I woke up the next morning feeling hazy. I had some faint memories from the night before in that I remembered events but I couldn't remember details. I could trace what happened throughout the night, but I didn't remember much about what I said or how I acted. But I knew drunk Kate. She was talkative, entertaining, and very very flirty. I hoped it didn't push Puck away. I remembered him being extremely sweet to me, but it could've just been because I was drunk. I sat up and realized I was alone on the couch. There were several blankets covering me and pillows had propped my head up. I searched for Puck but didn't see him anywhere. I did find a glass of water on the table next to the bed. As soon as it caught my eye, I noticed how thirsty I was. Water would certainly diminish this slight hangover I had. I sipped the water until it was gone and decided to get up and wander around. After using the bathroom and cleaning myself up a little, I walked around the room even more. Suddenly it dawned on me. A heavenly scent. The scent of bacon.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Puck working the stovetop.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty. How ya feeling?"

"Not terrible. A little hazy is all."

"I hope you're hungry. I didn't know what you liked for breakfast so I kind of made everything. Eggs, pancakes, French toast, bacon, sausage. And then there's cereal and oatmeal if you want something like that. Are you a coffee drinker?"

"Oh yes, I am a caffeine addict." He grabbed a mug from the cupboard and filled the cup almost full. "Cream and sugar?" He questioned.

"Milk and sugar is fine," he took the milk and sugar out and grabbed me a spoon. I nodded as I prepared my coffee, grateful for his hospitality.

"Puck, this is all so thoughtful. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Nothing. Everything is just about finished. He plated all the food and placed it on the kitchen island. He gave me a plate and let me shovel food onto it before helping himself. I took a little of everything and was amazed by Puck's generosity as well as his cooking skills.

"Thank you for all of this. I really didn't expect any of this."

"Yeah, well breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. Plus I figured you could use a little fuel after last night."

"Okay, real talk. I know you said I was fine last night, but be honest with me. How was I? Did I embarrass myself?"

"It wasn't embarrassing, it was cute. And actually refreshing. You have this presence that is very…well, perfect. And last night you showed some of those imperfections. It wasn't bad or anything, it just gave me a real insight into who you truly are."

"Oh is that so?"

"You're so mysterious and I like that and all, but I like seeing the real you too."

I just smiled at him. He had certainly impressed me last night with his thoughtfulness. He showed that he truly cared about me.

"If I recall correctly, you were awfully sweet last night. And this morning too."

"I just think you should be treated with care. You deserve the best. And I hope that I showed you how much I care about you. I know I have a bit of a reputation at school but with you it's different. I've never felt so drawn to someone before and I won't screw this up."

I didn't know how to respond to that. I just smiled at him and changed the subject. "So, do you actually have a family or do you live here by yourself?" I joked.

"Actually…I do live on my own. My parents disappeared when I was about 16 and I've been by myself ever since."

"Oh my god, are you serious?"

"No, I'm not serious! They're at a basketball tournament with my younger sister," he laughed.

"Wow, things just got real for a second. I was genuinely concerned for you."

"Yeah, the home life is good. No need to worry. They'll be back on Sunday."

"Oh, so we have the place to ourselves for the weekend?" I raised an eyebrow as I said this.

"Well what did you have in mind?" he breathed.

"Not what you're thinking, I'm sure." I smiled at him and started cleaning up the excess food and dirty dishes. "Are you just gonna sit there, or are you gonna help me?" I challenged him. He smiled and got up to join me.

"Almost done. We just need one more. Pass me that yellow knit blanket," he instructed. I grabbed the long blanket from the couch and threw it over to Puck. He arranged it along the top of the structure and declared our masterpiece complete.

"Can we go inside now?" I questioned excitedly. He nodded and I crawled into the blanket fort we had just created. It made me feel like a kid again. Back when things were simpler and the most trivial things meant the world to you. It was nice to not have to worry about anything for a little bit.

"I have to admit Kate, when you first suggested building a blanket fort, I was a little skeptical. It seemed a little childish. But I can honestly say this is the most fun I've had in a while." We were sitting in the blanket fort. The only light came that came in was through the window, illuminating the technicolor blankets that could only be seen from the inside.

"It's fun to act like a kid sometimes. I always do stuff like this when I feel like I'm growing up too fast."

"You feel like you're growing up too fast?"

"Sometimes. Just trying to figure out what I want to do with my life and where I want to go to college. There are so many decisions we're making right now that could impact our lives forever."

"You should try living in the present more. I mean don't get me wrong, you should definitely be thinking about the future. But don't stress out so much. You're only young once. Make sure you take time to enjoy it."

"That's really great advice." I looked at him and studied his face. I had always found him attractive, but I never really noticed the details in his features. His smug smile was unbelievably charming and his eyes were a brilliant shade of green. "I never noticed how pretty your eyes were before. They're green, just like mine," I whispered.

"They're nothing compared to yours. I get lost in them every time I see you." I felt him come closer as he said this. His hand crept onto my cheek and he pulled my face to his. Our eyes were locked and a minute later he gently placed his lips on top of mine. It was a gentle kiss, but there was a true spark. Last night we had kissed but it was nothing like this. This was verification that we had a true connection. I couldn't recall ever feeling this way before. The kiss didn't last terribly long, and Puck pulled away.

"Wow," I exhaled. "That…that was incredible."

"Glad it wasn't just me who felt it."

I leaned in for another and Puck responded hesitantly. He pulled away quickly after.

"What's wrong?" I asked confused.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong. You're amazing and I don't want to mess things up by moving too fast. It'll be nearly impossible to resist you, but I'll do it until I can call you mine."

"That's really admirable. I'm impressed, Noah."

"Noah? I didn't even think you knew my real name."

"Sure, I do. When I first met you, you introduced yourself as Noah Puckerman, but said that everyone called you Puck. And I've called you Puck ever since. But I think that's going to change."

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"Because everyone calls you Puck and I don't want to be everyone. I want to be special."

"You are special," he said to me, seriously.

I tried to hide my smile and did so by changing the subject. "What should we do now?"

"How about we curl up in our blanket fort and put on a movie?"

"Sounds perfect."

"What should we watch?"

"Your choice. All the movies are on the shelf over there," he said.

I sauntered over and quickly browsed through the collection. "Well, it's definitely gonna be something from the '80s," I said skimming the DVDs.

"Why the '80s?"

"All the best movies were made in the '80s. The Breakfast Club. Sixteen Candles. Pretty in Pink. Ferris Bueller." I finally came to a decision. I pulled the movie off the shelf and held it up to face Noah. "And Say Anything."

"I've actually never seen this."

"Oh, it's a good one. Trust me." I popped in the DVD as Puck rearranged the blanket fort, allowing us to see the TV from within. I cuddled up next to Noah as the movie started and he put his arm around me.