The next day Sabrina opened her eyes to complete darkness. Her hands flew to her face expecting to peel away a blindfold, but instead found it was just a piece of paper. She sat up and read it, squinting to read the messy but elegant handwriting.

Sabrina, I'm sorry I chased off your boyfriend. I didn't expect him to be such a sissy. But maybe now he will cut his hair and stop putting so much hair gel in it. I don't know but I think he might have been going for the Justin Bieber gets a cowlick look. So anyway I'm sorry I scared him away. Next time I'll know not to pour cottage cheese on him, I think I'll go with hair gel. If he broke up with you just because of what I did then he is very sadly confused. If he won't take you back you should remind him of the time you broke your arm.

Prankfully yours,

The Trickster King

Faerie Prince

Puck

Sabrina smiled thoughtfully. She hadn't thought of that. She smiled to herself "Ahh blackmail what a beautiful thing." With that thought in mind she grabbed a towel and went to take a shower. 15 minutes later Sabrina stepped out of the bathroom tossing her ruined clothes in the trash and adjusting her towel. Walking across the hallway the glint of metal caught her eye. Crouching down she picked up her key.

"Hmm, must have dropped it," she said not remembering taking it out of her room. As she stood she heard a click, a whirring noise and a rush of air. She looked up and saw a humongous fan looming 5 yards in front of her.

"Crud" she muttered bracing herself for a smattering of various foods as she closed her eyes. But it never came. Instead she felt a tug and a cold, harsh breeze. Sabrina quickly looked down.

"PUCK!" she screamed bloody murder as she jumped around trying to catch her towel. She caught it and wrapped it tightly around her. She then marched over to the end of the hallway where Puck was curled in a ball with his heads covering his face, protecting his vital organs while rocking himself back and forth muttering, "I didn't see anything. I didn't see anything."

"YOU! LITTLE! PERVERT!" Sabrina screamed stomping in between his legs with each syllable for emphasis. With that she turned on her heel, walked into her room and slammed the door. By then the rest of the Grimm family had gathered at the top of the stairs. Henry and Jake dragged Puck into his room to question him on what had happened and give him a few ice packs. Granny, Veronica, Daphne, and Red spent the next three hours convincing Sabrina to get out of her room.

PUCK'S POV

Obviously I was just trying to launch 6 pounds of anchovies and gravy at Grimm. Gosh. I don't think like that… about her. All i know is the fan was too powerful and as soon as the towel went up i covered my face. But now it hurts to stand, sit, walk, crouch ohhhh the pain. I'm on my seventh ice pack and it's still there. Luckily the rest of the family believes me. Well only after Jake did that truth spell but still. I was just trying to cheer her up. Everyone knows an angry Sabrina Grimm is better than a sad, mopey Sabrina Grimm. Especially when you're to blame. Because when she's mad at least you know when she's trying to kill you.