Puck's staring at the front of the auditorium he's in for psychology while the T.A is stapling a bunch of papers together. It's the first day of his second year at NYU. And it's not like he enjoys gen. education classes but it'll get him where he wants to be eventually.

He sighs and pulls his phone out, looking up random shit on Facebook, until he notices someone sit down next to him. Looking to his right, there's a hot brunette sitting there with her eyes looking straight ahead. Puck takes a moment to appreciate her body. Small tits, but they'd fit perfectly in his hands. Long toned legs. Chocolate brown eyes.

"Where's your book?"

She turns to him and gazes a little too long on his arms. "I don't need one."

"Right, left it at home or haven't bought it yet?" He chuckles. "I'm Puck."

Rachel eyes him again. "Not buying it. I'm Rachel, Rachel Berry. Nice to meet you." She smiles at his grunt. "So what are you majoring in?"

"Urban design and Architecture Studies."

"So you'll be an architect?"

He nods. "Yep. What are you majoring in?"

"Oh, I'm on Broadway. I'm only taking a few classes to get my M.R.S degree."

Puck narrows his eyes at her. "Never heard of it. What the fuck is it?" He tries to think about what the individual letters could stand for.

"I'm here to find a husband. Someone who will look amazing on my arm when I win a Tony."

He coughs and stares at her like she's insane. She shrugs and smiles, looking forward as the professor walks in and starts to talk about what they're going to be learning that semester. This woman is just wasting money and time just to take classes to find a husband? That's the dumbest thing he's ever heard. Puck scoffs and folds his arms over his chest.

Shit. What if all college girls are like that? Puck shifts in his seat and rolls his eyes. Then he notices her nose.

"You a Jew?"

Rachel looks over at him with her eyebrows furrowed. "Yes, why?"

"My ma's been telling me to marry a nice Jewish girl my entire fucking life."

She raises an eyebrow. "When you graduate and get a job, you'll be a real catch."

He smirks. "You know it. I'll have a shitload of money while building amazing skyscrapers or houses and live in a penthouse."

"What are you insinuating exactly?"

"My sister likes that Broadway shit." Rachel tilts her head at him and raises an eyebrow. "You're hot. I'm hot. We're both Jews and we'd meet both of our goals." He shrugs his shoulder. "It'd save me from going through the effort of banging awful girls."

A coy smile spreads across her face. "I don't have a gag reflex."

His eyes widen. "Oh fuck, please marry me."

"If that's your proposal, then no." Rachel laughs and stands up right after their professor ends the lecture. "See you Monday." She winks.

Puck tilts his head and stares at her ass. "She'd do."


Prompt: At my old college, a phrase I heard a lot was that a girl was there to get her MRS degree.