Quinn was visiting Lima after spending a whole semester at Stanford and was coincidentally drunk at a local bar. Wondering how she would get home she remembered that she had her former Show Choir teacher's number, Mr Will Schuester. She called him and left the following message, "heyyyy mr Schue, I'm back in town and can't really drive home, could you pick me up?" He saw his missed call and listened to the message. Based on the background music he knew exactly where she was, the Pink Flamingo. He drove to the bar and as he went in he was shocked to see none other than Quinn Fabray on the stage dancing like a stripper on the pole, almost down to her skivvies. He called her name, causing her to pause right before she was about to remove her bra. She blushed playfully and covered up as she exited the stage but not before collecting her tips. Drunk, horny old men were jeering at Will as if he had done the unthinkable by coming to Quinn's rescue. He let her get dressed in the washroom, she got back in her comfortable snowflakes leggings, white top, brown uggs, and puff jacket. Will then drove her back to his place after Quinn forgot where she stayed. Quinn was mighty flirtatious with Will, but like a pro he brushed off her advances mainly pegging it all on the fact that she's drunk and probably wouldn't do those things sober. But lo and behold when she asked to sleep in his bed with him because she couldn't be alone, he begrudgingly let her in his bed and at first it was an innocent cuddle then it turned into Will getting a little too excited being this close to an attractive woman like Quinn. They both pretended to be asleep until Will's member started throbbing in desire, which only made things even more awkward. He then got up out of bed and went to his guest room and took care of the situation, hoping Quinn didn't hear anything. When he returned, Quinn was completely naked. He couldn't resist his urge to take advantage of this sinfully salacious woman, so he got back into bed and pulled her close, kissing her passionately as she got on top of him, straddling his waist. Their bodies singing in erotic harmony, much like The Weeknd song Often, as their lust-filled moans were only fuel to the sexual fire. That night a fantasy was fulfilled for both of them, they had both secretly had strong feelings of desire for each other but one thing stood in the way, Noah, Quinn's fiancé.