Puck woke up next to her, the sunshine sparkling in her hair. She wasn't awake yet, so he just continued looking at her profile- letting her dream about whatever it was Santana dreamed of.

She was beautiful on the outside, and if everyone actually got to know her like he had, they would know she was beautiful on the inside, too. Puck sighed to himself, knowingly. Her hard edges gave way to a creamy filling, especially after a wine cooler or two.

When her eyes flickered open, she smiled. "Don't look at me like that," she giggled.

"Like what?"

"Longingly."