A/N-This started as a prompt fill from the LJ community known as puckrachel_kink and morphed into…this. *Warning*. It's smut. Kinky Smut. Mainly (as of now) in Chapter 3, unless it expands. Spanking and naked smut. If this bothers or offends you, please stop reading now. Please. Right now this is complete. It could be expanded but I don't know that it needs to be. Hope you enjoy! I still don't own Glee.

It's now been expanded so the smut isn't restricted to Chapter 3. Hope you enjoy!

They talk. It's what they do. They talk all the time. About everything. Anyone who knows Rachel Berry wouldn't be surprised at all. Talking is what Rachel does. No, the surprise in that scenario would be Noah. In the years that they've been dating, he's discovered that not only can he talk to Rachel about anything, but he actually likes it.

So they talk. About music; no surprise there, music is a central aspect of both their lives. As everyone always expected, Rachel achieved the first part of her dream; in six weeks she'll start her senior year at Julliard. The surprise there again was Noah. At least it was a surprise to everyone other than Rachel.

When they began seriously dating in their junior year of high school, she discovered that his ability on the guitar was entirely self-taught. When her fathers became aware of this, knowing that he would need more than just a natural gift if he wanted to make it out of Lima and knowing that their daughter had hitched her future to Noah Puckerman, they arranged for him to take lessons with a classical guitarist in Cincinnati. He took to it like he'd been born with a guitar in his hands. Now, a little more than four years later, he was also poised to enter his senior year in college; Temple University in Philadelphia, also as a music major, in instrumental performance. She's in New York and he's in Philadelphia but the distance is nothing to either of them. They have weekends, school breaks, Skype, email, phone calls and texts.

They talk. They talk about religion, politics, art, television, books, movies, comedians, food, their friends, their enemies, their course loads, the weather, sports (Rachel is the surprise there. She knows her football and basketball. Baseball not as much, but she knows her sports.) They talk about important and weighty ideas and they talk about inconsequential things like why Rachel loves the Three Stooges and Noah doesn't see the point and which way the toilet paper should go on the roll (Rachel over, Noah under). They talk about everything and nothing. They talk about the things that young lovers have talked about since the beginning of time.

They talk about sex. Noah has talked about sex since he first sprouted hair but the openness between them was an unexpected bonus to her. She lost her virginity to him on a spring night in their senior year of high school. They talked about that for weeks before it actually happened. They talked about every physical step in their relationship either before or right after it happened.

The first time he went down on her, she was not expecting it at all. He figured that one would be better as an "after" talk or Rachel would freak herself out about it. He was right. They talked when she decided to test out the non-existent gag reflex that Emma Pillsbury Howell had told her she would one day appreciate. She hadn't told Rachel that her boyfriend would appreciate it even more but Rachel knows that now. They talked because he wanted to make sure she knew that she didn't have to do that, she didn't owe it to him and while he LOVED it, if she didn't enjoy it, he could be content without it. That didn't happen, she enjoys it just fine, especially watching the badass Noah Puckerman become a wordless, moaning mess.

The one thing they don't talk about is their relationship. There's no need. She's still legally Rachel Berry but everyone knows that in reality she's Rachel Puckerman. They were just waiting until they had their degrees in hand and could start their lives together in the same city. Noah had dated and slept with more women before leaving high school than many people do their entire lives. He'd partied and drank and had the whole experience. When he finally got Rachel for real and for good, he had no desire to go back to that life. Rachel had never needed it. She knows enough to know that most people can go their whole lives without finding what the two of them have together. There was never any need to see what she was missing. She knew she wasn't missing anything.

They talk. All the time. About everything. It's the cornerstone of their relationship. That's what makes the current situation so strange to Rachel. There's something she wants badly and has wanted for a long time and she has no idea how to talk to Noah about it.

She's done her research (she's Rachel Berry, did you expect anything else?) and she knows that lots of people have difficulty bringing up this particular subject to their partners. That it's a common dilemma doesn't make it any less frustrating for her. She doesn't worry that Noah will be disgusted or revolted. She doesn't think he'll look at her differently or that it will change how he feels about her. No, it's nothing like that. She knows that he's adventurous and open minded and sexually uninhibited but she still thinks he might very well say no. It isn't the act itself that will bother him (she's seen his porn collection; it would take a great deal more than this to bother him.) She thinks that it's her that will stop him. Doing it with her. Doing it to her.

Noah is obsessive in his protectiveness of her. She was ready for sex for almost a month before he agreed. Noah insisted on that time and on preparing her for the possible pain of losing her virginity. He used his fingers and tongue and even a few toys that he purchased to get her ready for him. He's not a small man, in any way, and he was worried about hurting her.

That's her issue. She wants him to hurt her. She blushes thinking about it but she can feel the warmth in her stomach and the wetness between her legs. She's had this fantasy lurking in the back of her brain since puberty. She wants him to spank her. She doesn't just want him to give her a few little love-taps either. She wants him to punish her. When she fantasizes, she imagines …Oh God, and ever since they've been together, it hasn't been some faceless man, it's been him. Noah.

She imagines herself naked; sometimes over his lap, sometimes over the edge of a bed, but always naked. He runs his hands softly over her, talking in a low voice, asking her if she knows why she's here and what she's done and what her punishment will be. She knows that the softness of his hands will soon be replaced by hardness. His hands, a hairbrush, a paddle, a belt, something, anything. She breathes out slowly, knowing what will come after she answers him and-

Stop! She makes her mind come back from the fantasy. She's had a lot of practice doing that. They didn't even have sex until high school was almost over and it wasn't the kind of thing she wanted to bring up then anyway. It's been a long-held fantasy but as long as she didn't have someone in her life, it was just a fantasy. Once she did (and no, she never once considered it with Finn. She didn't trust him anywhere near enough) she needed time to explore if she'd ever want it to be more than just a fantasy.

