A.N.: I'm sorry I mislead you guys... I got in trouble yesterday. Ended up doing a shitload of dishes till about 1 AM :( One more thing! Some of my friends thought it'd be cool if Quinn had a g!p during her time of the month... Lemme know if you think so and I'll just reconstruct this chapter as I see fit. Anyway, here you go!

Disclaimer: Not mine. :(

When Quinn woke up, she had to adjust her eyes to the dim lighting and the pure dinginess of Puck's windows only to see she was alone in the car. She looked around until bright neon lights flashed in her eyes and illuminated the silhouette of a Puck-like figure walking toward the car. She got out to greet him.

"Puck what the hell are we doing here? What is this place?" Puck grinned.

"This, my dear Quinn, is your 18th birthday present. And, as your unofficial official lesbro, I took it upon myself to make you a man. Figuratively speaking of course." That's when Quinn finally took in the sights. The entire street was filled up with cars and there seemed to be a steady beat flowing out of a building called Strip Teasers. Once she saw the sign, everything clicked for Quinn and she punched Puck in his upper bicep.

"Ow! Quinn that hurt."

"Puck! You asshole! Please tell me you did not bring me to a strip club!" Puck scoffed.

"No! If you have the right amount of money, some of them are more than just strippers Q." Quinn's face flashed with a mixture of emotions until she settled on rage.

"The fuck is wrong with you Puckerman! I just turned 18! I'm not ready for this shit! Why would you bring me here?!"

"Isn't it obvious? One, you needa get laid like ASAP and you've been giving everybody shit ever since Berry announced 'Dirty Dancing' week in Glee Club." Quinn visibly deflated and turned her head to hide her blush.

"Are you implying that I'm sexually frustrated?"

"No, I'm straight out saying it and so is everyone else. Come on, the girl I paid for is only a year older than you and she's smoking hot. Plus, she's a Latina and I know how you have a thing for minorities." Puck wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. He sighed when Quinn didn't react.

"Come on Q, do you really think I'd do this it wasn't necessary? I love you and I'm going to look out for you so just think of this as a personal favor for me. Just meet the girl. You have her until tomorrow so you can read Edgar Allen Poe together for all I care."

"Thanks Puck, it's obvious you put a lot of thought into this gift." Quinn deadpanned. Puck smiled.

"I did. You don't wanna know how many pools I had to clean and how many moms I had to smash for that money." Quinn grimaced pushing open the doors of the club.

Quinn misjudged strip clubs, well at least this one. It was set up in sort of a lounge format and people were handed tickets and just hung out while they waited for their number to be called. Quinn figured there was another room in the back that held all the... workers and their customers.

Puck grabbed her an apple martini and he ordered a gin and tonic from the bar in the corner of the room. Their,well Quinn's, number was 29 and they only waited for about 20 minutes. Puck left with the promise of giving her a ride home while Quinn got escorted to the back area. The escort stopped in front of a room that was slightly out of the way of the second common room.

"You're friend with the mohawk specifically requested this room and one of our finest workers." With an added wink, the women no older than 25, walked out the room that was decorated with the name 'Santana'. She figured she was the girl Puck 'bought' and sat down on a blue ovalish couch that stood out against the off white walls. Just then, the door creaked open.

Quinn's heart sped up and stopped all at the same time. Into the room walked hands down the most beautiful girl Quinn's ever had the pleasure to lay her eyes on. She was a little taller than Quinn but she rationalized it was due to the stilettos the girl had on. Black stilettos clicked against the hard wood floor and drew attention to the long legs doused in fishnet stockings. At the top of those stockings were the tightest short shorts in existence that were unbuttoned. Probably to leave room for the most amazing ass that Quinn got a glimpse of when the door was closed and locked. Next was a tight black tube top tucked into the shorts that seemed to accentuate the already modest bust the tanned skin girl owned. Quinn thought it was funny how the shirt had 'Don't Touch! Unless You Paid For It.' written in red letters on it.

With her eyes traveling upward, Quinn was met with a gorgeous face that held perfect pouty lips professionally covered in ruby red lipstick that are currently being held up in a smirk. Lastly, and what in Quinn's opinion, topped it all off was the silky smooth jet-black hair that framed the girl's face and shoulders in soft waves and inadvertently (purposefully) brought her on lookers' attention back to those full breasts. Quinn felt her mouth go dry and her face flush when she noticed the latina's almost scrutinizing gaze.

"You must be Quinn." the goddess chuckled. Quinn nodded dumbly. "Guess, you don't talk much. I'm Santana. Call me whatever you'd like." Quinn cleared her throat and found her voice.

"Okay. I'm Quinn, but of course you already knew that..." Quinn felt like a loser with the way her body was reacting to the other girl's presence. The girl just smiled warmly and sat down next to Quinn. Close enough that Quinn could see down her top without much effort. The blonde quickly averted her gaze.

"It's okay Quinn. You can look. After all, I'm yours until tomorrow." Santana grabbed Quinn's chin and tilted it towards her to look into the girl's eyes. Flickering hazel met smoldering chocolate and they were internally locked.

Wow, she has the most amazing eyes both girl's thought. Santana was first to break the trance.

"You know, you can kiss me if you want." Quinn needed no more reassurance. She kissed her, softly at first, until both girls got extremely into it. This was when Quinn decided Santana was some kind of goddess of kissing.

Gentle kisses turned into needy nips and sucks as Santana straddled Quinn and placed the girl's nervous hands on her waist. Santana started a trail of sensual kisses from her mouth and over her jawline until she reached an ear flushed in a light pink tint.

"Tell me what you want Quinn, I'm your fantasy."

Yeah, definitely some kind of goddess.

A.N.: Okaay, I'm going to stop this puppy right here to get my thoughts together for chapter 3. As of now I'm thinking of quick short updates to get to the exciting parts faster. What did you think? Should Quinn have a g!p? REVIEW.

Until next time...

TPE