AN: Thank you all so much! I sent everyone I could a PM, but for those two I couldn't I would just like to thank ash, for the wonderful encouragement, and also loverofbooks4eva, for the criticism and encouraging me to go farther in my story. I do realize that this was a bit fast, but the song was only so long, and I was trying to make it fit to the timing.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Sisters Grimm, So Small, or Puck. DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO RUB IT IN MY FACE? ;) Just Kidding!

Puck shall be mine….MINE I TELL YOU!

Puck's P.O.V.

Okay, so I was just coming up the stairs from eating the Old Lady's fabulous Slug Slime Stew, (AN: doesn't that just sound delicious?) when I heard music coming from Grimm's room. Hey I'm a fairy, I have better hearing than you peasants! Anyway by the time I had got to the top of the stairs, I could hear faint singing. It wasn't really all that bad either. But, I could also hear something else. Is that…

No.

It can't be.

Is Grimm actually…

Crying?

Now I know what you're thinking: Why should Puck, The Trickster King, The Ruler of The Wrong Side of the Tracks, care?

Well, to answer that,

I don't.

But, if The Old Lady found out she was upset, and I didn't help her…

She would be mad.

Enraged.

Probably give me a lecture.

Maybe even Kick me out.

Yeah, this is why I'm taking this big a risk. Let's just hope and pray, that I am wrong.

'Please, Please, let me be wrong!' I thought. Slowly, I turned the knob on the door, and quietly pushed it open.

She was crying! I knew it! You could tell by the way her hair was trying to cover her face as she looked down, how her voice was cracking as she sang.

'Dang it!'

Now that I'm here, I can't just walk away! That would be mean, cruel even, to leave her when she needs some-one to help her through this.

'What am I saying?'

I was just starting to walk out. 'Half way out the door Puck, just a little further…' And I was out!

But, just as I closed the door, there was a break in the song, and you could hear just how upset she was. Why did they have to change me into a good guy?

I mentally groaned. "Are You Okay?" I asked her.

And the oh-so-great-Sabrina Grimm replied: "Go away! I don't need you!"

Usually, any normal guy would have sped right out of there.

But no-one, no-one tells the Trickster King what to do.

"Well I'm coming in anyway."

She was crying even harder now. When she heard the door open, he noticed that she tried to wipe her tears away, as if she was ashamed of them. What was wrong with crying? Oh, yeah.

Her name was Sabrina Grimm, and Sabrina Grimm doesn't cry. I had almost forgot.

Almost.

"Grimm, I already know you're crying. There is no use trying to hide it."

Now let's see what she has to say about that one,

Puck, you're sooo awesome! Thank you for coming to cheer me up!

Or maybe,

Puck, why are you being so-

She looked up at me with wide, innocent blue eyes.

Eyes that for once looked afraid.

Eyes that could actually stop my ego from inflating even more. Now, THAT was saying something.

Her bottom lip trembled, and a few tears slid out. Puck's eyes went wide. She wasn't supposed to show her emotions! She was supposed to look at him kick him out, and then he wouldn't have to worry about it. He could at least then tell the Old Lady he tried. But no, he has to walk in the one time she had let down her walls.

Run, Puck!

What?

It's Devil-Puck. Now, before she makes up her mind. RUN!

Devil, can't you just for ONCE have a little sympathy? The girl's upset. Puck you should help her.

But-but-who do I listen to?

Me.

No, me!

Well, I don't really want to…

Yes, that's right! You don't want to! Now RUN!

But, I'm gonna be in trouble if I don't help her.

Exactly. Now, go on Puck.

I CANNOT believe I'm doing this.

I sat down on the edge of her bed. "What's the matter?" I asked her.

"I don't know, she replied. Everything is just so confusing. My parents are still asleep, Daphne's mad at me, Granny Relda is mad because I actually listened to the advice Mr. Canis gave us. What is wrong with that?"

In Pucks' opinion,

Nothing.

But he couldn't tell her that. He would think he would be getting all mushy, and just agreeing with her to make her happy.

Which was NOT that case.

"I don't know. But you're a Grimm. It'll all work out."

She smiled a little, but didn't answer. The radio was still playing in the background, and Puck repeatedly tried calling her name, even using Sabrina once, to see if she would answer to that.

Nothing. She wasn't answering.

Dude!

Whaaaat? I don't really want to talk to you guys right now.

Well, you can't exactly get rid of us can you?

Good point, devil Puck.

I'm listening.

Me too.

Sabrina's not even paying attention right now! If you're going to make your move, do it now, because if she's not paying attention, less embarrassment for you, right?

You know, this is the second time you've ever had a good point, Devil-Puck.

:p

Now, that is not nice.

And tell me, I care…why?

Ugh, do I really have to?

Do you really want to live with the shame of doing that while she IS paying attention?

Well, no…

THEN GO MAKE YOUR MOVE! BEFORE I HIT YOU!

Wouldn't you just be hitting yourself?

….I'm just not going to answer that. Now GO!

Puck took a deep breath, and looked at her. Yes he had realized he liked her. Loved her, even. But that didn't mean he had to tell her. She was still out, thinking about who knows what. He slowly slipped his arm around her shoulders. She didn't even flinch. From where he was sitting now, he could smell her strawberry shampoo. Just as he was thinking about his plan to ask her out, (He had been thinking about it a lot lately, but he had never put his plan into action.) she came back to reality when Puck accidentally shifted too much.

"Puck?"

In Puck's head at the moment; Oh. Crap.

He slowly started to pull his arm away, hoping she wouldn't notice. But she did. And what surprised him even more was the fact that she picked up his arm, and put it back where it was. Then she even leaned her head on my shoulder. At first I was confused, but then I realized what she was doing, and smiled a little.

"What?"

She looked up at me with those eyes, the same eyes that I saw earlier, but these were filled with love, not fear, or sadness. She bit her lip. She closed her eyes and leaned. I realized what she was doing and leaned too. I could almost see the surprise in her face, as our lips met. The kiss was wonderful-like puppy dogs and rainbo- WHAT AM I SAYING? Do you see what she does to me? But anyway, the kiss was great, and it felt like it ended all to soon.

"Sabrina?"

"Yes, Puck?"

"Are you going to punch me?" I inquired.

She laughed, her beautiful laugh, a sound that sounded like tiny tinkling bells. I had never really noticed-but then again she never really laughs. And while still laughing, she said, "No, Puck, I am not going to punch you."

Then she smiled.

"Sabrina-?"

"You called me Sabrina."

"Yeah, I guess I did. But Sabrina?"

"Hmm?"

"Sabrina, will you go out with me?"

She looked shocked. But then, she said one word that I didn't ever expect to hear from her mouth-

"Yes."

"What?"

"I said 'yes' Puck!"

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Whew, good. I thought you were going to punch me again."

She laughed and kissed him on the cheek. His cheek tingled where she kissed it. "C'mon, I think we have some exciting news for Daphne and Red." The girls' squeals rang in Puck's ears for the rest of the day.

See? I told you, you needed to help her…and see how good it worked out?

AN: I'm so sorry this took so long! My Mamaw came in from West Virginia for about a week, and then I started working on it again shortly after she left, but then, I got a boyfriend, (LOL, my first. Hard to believe, right? Don't believe me? Message bookworm BFF's. She knows.) and let's just say he's a bit of a handful, and likes to pretend to be a dinasour. Yeah. I'm going out with a guy who pretends to be a dinasour. Live with it. So, haven't had much time to write. But, I was DETERMINED to finish it tonight, which I did, as you can see. I had fun with the last sentence, the Devil is so evil. I hope you enjoy! Review!

Blondie