During their first three years in college, she's been able to put it out of her mind a lot. They're both insanely busy and it isn't an idea she wants to broach during a quick weekend visit. She realizes the impossibility of it during the school year anyway. The idea of a painful spanking in the vicinity of either one of their sets of roommates is enough to make her bury it deep. The thought of them hearing her or facing them afterward, with her behind burning, NO. This is her fantasy but she has no desire to share it with anyone but Noah.

The summers have had their own challenges as well. Their first summer back from college, Noah was barely in Ohio at all. He had the opportunity to study classical technique for 6 weeks in Spain. Their second summer was her turn to not be around. She spent a month in Atlanta with a vocal ensemble put together by one of her professors. Winter breaks have meant all of their friends are home from their own schools, spending time with his mother and sister, making time to be with her dads and no privacy. Spring Breaks were spent visiting each other and touring their respective cities. Again, too many people and not enough time for even a discussion about it, let alone any activity.

She's told herself that there will be plenty of time in their lives to discuss this with him. She knows that despite the realities of their time together (or lack thereof), she's been avoiding it also because she wants it so badly and knows that it might very well be something that he just can't do. If that's the case, she'll live with it, but as long as she keeps it to herself, it's still there as a possibility.

This summer leaves her out of excuses. Both of them are home for the entire break. They spent the first two weeks mostly with her fathers before they left for their 20 year anniversary trip, a three week Caribbean cruise. Noah's mom is working a lot of overtime this summer because his sister is attending a summer arts camp in Michigan. Neither of them have summer jobs because her fathers didn't want them to have to do that. They work hard all school year and both of them have taken independent studies and summer lessons and her dads want them to be able to enjoy this last summer before they graduate college.

She's had it on her mind for the last month now. Once their summer plans were certain, she couldn't make herself keep blocking it out. She knows he's noticed something. She's been distracted. He's asked a few times if there's something on her mind, but he doesn't push. He doesn't need to; he knows she'll tell him eventually. They talk. It's what they do.

She thinks about her research. She knows that next to telling their partner, the biggest hurdle for many people is the reality that spanking actually hurts. Lots of people like the concept and they enjoy the fantasy but the reality does them in completely. Those bright red buttocks with the slight hints of bruising? Those come with real pain. She knows this, has examined it from every angle (no pun intended) and she still wants it. She wants the pain. But it's more than that…she wants the discipline and control and the feeling of powerlessness. She's a control freak in every other aspect of her life and she freely admits that. This is one area where she wants to hand over control completely. She just doesn't know if Noah will be willing to take it. He's due at her house in less than half an hour. This is it. No more excuses.

He isn't quite as clueless as she thinks. He's been dating her for 4 and half years, been her lover for 3 and a half, and if he's honest with himself, she's been on his radar for fucking ever. He knows there's something on her mind and if he had to guess-Fuck, who's he kidding? He knows exactly what's on her mind.

Yeah, he knows.

He's noticed over the years what turns her on, which of his movies she pays particular attention to and which ones she always picks when it's her turn to choose. He's found a few books in her drawers and a couple of links on her computer and wondered if she left them on purpose for him to find. He's noticed that when he gets a little rougher, a little more demanding in bed, she gets even wetter. He's paid attention to how, in the past couple of years, when she's thisclose to an orgasm, she begs him. Please Noah, pleasepleaseplease pleeease. He doesn't think she's even aware that she does it. But he is.

Fuck yeah, he's aware.

He's never said anything to her about it because he knows her and he knows that whatever pushing of boundaries they do has to originate with her. He's never wanted her to feel like she needs to do anything more than she's comfortable with just to keep up with him. He doesn't want her comparing herself to a laundry list of cougars, Cheerios and slutty girls and thinking that she doesn't measure up to his past. Whatever her reasons, she hasn't brought it up and he's waited. He knows his girl. He assumes there's been research and planning and he knows that when she's ready, she'll bring the idea to him.

He's definitely thought about it while he's been waiting for her. How could he not? The thought of Rachel's tight, perfect ass under his hand. The little whimpers of desire mixed with fear, the uncertainty of not knowing what he was going to do next. He's imagined the feel of his hand coming down on her ass, feeling it warm under his hand. He's had his own fantasies about watching her face in a mirror as her ass turns red.

FUCK!

He knows that what she wants will cause her some real pain and he's had his moments of wondering about that but he thinks this is different. This is something she wants. And if the hints over the years and the signs he's seen are any indications, she wants it bad. He's enough of an alpha male to admit that the idea of controlling her in the bedroom gets him hard as a rock. Not all the time because he likes their relationship being one of equals. He likes that she gives him shit when he deserves it and that she isn't afraid to be herself with him, crazy and all. He doesn't want a full time submissive, but as an addition to their bedroom? Fuck yes!

He's noticed the last few weeks that she's seemed particularly jittery. Her dads are gone for the next three weeks, his mom will be mostly MIA with work and Becca is out of state at camp for the summer. If there's any time for her to bring it up and for it to become a reality, it's now. If he's ever going to get the chance to have her naked and submissive and with her ass turned up for him to-

Fuck! He feels like fucking Finn in high school. Mailman. Mailman. Mail fucking man! Just because he's 99% certain that this is what is going down doesn't mean he needs to jump the gun. She might not ever get to where she feels comfortable with it being more than a fantasy. He needs to stop this train of thought before he embarrasses himself in his pants before he even gets to her damn house.