Hee hee! I wrote another song-fic. If you haven't figured it out, I'm a total Taylor Swift fan. So, once again, it uses one of her songs! But please check it out. It's called All too Well.

Fast food

Twenty- four old Sabrina Grimm grabbed a few fries from their box and dabbed them in ketchup. She and Puck were at Wendy's, sitting face to face in a booth.

Puck was staring at the window. "You know I love playing pranks on?"

"Who?" Sabrina wondered.

"Newly-weds." Puck grinned and pulled a glop grenade out of his pocket. "Especially the ones making out on the street."

Sabrina groaned. "That's terrible and mean."

"I know, but it's fun."

"Speaking of newly-weds, Brittney's sister is getting married. I have to be there." Sabrina said. "You want to come?"

Puck grinned. "Nah. Weddings suck."

Sabrina sighed. These were the moments she wondered if Puck would ever propose.

"Besides." Puck went on. "I've been to way too many wedding lately. You're boss just got married last week. It seems everyone's getting married."

"I know." Sabrina agreed. "But you should still come to show her support."

"Maybe I'll go to Britney's wedding in the future, but I've only met her sister once."

Sabrina huffed. "Fine. Have it your way."

Puck took a bit out of his burger. "I don't plan on going to another wedding until it's my own…unless Daphne gets married before me. That's different."

"You wouldn't even come to mine?" Sabrina asked him.

Puck grinned. "Silly Barf-face." He teased. "You're not marrying anyone but me."

Sabrina tried not to look to happy.

"You're trying not to smile." Puck told her.

Sabrina glared at him. "No I'm not. Matter of fact, I'm actually very unhappy. I don't want to marry you at all."

"Ha ha. You're lying." He continued. "You're very happy I said what I said." He leaned across the table and poked her mouth. "Come on! Smile. Admit you love me!"

Sabrina shook her head defiantly.

Sighing, Puck leaned back in his seat. He grabbed a fry and dipped it in the ketchup. As he stuffed it into his mouth, a huge glob of ketchup fell on his shirt. He glanced at it and shrugged.

Sabrina made a disgusted face.

Puck chuckled and pulled something out of his pocket. "I wasn't going to ask right now, but since we're on the topic…" He slid a small box across the table and it landed on Sabrina lap. "When's our wedding. I better be invited."

Sabrina frowned. Picking up the box, she opened it to reveal a diamond ring. "Seriously? That's the best proposal you could come up with?"

Puck shrugged. "Who said I was proposing. I just think I should be invited to my own wedding."

Sabrina ignored him. "I can't believe you proposed at a fast food restaurant."

"Hey!" Puck snapped. "My precious Wendy's isn't fast food. Fast food is unhealthy. There are tomatoes in my burger. Therefore, this isn't fast food."

Sabrina rolled her eyes and set the ring box down on the table.

"Wait…" Puck said. "I thought that if the girl agreed to marry the guy, she puts on the ring…" he glanced at his girlfriend nervously.

Sabrina giggled. He looked so nervous. She actually felt bad for him. But, for once, she had the upper hand. She couldn't let this go. "I don't know. Maybe I actually want to marry someone else. Plus, you just said that this wasn't a proposal."

Puck laughed nervously. "Grimm, you're joking, right?"

"I don't know. I might still want to shop around a bit more…"

"Grimm!"

Sabrina let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. But one condition."

"…What?"

"I want a bite of your burger."

Monster: Guess what! I ate thirty people today.

Me: gross

Monster: You mean…Delicious!

Me: NO…I mean gross.