I Love You|Pucktana
Puck stretched a little as he stood, making his way slowly to Santana's room. He'd gotten past the first 'i love you,' and even if it was pretty lame that it'd happened on Instagram, he'd done it without screwing it up too bad. Saying it in person was the next step and there was a much greater change that he'd make a mess of it. Three words seemed like they should be easy, but romance'd never been his thing. Still, she deserved hearing it out loud and he wanted to say it that way.
He wasted no time standing in the doorway - which he could've because she was just sitting on the bed, looking hot and stuff at her computer - and he didn't bother knocking. He just came in, lowered himself onto the bed, then took the computer out of her hands. Santana didn't even get the chance to be annoyed with him for doing it, because he pulled her close, his hand on the small of her back guiding her toward him. His lips found hers, a slow, weightless kiss holding them together for as long as it could before Puck eased back, and the words came out. "I love you."