Rachel is what you'd call a controllist.

"Just say you want my monster cock, Rachel Berry," he teases, the words coming quickly to his lips in a sudden effort to lighten the mood as he smiles and squeezes the fingers she presses to his palm. "Just say it, it's totally cool and we both know it's true." It probably is true, and that may or may not be all she wants, and they both know it, but it doesn't need to be said unless she wants to take it there. He's still dealing with the I'm Puck and I'm a stud and I don't do exclusive, but this is Rachel and Rachel is Rachel thing. "I know you're dealing with shit," he tries to reassure her, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles as he makes a left-hand turn, one hand on the steering wheel as he drives smoothly. "It's cool. I'm not going to push you to, like, talk and shit. I don't have a vagina but whatever's gonna make you feel better, you know I got your back. Especially if your back is naked. And then I got your front, too." He winks, tugging her close to drop a kiss on her lips at a stop sign. "And you know I'd have your back and kick ass and take names even if you didn't let me fuck you the other day. You know that, right?"