When he arrives at the front door of the place he called home, it takes a moment to collect himself. He runs his hand through his hair, and wonders how he should convince Relda to take him back, after leaving without a goodbye. Before he can even knock though, the door springs open. He swallows, hard.

"Oh my, Liebling," he feels his heart break at the familiar nickname, and just a bit more when she more when she envelops him in a crushing hug, "Where have you been?"

He feels anxiety well up in his chest and hates it, "Around."

She looks at him, smiles, "Daphne told me."

"Oh," he looks down, "I'm sorry I didn't."

"Puck, sweetheart, I'm a detective. I always knew. Piel, or the angel of mischief."

His jaw clenches, he doesn't want to talk about it, ever hopefully. He misses his brothers and sisters, especially Mustardseed, the angel of order, and he misses the music, mostly though he misses flying. Being tied to Earth is a punishment he could never conceive.

"Can I come in?"

"Your room is untouched," she hugs him hard again, "I knew you would come back home."

Everyone is weird around him, except for Daphne. When she sees him she runs, and gives him in his third crushing hug of the day. He tries to think when he and Mustardseed last hugged. Had to have been more than a century ago, he muses. When she lets go, her eyes are misty.

"I'm sorry." It doesn't help. Then again, it doesn't hurt either.

Seeing Sabrina takes his breath away. Partially because she punches him straight in the stomach, but also because she is just as beautiful as he remembers. It bothers him, and what bothers him more is the fact that the punch was crippling. As an angel, he wouldn't have felt that. She notices that, because she starts to help him up immediately.

"Sorry." She doesn't look sorry, but he accepts the apology.

Sabrina knocks on his door, lightly then very angrily. It's two in the morning, so he figures it's important. When he opens the door, she smiles, and then looks angry again. She's wearing neon orange socks, and tapping her foot impatiently, he wonders why he can't help but notice everything about her.

"I know you don't care about me. But, I know you did, at some point. I just want to know why you decided to hitchhike for three months. I deserve an explanation, okay? I might not be important to you, but…. I'm not just some girl! You can't… we weren't nothing. We weren't. And I think that means you owe me an explanation." She crosses her arms, and then uncrosses them, and fidgets with her fingers.

It's that. It's what pushes him over the edge. He grabs her and kisses her hard, and thinks, maybe falling was worth it. She kisses him back with as much reverence, but then pulls back.

"I'm with someone now."

Puck wants to laugh or rip his hair out or scream or kiss her again. She leaves without saying another word.


I ditched the first day of school and had time to write this. if you like this story lemme know! if people like this ill def continue it as its fun to write

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