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A week had passed and still no job. Quinn was unemployed and her rent was due in a week.
                          
'I don't see the big deal.' Santana said filing her nails. 'Just become a stripper.'
                          
'Shut up Santana.' 
                          
'What? You asked for suggestions.' 
                          
'Q. I've told you. I can keep up the rent until you find a job, but maybe you need to get out. Explore New York and stop worrying. That's why you're not finding a job.'
                          
'What am I supposed to do?' 
                          
'Get the mail.' Rachel suggested.
                          
Quinn rolled her eyes and nodded quickly grabbing her coat and leaving the apartment and walked to the mail room downstairs.
                          
Bills for Rachel, The new issue of Vogue for Santana and a dance magazine for Brittany. Her heart dropped when she saw the other a letter. It was Biffs hand writing. Quinn began to walk back up stairs to her apartment when she collided with someone.
                          
'S-sorry.' She stuttered. 
                          
'It's cool.' The man said. 
                          
'I wasn't looking where I was going and-.' She looked up and he man had dark brown eyes, a sharp jaw line and a Mohawk. 
                          
'Go out with me.' He cut her off.
                          
'Excuse me?' She said furrowing her eyebrow.
                          
'Go out with me.' He repated.
                          
'Absolutely not.' She said pushing past him.
                          
'Why not?' He asked causing her to stop dead in her tracks.
                          
'One. I don't know you and Two. I don't know you.' She repeated.
                          
'Puck.' He said. Quinn furrows her brow again. 'My names Puck, what's yours?'
                          
'I'm not going out with you.' She said sternly.
                          
'What? You said you don't me and now you do.' 
                          
'No.' She said sternly and turned around and walked away.
                          
She was stopped again feeling his warm hand on her shoulders. 'Forgot this.' He said handing her the letter she dropped when the collided. 'Quinn.' He winked and walked away.
                          
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'That was a long trip.' Santana stated laying on the couch. 
                          
'Ran into this asshole down stairs.' 
                          
'Was he cute?' Brittany cooed.
                          
'He wasn't unfortunate looking.' Quinn shrugged.
                          
'Oooo.' The three girls cooed.
                          
'What'd this mystery guy look like?' Rachel asked lifting up Santana legs and sitting on the couch.
                          
'Brown eyes, awful Mohawk.' Quinn shrugged.
                          
Brittany, Santana and Rachel looked at each other. 'Puckerman.'
                          
'Puckerman?' 
                          
'You just met Noah Puckerman. He lives downstairs.'
                          
'I smell a romance blooming.' Rachel said sing-songy
                          
'Shut up.' Quinn said throwing a pillow at Rachel.