Yellow Sunshine: Brittany & Puck
If you took all the people in the world and put them side by side, you probably couldn't have found two people more different than Brittany S. Pierce and Noah Puckerman. You also couldn't have found two people more perfect for each other.
Sure, they had both hooked up with Santana, but that was pretty much where their similarities ended. Puck was all dark where Brittany was light. And yet, any time she smiled at him, she made him want to embrace anything that made her happy. Brittany made him believe (or tolerate, really) in rainbows and unicorns and the shiny glitter that always seemed to be on his sister's bedroom floor.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," she sang one day after third period when she was helping him rinse bright blue slushie out of his mohawk. "You make me happy when skies are gray."
He reached up and covered her hand on his shoulder briefly. Her beautiful smile never left her face, even when she was standing there covered in sticky ice. "You'll never know, dear," he sang back to her. Her little pink tongue darted out as she grinned. "How much I love you."
"So please don't take my sunshine away," they harmonized in unison.
Brittany carefully poured the cup of warm water over his head and then rubbed it with the white towel he'd found in the bottom of his gym locker. "I think I've almost got it all. We should be able to make it to lunch. It's smiley face pizza day!"
Only his girl could get that excited about eating subpar cafeteria pizza with pepperoni eyes and an olive mouth. "Nothing's better than smiley face pizza day," he teased before pulling her down in his lap. It echoed a moment he had sophomore year, but unlike that brief dalliance with Rachel, he knew that this relationship didn't have an expiration date. She wasn't in love with someone else, and he only had eyes for her. "Love you, Britt."
She leaned over to peck his nose affectionately. "Who doesn't love me?" she giggled before sliding back to her feet. She reached out to pull him up and then into a hug. It was only when he was close and she could whisper in his ear that she added, "Love you."
And that soft confession of love, the one where she dropped the bubbly disposition that typically dominated her personality and was just authentically real, was what made them perfect. She understood that it was easy to hide in a joke and confess the truth in quiet. It might not have worked for everyone, but it worked awesomely, badassedly for them.