When they reach the truck, Callie looks more closely at Puck's face. She wipes at the blood on his lips with her finger tips.

Puck holds her hand against his lips and kisses it softly. He watches her eyes slowly close.

"I'm sorry I ruined the party for you Puck." Callie looks up at him, her eyes hidden underneath her long lashes.

"It wasn't your fault Callie; those guys are aholes even when they are sober. Did they hurt you?" He reaches out and gently runs his hand over her arm where Azimio had grabbed her.

The contact makes her jump and a million little goose bumps suddenly pop out all over her body.

She watches his eyes darken with fury, his body going rigid with anger. He looks back at the party.

She cups his face gently with both of her hands forcing him to look at her, "I'm okay. You got there before they could do anything other than grab me".

He nods into her hands and pulls her close against him. He feels her arms slide around his neck, laying her head against his chest.

The anger and rage are being replaced now with something else, something he has never experienced before and he likes it. Puck doesn't want to let go. He just wants to keep holding on to her.

Callie can hear his heart beat, strong and steady. The rise and fall of his chest, the warmth that seems to spread to her very being. She has forgotten about her plan. She feels something in her heart besides revenge.

They stand there lost in each others arms for a few minutes.

He reaches out and opens the door for Callie to get into the truck. She sits closer to him, her body touching his.

"Do you mind if we stop by my house?", she asks as he starts the truck.

"Why?"

"We need to see about your face," she is looking at the dried blood on her fingers.

"I just need to find a restroom somewhere and clean up", he looks down at the once clean shirt. It now had blood and dirt on it.

"If you're worried about my parents, my Dad is working out of town and my Mom has been gone for a few years. So we would have the house to ourselves." She looks up at his face to see his reaction.

Puck thinks about the house being empty, no parents to ask why his face is busted open in a couple of places. But on the other hand he doesn't want her to think that sex is all he is after either. Since when did that happen.

"I, uh, I just don't want you to think that all I'm after is getting you alone, for sex."

He can't stop the ramblings that are escaping his mouth.

"I really like being with you. I know that we just met and all today. But I feel something. This is different for me. I don't know how or why, but its different."

Callie's mouth drops open in surprise of what Puck is saying to her. He feels something different with me? Not after sex? Maybe he got hit harder than it looked.

"Puck, its okay. You don't have to make excuses."

She isn't sure what she feels herself. This was not the way tonight was suppose to go. She slides her body away from Puck's so they aren't touching anymore.

Puck feels the loss immediately, the connection, the warmth suddenly goes cold.

He pulls over on the side of the road. He turns to sees her looking at him in surprise and fear; wrapping both arms around her body, he pulls her back against him.

"I'm not making excuses."

He dips his head down and captures her lips in a slow and mind blowing kiss. It is slow and gentle, no tongue. He breaks the kiss, placing his forehead against hers.

"I just don't want to mess this up with you." He takes her hand and places it over his heart.

"You are the second person that has done this to me, the first I let get away. I don't want what I am feeling to stop."

She feels his heart race under her hand. She knows hers is about to explode out of her chest.

"Me either." Her voice is barely a whisper.

Puck places a soft kiss on her forehead, putting his hands back on the wheel, he pulls back out on the road.