Beer had an interesting effect on me. I could fall asleep very easily but I remained asleep for an hour tops. The rest of the night was always spent tossing and turning and trying to sleep with little success. I didn't get awfully hungover from beer, but I was always sleep deprived. I woke up and checked the clock, noticing it was around 2 am. Seemed about right. I sat up and looked around, trying to remember where I was and then I saw Puck lying on the ground. He had a small pillow under his head and a blanket wrapped around him. So he wasn't leaving me. Previous events returned to my memory and I recalled feeling embarrassed. Again I was filled with doubt about how much Puck even liked me. I was still being influenced by the beer a bit and felt a need for affection. I slid off the couch with my blanket and laid next to him. He stirred and opened his eyes, surprised to see me.

"Hey, is everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I was just feeling lonely I guess."

"Come here," he said opening his arms. He embraced me and I felt genuinely warm and fuzzy. Once our hugging ended, his arm was still around me and my head was on his chest.

"Why are you sleeping on the floor? You should be upstairs in your bed."

"I don't mind. Plus I wanted to be here for you in case you woke up, which you did evidently."

"That's really sweet of you Puck. Thanks for taking care of me tonight."

"I just hope you had a good time."

"I definitely had fun, I just hope I wasn't embarrassing or anything. I can barely remember some of the things I was saying."

"Don't worry, you were fine. In fact, I thought it was cute how silly you were."

"How flirty did I get?"

"Pretty flirty."

"Did I make any moves on you?"

He chuckled, "Yeah, you did. And I somehow managed to resist them."

"Yeah? Well good, usually I get taken advantage of."

"Kate, I would never take advantage of you. I don't want to have an intimate moment with you when you're too drunk to remember it. I want to wait for the right moment."

I sat up and looked at his face, just to ensure he was being honest. He was. "I can't believe you're saying all this stuff. I mean, I thought you were this tough guy only interested in hooking up. But you're saying all this stuff that I always wanted someone to say. I like it."

He didn't respond but simply smiled at me. I thought for a moment and had to decide whether my mind was still clouded by alcohol or not. I wanted to kiss him and it seemed like the perfect time, but I didn't want to be rejected again so I didn't risk anything. I put my head back down on his shoulder and just rested. I knew I wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon so I was content with just thinking.

"What's on your mind?" Puck asked me.

I sighed, "Not really too much, I'm just pretty happy with how things are right now. And what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about how I'm really happy whenever I'm with you and how everything you say makes me like you more. And I'm also thinking about how I don't want to screw things up by moving too fast."

"So you're waiting on me to make the first move?" I asked him.

"Kind of, yeah. I just want your approval before I try anything."

"How's this for approval?" I tilted my head up towards his and put my lips on top of his mouth. It was a soft kiss, but very intimate.

We both pulled away and he smiled. "Yeah, that'll work," he chuckled. I laughed softly as he scooped my head up with his hands and brought it close to his face. This time he made the move forward and we kissed again, this time a little harder and definitely passionate. I wrapped my arms around his neck and was just happy with this moment. After a little while, we stopped. I hugged him because it seemed appropriate and I soon found myself cuddling with him again.

"You know the couch is probably more comfortable," he said.

"You're probably right. Yet I'm pretty content here. Most likely because I don't feel like moving."

"Well in that case," Puck stated, standing up. I just looked up at him curiously and he bent over and picked me up bridal style.

"I feel like I should be opposed to this because it makes me seem helpless, but it's kind of nice," I replied.

"That's a good thing. And the fact that you're light as a feather makes carrying you even more enjoyable,"

"Oh, stop. You're making me blush," I rolled my eyes and hit his chest playfully.

Once we reached the couch, he placed me down gently and left me there for a moment to grab a blanket. Upon his return he added, "All right, slide over."

I just shook my head. "What, you don't want to lay with me?" he questioned.

I shook my head again and said, "That's not it." At this point he was just confused. Seeing that he wasn't picking up what I was putting down, I took the initiative. I sat up and signaled for him to come closer. When he did, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of me. He couldn't hide the smile on his face if his life depended on it. I started kissing him and it wasn't long before the frenching began.