This is just a fun little piece that popped into my head one night when listening to this song. I love imagining how the wedding scene at the end of Book 9 could have gone, so I gave it a whirl.

I do not own Sisters Grimm or the song Boyfriend. Thanks to those that wrote them!

"There's no way you can beat me in an arm wrestle, Grimm," Puck scoffed.

"How about we put it to the test?" Sabrina smirked.

"I wouldn't want to see you get humiliated."

"Scared, fairyboy?"

Puck's eyes narrowed and he dropped to the ground right in front of Sabrina to look her dead in the eye. His eyes gleamed with mischief and his grin was truly evil. "Bring it."

Daphne cleared a section of the table for them and laid down the rules. "Any cheating will immediately disqualify you. I will be the judge. And just to make it more interesting, the loser has to do something for the winner."

Sabrina and Puck stared at each other, each wondering what they could make the other do. Puck grinned and said, "Sabrina has to walk around for an entire day wearing an outfit of my choosing, and give a speech about how much she's in love with me. Oh, and pay me the seven million dollars she owes me."

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Puck, I don't have seven million dollars. I'm probably never going to have seven million dollars."

"Buy a lottery ticket."

"Do you know how unlikely it is I'll win the lottery?!"

"I'll rig it."

Sabrina huffed. "Then you have to pretend to be Peter Pan for a day!"

A muscle in Puck's jaw twitched in anger. "No way in hell, Grimm."

"You have to! I decide what you have to do, and you're going to be Peter Pan!"

Puck's face was now a brilliant shade of red and steam was starting to come out of his ears. "Grimm, even on the day that hell freezes over, pigs fly and maths starts making sense, I can promise I STILL won't be doing that!"

"But I thought there was no way I could beat you," Sabrina taunted.

"PICK SOMETHING ELSE!"

"You should probably agree on what you have to do," Daphne intervened before Puck's hair could erupt into flames.

Sabrina sighed, "Fine." She cast her eye around the room for another idea and settled on the radio. She smiled and turned back to the fairy. "You have to give a performance in front of at least ten people, singing a country love song from an artist of my choosing."

Daphne grinned and Puck went white. Sabrina and Daphne had discovered a recent love of country music and been playing it almost non-stop, much to the annoyance of most of their housemates, but Puck in particular. He said they all sounded like mentally deranged cats being tortured.

Sabrina thought he was going to refuse this too, but then he clenched his jaw and muttered, "Fine."

She smiled briefly, and then sat down and prepared for what she was sure would be the most difficult arm-wrestle of her life.

"Woo-hoo! The Queen of Sneaks wins!" cheered Sabrina fifteen minutes later. Puck's face was red with anger and both of them were exhausted, but Sabrina's euphoria was giving her a second wind.

"Rematch!" yelled Puck.

"No way, fairyboy. I won fair and square, didn't I, Daphne?"

Daphne nodded.

"Now," Sabrina laughed. "I believe you owe us a performance." She went to her collection and pulled out a CD and handed it to a still-fuming Puck. "Hmm, I think I'll have you sing one of these songs."

Puck blanched. "I am NOT singing a girl's song!"

"That's the artist I choose, Puck. You have to do it, remember? Unless you want to dress up as Peter Pan tomorrow?"

That did it. Puck's wings popped out and flapped so violently he was carried almost up to the ceiling. His ears steamed and fireballs lit up his eyes which had suddenly gone black. "NO!" Then he rocketed away and his bedroom door could be heard slamming shut.

The sisters looked at each other. "I probably wouldn't push it," Daphne said.

"Yeah, you're right. But I'm going to get him to pay up, no matter how long it takes me."

End of Epilogue 1, Book 9

"Puck, what are you doing here?" Sabrina asked once he landed in front of her.

"Well, I was about to let you go off and get married and forget all about me, then I realised we still have some unfinished business."

"Like what?" she asked, confused.

Puck smiled. "I owe you a country song by that stupid artist you like, performed in front of at least ten people."

"Her name's Raelynn," Sabrina huffed.

"Yeah, her. Shall I sing it now?"

Sabrina looked around the church. The priest and half of Bradley's visitors were out cold, some had run, a few more were screaming and the rest were staring in horror. Bradley himself looked furious, as did her father, while the rest of her guests were watching expectantly. She sighed. "Is anything really going to stop you?"

"Nope."

"I figured."

Puck walked past the bride and groom to stand in front of the assembled guests. "Sorry, people. I've just got a bit of a late present for the bride. I hope you don't mind," he said, turning back to Sabrina, "but I've changed some of the words, because I'm not going to sing as a girl."

Sabrina nodded, trying to ignore her bridegroom's furious glare that was being alternatively directed at Puck and herself.

Puck took a deep breath.

"Let's be honest, we don't got a lot in common

When it comes down to it

You can take her breath away and light up every room

When you walk through it

But I don't want your fancy suit, angel face or sophistication

I just want to cause a scene 'cause boy you've got everything

And I want your girlfriend. I'm not going to lie

I'll be her boy, when She tells you goodbye

Guess what? I'm here to take her

'Cause yeah, I'm that low

I want your girlfriend

Just thought you should know

That she and I go back so far

I mean hey! We lived under the same roof

First time that I met her

Tried to drown her so she kicked me in a pool

And I know you think she loves you now

Seen so many boys come in and out

It sounds a bit insensitive

Hey the truth is what it is

I want your girlfriend. I'm not going to lie

I'll be her boy, when She tells you goodbye

Guess what? I'm here to take her

'Cause yeah, I'm that low

I want your girlfriend

Just thought you should know"

Puck had now turned to face Sabrina and Bradley, who were both listening to him in shock. The intensity of his gaze stunned Sabrina into silence, and his words were starting to cause an itch in the back of her eyes.

"Don't know why you act so surprised

Can't you see it in her eyes

You must have known it all this time

Mm-hmm

That I want your girlfriend

To tell you the truth

I'll be right there, when

She gets over you

What's meant to be will always find its way in the end!

I want your girlfriend. I'm not going to lie

I'll be her boy, when She tells you goodbye

Guess what? I'm here to take her

'Cause yeah, I'm that low

I want your girlfriend

I want you girlfriend

I want your girlfriend

Just thought you should know…

Daphne and Basil were the only ones to clap as Puck bowed to the room. When he turned back to Sabrina, she was still lost for words. Until she heard one of Bradley's aunts whisper very audibly to her neighbour, "I thought angels would be good singers."

It made her giggle. "You know Puck, you were right. That did sound like a mentally deranged cat being tortured!"

There were a couple of snorts around the room and Puck rolled his eyes. "I know it did! That's what country music sounds like!"

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"Does not!"

"You're not right."

"Am too!"

"Nope!"

"Yes!"

"Nope!

"Yes!"

"Marry me?"

"Yes!"

The comment about country music sounding like wailing cats came from my mother, though Puck did add his own spin to it I really have no idea what kind of music Sabrina would enjoy, but I love country, so I thought I'd do a little tribute to one of my favourite singers.