AN: Thanks for your reviews! And Crystal, I'm sticking to Puck and Mercedes for this, but I do have another Mercedes based fiction which consists of any and every pairing you could think of. I'll put your Matt/Mercedes fic up there, okay?
Song 21- 'Spaceships' Kanye West
Puck tilted his head back and let out a stream of fragrant smoke. He looked up at the 'No Smoking' sign and smirked.
"Man, screw this job."
"Ooh, is that a freaked Black N Mild? Do you mind?"
Puck turned his head slightly to meet the big brown eyes of the girl who worked in the Lane Bryant next to Aeropostle. He held out the cigar, watching her full lips close around the tip and breathe in deeply.
"Thank God. I'm so sick of my freakin job. They always act like I'm sort of Ambassador for black women." She rolled her eyes. "I don't know every black woman in the world, Jesus."
"Yeah, my manager just fucks me over all the time. Gotta work long hours, not makin no money cuz he won't give me a raise."
She shook her head. "I wish I could just buy a spaceship and fly outta here."
"A spaceship?"
"Trust me, the further away, the better."