A/N: Just a head's up, I'll be going to Canada in a few days and then Universal Studios after that, so the next (and, at this point, last) chapter will be delayed until late July at the earliest. I'll use the extra time to make sure the last chapter is extra good, deal? ;)

Sabrina and Puck were sitting in front of the laptop, browsing through fanfiction again. The mouse was hovering over one called "When you Give the Grimms Computers" when the doorbell suddenly rang.

"My loofahs!" Puck cried, running downstairs.

"Your what?" Sabrina yelled, running after him.

However, it wasn't his loofahs. There were two girls standing on the doorstep, both grinning like the Chesire Cat.

In other words, very creepily.

"You're Puck, right?" one squealed.

"Uh…"

"Puck! Who are these people?" Fear the jealous Grimm.

"I…have no idea," Puck said.

"We're his fangirls!" supplied the second girl.

Puck's ego immediately blew out of proportion. "See how many fans I have?" he said, turning to grin at Sabrina.

He turned back around. "What are your names?"

"Kit Kat."

"Lil Pop."

Puck's eyebrow twitched. Weird names. Although, I guess I shouldn't be one to talk…

"So…whaddya want?"

Behind him, Sabrina mimed strangling him. It bugged her that he was actually being nice for once. Although, if she had fanboys, she'd probably be nice to them too...

"Well, we met this girl-"

"And she told us she got one of your t-shirts…"

Puck scowled. "Uh-huh…well, you see, we kinda got blackmailed into that…"

"Yeah, she told us…" Lil Pop said.

"What are you here for?" Sabrina said suddenly, stomping around to stand by Puck. She crossed her arms. "Or did you just come here to taunt us about getting blackmailed?"

Good thing looks couldn't kill. At least, not when it was Sabrina Grimm. When it was Medusa…now that was a different story.

"No, that's not it at all!" Kit Kat said, waving her arms and trying to grin her way out of it. "We just decided we want one of Puck's shirts too!"

There was a moment of silence.

"Give me one good reason." Puck crossed his arms.

"Ah…one moment, please," Kit Kat turned to Lil Pop. "Maybe we can take it by force…?"

"But how? He'd probably outfight us. We're no match for him physically."

"Then we'd have to outthink him. We could use blackmail…but that'd be copying Alexatheknight."

"Hm…ah! Kidnapping!"

"I thought we've already established that it'd be too hard to use force on-"

"No, not Puck. We can kidnap Sabrina, and use her as ransom..."

"Puck might come and rescue her though."

"You're right. How bothersome. We could video tape it, and say Puck was being a hero…"

"No, wait. We'd just have to take her outside the barrier!"

They were interrupted when a shirt was shoved between them.

"Take it," Puck said. "And before anyone says anything, let me make it clear that I'm not trying to be a hero or anything by giving you this shirt so that Sabrina doesn't get kidnapped. If you did kidnap Sabrina, the old lady would probably make me go chase her down, which would be really annoying. And then Sabrina might start screaming at me and throw one of her tantrums when I finally get there-"

"I do not throw tantrums!" Sabrina interrupted.

"-And my ears always ring for hours afterwards, which means I can't hear the TV properly. Do you know how annoying that is? And then I'd have to fly her back, and she weighs a lot…"

As Puck continued listing the difficulties of rescuing Sabrina (and as Sabrina defended herself against his back-handed insults), Kit Kat and Lil Pop quietly grabbed his shirt and crept away. Sabrina was bound to throw a punch sooner or later, and the last thing they wanted to happen was to get caught in the crossfire between them.

As they walked away from the Grimm's house, giggling madly over their prize, they ran saw another girl walking along.

Kit Kat and Lil Pop looked at each other.

"Should we…?" Kit Kat asked.

"It'd be kinda mean…but no harm, no foul, right?" Lil Pop smiled.

They turned towards the mystery girl. "Hey, guess what?" Kit Kat shouted. "Puck's giving away his shirts!"

The girl glanced over, unsure if they were talking to her. "Are you sure?"

Lil Pop smirked. "Yeah, tell everyone you know."

The doorbell sounded.

"There's my loofahs!" Puck cried, tearing through the living room to get to the door.

When he opened the door, however, it wasn't a deliveryman with his loofahs. Instead, there were a dozen or so girls standing on his doorstep.

"Can I have one of your t-shirts?"