TITLE: I'll Be Anybody
SPOILERS: All aired episodes.
DISCLAIMER: Glee is not mine, unfortunately. If it were, we'd be getting a new episode every day, instead of having to wait until freakin' April.
Chapter title comes from the song "I'll Be Anybody" on DK Ibomeka's Love Stories (which I highly recommend checking out, as well as his other album, I'm Your Man. Listening to his voice is like being wrapped in warm, rich, silk.)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The inspiration for this story comes from the "Puckleberry spa" scene in my first fic, "The Seduction", where Puck is reminded that one of the things he loves most about Rachel is that every moment is an opportunity for theatre. As this series of one-shots indicates, he's about to find out that this includes their sex life, too.
Prologue
Noah Puckerman opens his locker one morning, and finds present from his girlfriend, Rachel Berry. He knows it's from Rachel because it's pink. Very pink. With little red hearts and gold stars stickered all over it. And a gigantic pink bow. His curiosity outweighing his embarrassment at being seen holding something that girly in front of the whole school, he picks it up and opens it. It's a small book (only Rachel would think that a book is a good present to give him), and the dedication on the front page reads:
"My dearest Noah,
Congratulations for actually picking up this book and opening it. If you have done so while in a public place, such as the hallway in front of your locker, I am doubly proud of you. I was reading Cosmo yesterday afternoon - purely for educational purposes of course; I would never actually endorse any magazine that trades on women's insecurities in such a blatant and exploitative manner - and came across a short article about how research shows that the biggest sex organ is the brain, because of its capacity to allow humans to engage in imaginative play. I was immediately struck by how exciting it could be if we were to engage in such play during our sexual activities. Not that I have any complaints about our sex life as it is, of course. As I have informed you numerous times, you are an exceptionally skilled lover, and I - "
He stops reading at this point because, as usual, Rachel has used more words than are necessary to express her point. Which is this: she wants them to role-play during sex. This is actually one of the (few) sexual activities that he has not tried, so he's more than a little turned on by the idea. Flipping through the book, he can see that each page contains a carefully detailed scenario, complete with stage directions and blocking. And, oddly, the lighting design. Choosing to ignore those details (because honestly... once he gets Rachel going, the last thing on her mind is going to be whether she's hit her mark, or if she's backlit), he puts the book in his backpack, and heads to the choir room where he knows Rachel will be running through her scales before class.
He finds her sitting at their piano - it has become "theirs" several times since that first time - working her way through some arpeggios. Bending down behind her and encircling her waist with his arms, he murmurs into her ear,
"Hey babe. Just got your present."
"Did you like it?", Rachel asks, her back still to him.
Sliding his hands up her torso to cup her breasts, he gives each of her nipples a quick, firm pinch. Upon her sharp intake of breath, he growls, "Yes, I did."
And so it begins.
To be continued...
