Disclaimer: I may be a super fan of Spaghetti Tacos. But iCarly, its characters and awesome ideas still belong to the one and only Dan Schneider.

Author's Note: I'd like to thank all of you for putting this story on Alert and your Favorites list. I'd also like to virtually hug those special stars who have taken time to review. You are awesome, all of you. I hope you continue enjoying this tale. One thing: "What will happen on Sam and Freddie's first date?"

'AND THAT IS THE QUESTION'

Chapter Three: The First Part of a Perfect Evening

"Welcome to Petrosini's Restaurant, home of Italian and Spanish cuisine. Table for two?"

The waitress leads the couple over to a table and handed them both a menu. Afterwards, she walks away, leaving them to decide on their food. Sam and Freddie take a moment to take in their surroundings.

"I love this place." Sam comments, looking around the purple room and smiles.

"I know." Freddie replies, directing his attention to her.

It's funny how people always say 'love at first sight'. Sam was, without a doubt, a very pretty girl. Perhaps even beautiful. He's too scared to say that out loud though. The things that girl could do. He shudders mentally.

Yet, here they both were, together. By either luck, fate or destiny.

It was Carly's idea. To bring her to this place, for their very first date.

"You need to take Sam on a proper first date." Carly says, poking Freddie in the ribs. "She'll love it!"

"Yeah, but where do I take her?" Freddie questions his best friend.

The brunette girl looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Hmm… How about the Groovy Smoothie?"

"No. That's too eighth-grade."

A silence. And then she suggested another idea.

"The Cheesecake Warehouse?"

"That's not really a special place."

"So true."

Freddie threw his hands up into the air, in partial defeat and irritation. This whole 'first date' chiz, was hard to figure out and plan perfectly. First dates had to be perfect, after all.

"Well. I don't know then." He responds, sadly.

As if an imaginary light bulb was above Carly's head, her eyes went wide and her face lit up, excitedly.

"How about Petrosini's?"

"Oh yeah! Sam loves that place!"

"It's a date!"

Both the best friends fist-bumped each other, and Freddie picked up the phone, while Carly read out the number for him.

"You know Carly helped me plan this." Freddie said, smiling warmly.

"She's a good best friend." Nods Sam, in agreement.

They pick up their menus and start deciding what they were ordering, to eat for dinner. Sam, not unusually, proclaimed she was starving, and had to get something with chicken in it. Freddie smirked at her.

Meanwhile, Carly had called Gibby. They were on a "date" too. The two were at a nearby table. She was wearing huge sunglasses and he was wearing a big colorful sombrero. Both of them were burying their heads into their menus.

"You know what's weird," says Gibby.

"What?"

"This menu. Nothing is in English!"

"Gibby!"

Rolling her eyes, she scanned the restaurant. And eventually found them, sitting together, in a booth.

Admittedly, she thought to herself. They looked beyond cute.

This was Sam and Freddie's first date, and as their best friend, she needed to make sure everything was perfect. The food. The drink. The atmosphere. The music.

Music! Of course!

Carly motioned to one of the cute looking waiters. When he came over to the table, she pulled her glasses down, to look over them. Handing him a CD, she tapped her nose, and he took it, also tapping his nose, like he understood. After the guy had left, both Gibby and Carly snapped their attention toward the other couple.

Sam and Freddie had just placed their orders, and were laughing and chatting about the upcoming iCarly segment for 'Messin' With Lewbert' and a 'Pathetic Play'.

During that whole time, it was clearly obvious that Sam was enjoying every single moment of Freddie's attention. It was nice. More than nice. Not that she'd say that out loud. Even if they were 'in a relationship' and 'dating' each other. They were still the same teenagers. Nothing could or would ever change that.

"This is nice," said Freddie. "You. Me. On our first date."

"Don't let it get to your head. Nothing will change after tonight." Sam responds, with a slight smirk on her face.

"I didn't expect that."

As if by coincedence, that was when a song started playing throughout the restaurant. The very same song that was playing on Freddie's Pearpod a couple of years ago, while they shared a first kiss. Their first kiss. Sam looked at Freddie and Freddie looked at Sam.

The boy stands up slowly, and offers a hand to the girl. She looks at it and hesitates for a moment.

"Come on. Just one dance. It won't kill you." Freddie says, quietly.

"Just one dance?" Sam questions, her eye brows raised.

"Just one dance."

Sam didn't usually trust guys. But she made an exception just this once. Since Freddie was, well, always nice. Her hand touched his, and the two of them smiled at one another. She was pulled to her feet and they danced.

Or swayed in the one spot, slowly. It was the cheesiest moment they had ever spent together.

'Did I tell you I knew your name… But it seems that I've lost it… Did I tell you it's my own game… This is not your problem…'

His hands rested on her waist and her hands held onto his shoulders, both sets of eyes staring at each other.

'I don't know if I'm gonna change… Wasting time and another day…'

'…I keep running away… Even from the good things…'

Rather than keeping the distance between them, Freddie carefully pulls Sam closer to him. Her arms slide around his neck. And they continue swaying in time with the rhythm of the song.

'Did I tell you its not that bad… Sitting over here dreamin'… Did I tell you I'm right on track… This time I mean it…'

Sam's head rests on Freddie's chest and closes her eyes. Somehow, she found herself enjoying this moment of romance between the both of them. Freddie hesitantly raked his fingers through Sam's curls, gently. Also smiling sweetly.

'I don't know if I'm gonna change… Wasting time and another day…'

'…I keep running away… Even from the good things… I keep running away… Even from the good things…'

The song had ended, but she didn't want to let him go just yet. She feared that by letting Freddie go, the moment would be lost and she could never get it back. Ever again. Freddie leans down slowly, about to kiss her.

"Freddie." Sam murmurs softly.

"Sorry." he replies and stops to pull away from her. "…got carried away…"

It was true. While they were dancing together, he couldn't see anyone in the room, but Sam. Like some kind of magic spell was put on him. Like everything fell into place right then and there. Now, the special moment, was over. Until the next time that they heard their song again, or they'd get a chance to dance together.

While the oblivious dating couple were in their own little world, a few tables over from theirs, sat a jubilant disguised couple. Carly looked at Gibby. Gibby looked at Carly. Both of them smiled and slapped hi-five's to one another.

So far, 'Operation First Date' was going perfectly.