Puck just couldn't seem to keep his mind on the game, even through all the screams of what "a spineless jellyfish" he was from Coach Tenkaka. Jeez, does he ever just shut up? Well, maybe coach had a point, he wasn't usually this distracted. All he could focus on was how lovely Mercedes' eyes were, something he had never taken note of. They're like round pieces of milk chocolate, so sweet and innocent. What was he saying? Puck was a jock; self-centered, superior, witty, and got whatever girl he wanted. Never in his high-school career had he even focused on anything but a girl's tits or ass, so what made Mercedes' eyes so different? "Dude, Puck, get over here! Huddle up!" Finn's voice snapped Puck back into reality, it was like a kick in the stomach saying, "Stop thinking about girls and get your head in the game." A sigh escaped his lips; it was as if her face was permanently welded into his brain, that brilliant smile with the milk-chocolate eyes. Maybe I can get to know her better...

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Walking home that afternoon, Mercedes noticed there was an extra skip in her step. Nothing could seem to bring this day down, as if the stars had aligned in impeccable formation just so that her life wasn't a total mess. She began to hum "Walking on Sunshine" as she enjoyed the beauty of the afternoon. The sky was a cerulean blue with splotches of white scattered throughout the span of visibility. Leaves of trees were gently fading to crimson reds and vivid oranges, with the occasional leaf fluttering to the ground. Before she knew it, her front door was an inch away from her face, as if all time had just passed by her in a blur. "Mom? You home?" It appeared from the slight echo through the halls that her mother was out grocery shopping or something of that sort. "Whatever, its diary time!"

After dropping her backpack down into her beanbag chair, Mercedes flopped onto her bed and turned to the newest page of her diary. Dear Diary, Absolutely nothing can bring this day down. And I mean nothing...even a typhoon or a sudden volcano explosion! Well, I know I mentioned this earlier, but Puck actually caught me when I fell. And when I lay there in his arms, our eyes locked for moment, as if he felt what I was feeling. This may sound strange, but it was almost as if he was examining my eyes, noticing something he hadn't noticed before. :) I picture him as my knight in shining armor who comes to sweep the princess off her feet. Did I already use that analogy?

Mercedes flipped back to see if she had indeed used that earlier today, but she couldn't seem to find the entry. It has to be there, it's the most recent! Her heart plummeted into her stomach as she realized the entry wasn't in the diary at all. She dove for her backpack and tore through it, tears brimming in her eyes. "Oh my god, if someone at school found it, I'm as good as dead!" Even after throwing textbooks across the room and dumping out the contents of her book bag, the entry was nowhere to be found. "Where is it?! Where is it?!"

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[glitzandglamour825]5:15- Rachel? Rachel are you on?

[broadwaybound]5:17- Yeah, Kurt. But make it quick. I'm in the middle of practicing that new routine Mr. Schuester taught us. We can't win unless we do our best. ;)

[glitzandglamour825]5:18- Oh this will be quick. Remember Glee when Mercedes was acting so funny?

[broadwaybound]5:18-OMG yes! What was that all about? She was running down the hall and squealing... :/

[glitzandglamour825]5:19-Let's just say that I found a certain piece of paper in the hallway this afternoon that may clear things up.

[broadwaybound]5:20-NO WAY!! Type it up!!

[glitzandglamour825]5:21-I'll just call you. Let's just say...its juicy.

[broadwaybound]5:21-Score! Talk to you in a few, Kurt!

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