Ok, I've been getting some reviews and PM's about writing this, so here it is!Also, I know this was supposed to be just a simple little oneshot, but I'm going to break it up into a few chapters because I can't control myself. Lol. You think I'm joking. Well, here's Chapter 1 of Puck's Birthday, enjoy!

*Sabrina's POV*

I slid down into a kitchen chair, exhausted. Throwing down my apron and oven mitts on the counter, I sighed. It was finally done. My masterpiece. My work of art. My... cake! Well technically, Puck's cake. It's his birthday today, and I had to make it perfect. That meant going to Baba Yaga's house and giving her a magical ring that could freeze fire in exchange for the perfect chocolate frosting, going to Old McDonald's farm to handpick the perfect eggs, milking the cow myself for fresh milk, and... going to the store to get the rest of the ingredients. Heh. But it's the though that counts, right? Of course. Anyways, this 3-tiered vanilla cake covered in chocolate is going to blow Puck's taste buds.

As his girlfriend, I am obligated to get Puck a gift. But as his arch-nemesis, I'm also obligated to play a spectacular prank on him. How about... both!

*Puck's POV*

"Can I take off this dumb blindfold now? It's itchy," I complained half-jokingly, as Grimm dragged me down the street, leading me by the hand. It's my birthday, and she's trying to surprise me with a present. Alas, no one can surprise The Trickster King! I am the lord of surprises! For a puny peasant like Grimm to pull one over my head would be a disgrace to fairies, hobgoblins, Oompa-Loompas, trolls, and party-animals everywhere! The absurdity of such an occurrence would be - aaaaand there I go with the smarty-pants words again. Hanging around Grimm too much has gotten me to pick up on some of her nerd-lingo. What's happening to me?!

Anyways, we've been walking for about 15 minutes, with non-stop complaining from me about the blindfold, about my legs being tired, and about her hand being sweaty. Anything to get a rise out of her. Annoying Grimm is my favorite pastime!

"Why can't I just fly us to where you're trying to take me? It'd be a lot faster, and I wouldn't have to hold on to your clammy hand anymore!"

"Shut up, stinkpot. We're almost there."

I tried to guess where we might be. Under my feet, through my horribly torn and beaten converse, I felt pavement. Ok, so we're on a sidewalk, now. Before it was just mushy ground, where the mud had been left over from last night's big rain storm. Aaaah, mud. My favorite thing to put in Grimm's hair besides spiders and my mayonnaise-and-mothballs stink-bomb concoction that I cooked up a few weeks ago, and had mass-produced by my chimp army.

Listening to my surroundings, I also heard the occasional car. Ok, so that means we're on Main Street now. Yep, a car every 4 minutes is "rush hour" in the "busy" town of Ferryport Landing.

"Are we theeeeereeee yet?" I whined in my most annoying voice, trudging along extra-slow to make Grimm madder. Ha-ha.

"Shut up, and pick up the pace!" she laughed. "Almost there!"

Okayyyyy, and that's Chapter 1! I'm thinking that I'll probably crank out 1-3 more chapters after this one. Hope you don't mind that this isn't a oneshot like I said it would be. Until next time, guys!

P.S. Make sure you go and check out my other upcoming stories, which are on my profile. Thank you! :3