Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters.

A/N: I know there are a few stories like this one, but I hadn't written one yet, so… I hope you enjoy.


"Come on, I swear you'll like it." Richard pleads.

Quinn doubts that. If they are taking her where she thinks they are taking her for her birthday, she would rather skip it.

"Yeah, it'll be fun. You'll see." Zack looks down at her with hopeful blue eyes.

She boards the train from New Haven to New York at 10p.m. with her two best guy friends from school. Richard and Zack have always been supportive of her sexual preference, they are part of the cause of most of her playgirl tendencies.

Both men are very good looking, which attracts many women to their group. They all became friends after she dated Richard briefly during freshman year and Zack was Richard's roommate. Fast-forward a year later and here they are, taking her out to celebrate her birthday in the city, and she suspects that they have something up their sleeves.

"I really don't think this is such a good idea." Quinn voices, but she follows them anyway as they make their way down a street in a rundown part of town.

Zack holds back and throws an arm around Quinn's shoulders as they continue following behind Richard.

"Don't worry, I've been here before with Rich, it's not really a strip club."

"Plus it's high class and super discreet, I mean, politicians and judges frequent this place all the time." Richard states as he looks over his shoulder at them.

That does not make her feel any better. Richard then hooks a left into an alley and Quinn becomes even more apprehensive, even though she still trusts her friends.

"Where the hell are we going, Richard?" She asks, receiving no answer.

They approach a grey door with a weird looking symbol on it. Richard knocks on the door in a special way that has to be code or something.

The door swings open to a tall, burly bodyguard with a ponytail, in head to toe black.

"I.D." The large man requests in a low voice.

Richard and Zack dig out their Yale I.D. cards as Quinn reaches into her crossbody to search for her own.

"In…in…sweetheart it's okay, you go ahead." He nods at Quinn to go in without showing her I.D. She likes this place already.

"You're lucky you're a girl. I have never seen him let anyone in without carding them."

"Exactly how many times have you been here, Rich?" She laughs as he nervously tucks his hands into his pockets.

The sound of horns blaring turns into actual jazz music as they venture further down the long hallway. Quinn is already half in love with this place based on it's décor. The walls are covered in paisley with deep red drapes and gold moulding everywhere.

"Welcome to Bordeaux gentlemen," The busty redhead catches eyes with Quinn, possibly short circuiting her brain temporarily, since she pauses for so long. "…and lady." She curtseys at Quinn with a soft smile on her face.

Quinn watches as Richard signs the list that the woman turns over to him. When the woman reads what he had written, she nods briefly at him before turning and beckoning them with a finger.

She leads them into the dimly lit area made up of round tables surrounding a stage that has bright lights all around it. Quinn looks up to find that there are private booths higher up as well as a brightly lit bar along one side of the room.

The stage is empty, but there are beautiful women everywhere. Some are waiting tables flirtatiously and others are giving private dances to certain customers. They are all scantily clad, but in the best way.

Quinn appreciates the fact that their costumes are theme appropriate for late 30's burlesque. All of them are in corsets and some sort of lace, with their hair and makeup following with the time as well. Some are topless, but with tastefully placed nipple covers on.

Most of the men are also well dressed, Quinn is glad that she wore a blazer tonight otherwise she would have felt underdressed.

"Right this way," The redhead gestures them towards a table right in the middle of the room. The three of them take seats, facing the stage.

"So, how do you like it?" Richard asks her.

"It's…not what I expected at all."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Definitely. Thank you guys, I never should have doubted you. This is like a dream come true."

"Don't thank me now, we haven't had any fun yet."

Quinn doesn't want to even think about what Richard has planned, but the look on his face tells her that she'll probably be embarrassed by it.

The music plays up again as the crowd lights dim even more. The deep red curtain of the stage opens up and a woman dressed much like the others, except she is donning a miniature top hat and dress coat over her corset.

"Welcome to the show tonight! Here at Bordeaux…" The woman who called herself Miss Betty Rose introduced each of the dancing girls as they showed off their moves on stage.

The song increased in tempo and the girls stepped off stage to dance throughout the audience. Quinn is entranced by the beauty of these girls, partially still covered up, yet sexier that way.

She is also impressed by their moves, she momentarily feels a little jealous of them. They get to dress up, put on lots of makeup and do dance routines for money. She would be so good at this, it isn't exactly stripping, and she would never ever date a customer. It's all about the teasing…

Quinn looks around, the girls come towards her table, she had forgotten that Rich and Zack were even here. The redhead from earlier, named Ivy, comes over to her, waving a feather boa. She spins Quinn's chair around and gives her a short lap dance. Upon closer inspection, she looks a lot like Evan Rachel Wood, which is a major plus in Quinn's book.

Richard places a hand on her shoulder as he mouths 'Sorry' to her. Then Ivy pulls her up from her seat and leads her towards the stage.

After the song ends, Miss Betty Rose welcomes Quinn on stage to roaring applause from the crowd.

"So, I hear it's your birthday today, pretty lady. May I ask how old you are turning?"

Quinn reddens, she normally isn't shy on stage but the catcalling from the men in the audience is something she has never experienced. She has to admit, she kind of enjoys the attention, regardless of the gross shout-outs from some of them.

"I-I'm turning 19." She replies meekly.

The audience erupts into loud cheers along with a gasp from the host.

"Jail-bait! But don't worry, most of my girls are too. They'll show you a good time…sorry, I didn't ask your name,"

"Quinn,"

"Well Quinn, my girls are all available at your disposal tonight, now get back to your seat and enjoy the rest of the show."

The audience applauds and cheers her off stage and Quinn can feel herself begin to sweat.

"I cannot believe you just did that! What else am I going to be subjected to tonight?" Quinn berates Richard after punching him in the arm.

All he does is shrug at her and then returns his gaze to the girls dancing on the stage. Zack can barely contain his laughter, he mouths 'Your face' as he points at her. Quinn shakes her head and turns back to the stage just as a new song starts.

This time the girls actually sing! And it's live! She wants to be one so bad now, and they all have such cute names. She zones out as she wonders what hers would be.

She is snapped out of it when she feels someone touching her. It is one of the girls, who blows her a kiss and gives her a wink before continuing through the crowd. Every single one of them stopped by her seat one by one to either blow her a kiss, graze her body in some fashion, or sit on her lap. Quinn really loves this place.