Redhead: Freddie has an annoying redhead to talk to...and its not about a date...

She'd kept quiet for so long, why'd she decide to spill his secret now?

Wendy.

Freddie was uncomfortable as he sat through English class, he could feel Sam's gaze penetrating the back of his head. A note bounced off the back of his head and fell into his book. He opened it and practically groaned.

Hey Fredwardo,

I heard something interesting about you...just wanna know if it's true or not. Do you think we can talk?

Sam.

Freddie shook his head hoping that she would take that as the answer she was searching for.

The bell rang and he ran out of the room as fast as he could. Luckly, Sam usually skipped her last class and went to the Groovy Smoothie, so he was safe...until iCarly rehearsal. He groaned again and plopped down at his seat.

"Hey Freddie," came the chirpy voice of Carly, "what's wrong."

The boy looked to his left and right before answering his friend.

"It's Wendy."

"Wendy?"

"Yeah, the stupid red-head ruined my life," Freddie pouted.

"Why? What did she do? It can't be as bad as me letting the whole school know that you and Sam ki..." Carly stopped when she noticed the look he shot her.

"It actually is," he said. "Or at least it's pretty close to..."

Carly rolled her eyes, "What did she do?"

"She told Sam...about Missy."

The girl frowned before realization hit her, "Oh right, Wendy knew that you gave yp the School at Sea thingie. Wait, she told Sam? Wait another minute, Sam DIDN'T know already?"

"Yes, yes and no!" Freddie told her and hit his head against the desk.

"What's the problem with that?"

Freddie frowned up at the girl and glared at her, "Don't you get it? I don't know how she's going to react to the fact that I helped her."

"I'm sure she'll be thankful..."

*RING*

"Have a seat students."

Freddie huffed as he opened his book, "Yeah...sure," he mumbled bitterly.

[Later]

"Hey Freddie," cried Spencer as he saw him enter the apartment. "What's up kiddo?"

"Sam's not here, is she?" he asked.

"No, why?" Spencer asked. "Did you handcuff her to Gibby again?"

"No...I was just wondering. I'm just going to go upstairs and set up for rehearsal."

"K. Bye Freddo!"

Freddie walked upstairs and into the studio. He stopped in mid-stride when he saw who was in there.

"You thought you could avoid me?" asked Sam, her lips twitching into a smirk. "No dice."

"Sam, what are you going to do?" Freddie asked nervously.

"Nothing, I just want to talk."

...

"Really," she added as she noticed his strangled expression.

"About what?"

"Is what Wendy told me true? Did you give up the School at Sea thing to get rid of Missy?"

He slowly nodded and gulped.

"But why...I thought...I thought that you didn't believe me? Why'd you do it?" Sam asked, her face contorted into one of confusion.

"I was protecting iCarly?" he said, trying to use the excuse he had given Carly.

Sam rolled her eyes, "Seriously Freddie, why?"

Freddie looked down and fidgeted slightly.

"I saw how much this whole thing affected you and I saw that you really did need help. And whether I believed that Missy was evil or not..."

"Which she was."

"...I knew that I had to help you. I had to help you. I couldn't imagine doing iCarly without you. To tell you the truth, I didn't like Missy all that much either."

Sam smiled and laughed slightly.

"Hey Freddie?" she asked.

He looked up, "Yeah?"

"Thank you," she said as she walked over and placed a light kiss on his cheek.

He tensed up and didn't move until he had heard her walk downstairs.

'Maybe she was thankful after all. Thanks Wendy.'

Aww...that was disgusting! :)