Title: Tunnel Vision

Description: Quinn's family sent her to live with an aunt once they found out she was pregnant rather than just send her out to fend for herself on the mean streets of Lima. She hasn't seen any one since until she ends up in a nice little lesbian bar in Brooklyn where Santana is a cage dancer.

Author's Note: I don't know how long this will be. It is a little random and not too well formulated. Also, I am going to warn you now that Quinn is going to do stuff I think people will find unlikable. Just know that she never got much of a growth experience around her pregnancy so she is a little different. So, I would love to know what you think. Thanks!

Quinn Fabray never went to Brooklyn and when she did go to Brooklyn she never went deeper than Brooklyn Heights and when she did go deeper than Brooklyn Heights it was seeking the kind of reward she couldn't tell her boyfriend about. So, there she was in Williamsburg at a bar called Tunnel Vision, a lesbian bar, with a TA from her seminar class on Magical Realism practically drooling on her neck. The three times she had hooked up with the TA had been lackluster, at best, but it was the day before Thanksgiving and she had nowhere to go. Normally she spent these holidays with her boyfriend's family but they had had a massive blow up earlier in the week and Quinn wasn't about to grovel and beg for the chance to go to Connecticut with him out of loneliness.

"You know this place actually has a killer music scene? It is one of the best clubs in Brooklyn to hear different stuff. Like on certain nights when they do live music and stuff…" Her TA shouted unnecessarily in Quinn's ear.

"Tonight must just not be one of those nights." Quinn said dryly while sipping her Johnnie Walker Blue. Although she had to admit that the music wasn't as terrible most music in most bars. There was a pretty blonde DJ in the corner mixing the music that woman in the cages suspended from the ceiling throughout the room were dancing in. The women were all dressed in tight, form fitting kitschy sixties and seventies outfits that suggested this whole endeavor was supposed to be ironic not arousing.

Everything about the bar was just too Brooklyn, too "hip", for Quinn to concede it any points. It was located in an old warehouse, which gave it a lot more room than most of the cramped dyke bars Quinn had been too but also gave it that sterilized industrial feel that was so popular now and Quinn despised.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world?" Her TA drunkenly slurred in her ear. Yes. Yes, she had been told that many times, so she merely smiled and turned her attention to the cage dancers. And, suddenly before her was a sight that would have made a lesser woman choke on her drink. Quinn didn't choke but she was as shocked as that lesser woman would have been.

Santana Lopez danced before her, well above her, dressed as Barbarella and putting the other dancers to shame. The last time Quinn had seen Santana Lopez she was a sophomore in high school, pregnant and terrified. And here she was dancing her heart out, despite the outfit there was nothing ironic about Santana's performance, and the crowd loved it.

"Yeah, she is hot but I have heard she is a real bitch." TA huffed after noticing Quinn starring.

"No, I know that girl. I went to high school with her. She is definitely a bitch."

"She went to Horace Mann?" TA asked with shocked delight at the idea of a wealthy prep school kid brought down so low.

"No. Before that. In Ohio."

"You're from Ohio? Wait… she's from Ohio? Jesus, I have to go to Ohio."

Santana's turn in the cage was over and she exited to cheers and leers. As Santana made her way to the bar their eyes met and Quinn offered a small smile and weak wave. Quinn had a normal procedure for the few times she had run into people she knew in places like this, which was to hide and deny. But she felt drawn to Santana and, for once, decided not to flee.

"Wow, she is coming over here. Can you imagine how embarrassing it must be to have someone you went to school with know you are some gross cage dancer in a dyke bar?" The TA whispered.

"Hey Santana." Quinn greeted casually ignoring the comments from the girl next to her.

"Quinn? I would say I was shocked to see you here but I always knew you were queer."

"I am not gay." Quinn said quickly ignoring the indignant snort from the girl beside her whom she had recently fucked into oblivion and who didn't have nearly as much girl on girl experience to completely return the favor. "I have to say I am surprised to see you here. I thought you would have your own pole by now. But you will get there."

"Well, you did give me my start. All of those afternoons spent twirling before you in my short skirts. It got me used to leers. Although, I am not sure it is really you. Why don't you show me your stretch marks just to be sure?"

"Fuck you, Santana." Quinn tensed at the clear reference to her pregnancy and balked at the ability of someone else to get under her skin. A rarity.

"Gladly. Come on, Q, give us a hug." Santana smiled and opened her arms and Quinn reluctantly accepted the hug. She was sweaty from the set she had just done but she felt good in Quinn's arms and she knew she would be going home with her tonight. Pulling away she could see Santana knew it too. It was nice to be with someone who got it.

"So, what'd you think? I was awesome right? People come here just to see me you know." Santana had a proud smile on her face and she winked at the bartender who handed her a vodka soda along with an eye roll. She didn't even seem moderately ashamed about her occupation.

"Um… my name is…"

"I don't mean to be a bitch but I am gonna be super honest with you right now. I don't really care what your name is. I will forget it in five seconds and you standing there hovering over my homegirl is making everything real awkward."

"Well, thank God you didn't mean to be a bitch." Quinn quipped but didn't really say anything to defend the girl she came with.

"You are cute enough even if you are aiming way out of your league here. I'm guessing picking up hot girls with family issues right before a holiday is sort of your thing. So, why not pick up one of the dozens of lonely sad girls here who will be eating Lean Cuisines tomorrow and leave me and Quinny here to talk?"

"I am sorry about her. She is just a bitch. But I would like to catch up. I'll see you next week, ok?" Quinn offered a smile to the girl she remembered still had a hand in grading her seminar paper.

"Whatever." Her TA walked away and Quinn forgot she existed the second she went out of her frame of vision.

"Jesus, Quinn. Her? How desperate could you have been? Fight with the boyfriend?"

"Yes." Quinn said simply. "You want to get out of here?"

"Um… I should get changed…" Santana was clearly surprised at the forwardness and faltered. Quinn relished having the upper hand.

"Do you have to? I like this." Quinn ran her hand up Santana's side to demonstrate the "this" she meant.

"Yeah. Yeah… yeah. I can't get it dirty. I'm just going to do that and I will be right back. Don't let that Velma looking weirdo you were with touch you in the meantime."

Quinn just turned toward the bar about to order another drink when she caught the bartender sarcastically mouthing the word "smooth" to Santana.

"So, you know Santana?" The bartender asked as she poured Quinn's Johnnie Walker over ice.

"I used to. A long time ago."

"That's nice. She is the best person I know." The sincerity behind the bartender's words took Quinn aback. The bartender drifted away to help others without giving Quinn the chance to follow up.