name the time and place" She said, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, and walked back into the living room. Kurt turned to look the doorway leading into the living room; he could see her talking to his best friend and the blonde girl who stood beside him. He let his eyes focus on Carly for a moment and sighed.

For reasons the young Gibson couldn't explain he didn't trust her; he chalked this up to jealousy that his best friend had a new friend but he hated the idea that he was so insecure that he felt threatened by her. He shook his head clear of these thoughts and headed back into the living room.

"So what's going on?" he asked, summoning up all the false cheerfulness he could muster.

"Miranda texted her Dad, he gave us the go ahead, so I'm going to Call Mom and ask if I can go ahead and get the site up, you can set it up when you get back."

"Where am I going?"

"You need to go get your Camera and laptop, remember?"

"Oh right! I'll be back in... Twenty minutes maybe."

Miranda smiled, "Be careful." she said.

"Oh I will." iCarly's new tech producer said and left.

Freddie pulled out his phone and grinned excitedly, "this is going to be fun." he said.

Three rings and his Mother picked up, "Hello?"

"Hey Mom, Uncle Spencer gave us the go ahead, can I go ahead and get the site up?"

"Of course, good luck Freddie, I'm sure you'll make your father proud."

"And my mother?" he asked playfully, trying to keep the emotion out of his voice.

"She's already proud of you."

"Bye Mom, I love you."

"I love you too."

He hung up, pretending not to notice the strained tone in her voice, and headed upstairs to where Spencer kept his laptop and began typing in things. Thankfully no one had taken as a URL since the old site had been shut down so it was easy enough for Freddie to get the website paid for.

Finally Kurt showed up and Freddie passed the technical part over to his best friend. Within minutes the website was up, with a new logo and ready for their first web show, "You guys ready?"

"Ready!" replied the two co-hosts of the revived webshow.

Their first broadcast went off without a hitch, Carly and Freddie worked well with each other, they had nothing rehearsed so they relied on improve skits and modified versions of skits they had seen on the original show.

After the show Freddie hugged Carly and grinned, "you were great." he whispered.

"Thanks." she said, looking away to hide her blush.

Freddie pulled away from her and walked over to Kurt "We did it bro!"

"That we did." Kurt replied with a grin.

They bumped fists and grinned "So why don't you go celebrate with Miranda?" Freddie teased.

"You know?"

"Of course I know; I've been waiting for you to make a move."

"Oh..."

Shaking his head the host of the new iCarly grinned, "You're so dense sometimes man, she's been into you since last year."

Kurt laughed, "Alright alright, I'm going...Maybe you can celebrate too." he suggested.

"I haven't the slightest idea what you mean."

"Oh... I think you do." Came the retreating voice of Kurt.

Carly walked over and smiled, "So... Think they'll like us?"

"Well, how about we check?"

"You can do that?"

"Course I can."

He opened the laptop and accessed the website "Seems we're a hit with some, merely okay with others."

"Just okay?"

"Well, they say we need to rehearse."

"That makes sense, we need to come up with skits of our own, just stealing our parent's ideas seems... Wrong."

"I agree, but I'm sure between the three- I mean four of us we'll be alright."

Carly headed for the door and smiled, "I need to get home Freddie... Maybe we can meet up tomorrow?"

"Count on it." he said, "Bye Carly."

"Bye Freddie."

After she left he shut the laptop and sighed, doubts were creeping into his mind like sand in an hour glass. He glanced up at the sky and smiled "I hope you're proud of me." he muttered softly before heading downstairs to join his best friend and cousin.

Sam and Carly glanced at each other, they'd had another break before the evening news and when Carly had mentioned that everything was ago to bring back iCarly the blonde haired woman had insisted that they watch it while on break.

"They did amazing." Carly said, obviously relieved.

"They did... It was weird though."

"What was?"

"It was like we stepped back in time and were watching us start our own web show again" the brunette let herself laugh and shook her head "Should we give them ideas?"

"Nah, they need to figure out their own ideas."

"That makes sense."

"Of course it does, Mama is never wrong."

"You still do that?"

"What?"

"Call yourself 'Mama'"

Sam shrugged, "I haven't in a while actually; maybe we really are going back in time."

"Sam..."

"What?"

"It's impossible to go back in time."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do."

"How do you know?"

Carly sighed, it felt good to banter with her friend again, it felt almost natural, but she knew they weren't friends like they used to be, and she wasn't sure they ever would be.

"I just do."

"...Fine."

Carly rolled her eyes and checked her phone "C'mon, we got work to do."

"I hate work."

"Part of life."

"I know, but I still hate it."

The brunette anchor-woman shook her head at her blonde co-worker and thought briefly about what she would say to her son when she got home. She took a moment to glance up and smiled I hope you're proud of him, I know I am. She shook her head before heading back to work, pushing all other thoughts out of her head.

Note: Whew, 12 pages long this one, I hope you guys like it. I'd also like opinions on turning this into a 3 part story, chronicling parts of Freddie's life in various stages. I'm also working on a soundtrack, thanks Mix for the idea, so I'll post it on Tumblr then post the link on my profile. Also thank you Mix for being my constant, and awesome, reviewer!