So, I guess I'm a part of this fandom now. I wouldn't be a part of a fandom without shipping something so much it hurts and then spending hours writing fanfiction for my new favorite ship, so here ya go Puckentine fans! I proudly present Stars and Boulevards or 100 Themes of Puckentine.

Disclaimer: Y'all please they would've been canon in the first episode if I owned this show.

Introduction

Their second night at Nona's apartment (not Nona's, she had to remind herself, theirs, Sam and Cat's) was the first night alone, the first night as roommates. And in Sam and Cat's place, wrapped up in Sam and Cat's blankets in Sam and Cat's pull out bed, Sam couldn't sleep. She turned things over and over in her head, once again questioning her judgment. Telling Cat she'd live with her was so impulsive, just like everything else she did. She could easily, so easily, go off on another impulse right this second and take off right now, head to Vegas or Phoenix and continue on. For shame, she hardly knew this girl. She had no ties to her, no reason to stay, no obligation that would make her feel guilty later on. But picturing Cat alone in this apartment, waking up to find Sam gone with nothing left but a messy pull out bed and a dirty plate as evidence, was enough to make her stay put. Frustration flooded through her at this thought. She hardly knew the girl, yet her she was, staying, maybe even liking the thought of staying.

I should sleep, Sam decided, rolling on her side and pulling the scratchy blanket up higher. Too much thinking.

"Hey, Sam?"

Sam cracked one eye open and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she settled for rolling over to face the kitchen and meeting the owner of the annoyingly soft voice, none other than Cat Valentine, her roommate, her business partner, and (Sam supposed) her friend.

"Mhm?" she gave Cat her most bored, steely expression.

"Can we talk?"

A refusal sprang to Sam's lips, but she choked on the word 'no' when she caught a glimpse of Cat's face in the din. She looked so worried, so innocent, so trusting and adoring. She was so naïve, so needy, so dependent. In anyone else, Sam would have ridden them off as weak and probably might have hit them. But not Cat. Something always stopped her with Cat. She assumed it was the same mysterious something that had urged her to chase after that damn garbage truck, the same something that kindled a sense of warmth whenever Cat hugged her (which was quite frequently, Sam had noted), and the same something that had convinced her to stay with Cat in the first place.

"We already are," Sam deadpanned, but moved over anyway and patted the bed invitingly.

Cat offered her a small, grateful smile and settled down on the bed, lying down, of course, and facing Sam instead of sitting up. She gave Sam an expectant look and burrowed down deeper into the covers.

"So what's up?" Sam asked after she realized Cat was waiting for her.

"Are we friends?"

"What?" Sam barked out a single, uncertain laugh.

Cat locked her eyes with Sam's and gave her a look of utter trust, "Well, we're living together now, but we don't really know each other…"

"Listen, kid," Sam cut off. "We met in a garbage truck, remember? We rode illegally in a limo. We saved a guy from dying, all in the same day. How much more of an introduction do you need?"

Cat seemed to ponder this for a moment, falling so silent that Sam was certain the smaller girl had fallen asleep until she found herself locked in a frantic, relieved kind of hug. Cat locked her hands around Sam's neck and buried her head in her shoulder, tangling them together as they lay in the bed.

"So it's like we're meant to be friends! Right?" Cat cried excitedly, tittering that brief, high little laugh of hers.

That wasn't what Sam had meant, not in the least actually. But Sam agreed. Maybe it was the over-exhaustion talking, or the juice from that battery that might've leaked into her burrito from yesterday, or maybe it was the fumes of Cat's overwhelmingly sweet perfume; something had obviously messed with her judgment.

"Right," she echoed, shifting slightly when she fully registered that Cat was pressed right up against her.

"Good," Cat replied in a soft, sleepy voice. She dropped her arms from around Sam's neck but didn't make an effort to move away. Instead, she curled her legs up and leaned her head against Sam's shoulder. She yawned loudly and shut her eyes contentedly, smiling even as she drifted into sleep.

Sam stiffened at such close contact. It was so foreign to her, but she was too tired to fight it. It was fruitless to argue with Cat, especially when Sam was so exhausted and out of her prime. Tomorrow, tomorrow she'd tell Cat that they would be sleeping in separate beds. But not now. Cat was warm and Sam liked to be warm when she slept. Tomorrow, not now.

"I'm glad we're together, Sam." It was no more than a whisper, a slight disturbance in the air, so easy to miss. And just like that Cat was asleep, snoring quietly cuddled against Sam.

"Yeah," Sam agreed tiredly. "I guess I am too."

And together, they slept through the night.