Chapter 4

Over the weekend, the reality of what had happened on Friday night crashed down on Quinn. She had gotten a lap dance from a stripper…and enjoyed it. In fact, 'enjoy' didn't really seem to cover it. What word covered the most eye-opening, mind-blowing and scary moment of your life? As she got ready for school on Monday morning, she decided that she had to talk to Santana about everything she had been analysing over the weekend; after all, she was the one that got her into this mess in the first place.

They didn't have any classes together on Monday, so Quinn had to wait until glee after school to talk to her friend. But that didn't matter; Quinn was distracted all day anyway. It seemed that after her performance from Kandi, Quinn didn't have a problem leering at girls who walked down the corridors. Countless times today she caught herself staring at various girls. In first period Quinn noticed that Alicia Fitzgerald had incredible legs. She found herself wondering what it would feel like to have those legs wrapped around her waist as she hovered above the other girl. In second period she discovered that Emma Moore had spectacular breasts. In third period she caught herself staring at Miss Parkinson's lips. At lunch Quinn kept her eyes glued to her food, she didn't want the rest of the glee clubbers to catch on to her sudden obsession with female body parts. In fourth period she noticed Alexandra Owen's ass and had to literally tear her eyes away from it. By the time she got to fifth period with Rachel, Quinn had been staring at girls all day and was becoming a little less freaked out by this tendency.

Rachel was sitting in the row in front and two seats to the left of her which gave Quinn the luxury of staring for as long as she wanted to. Rachel had amazing posture and due to her abnormally straight back, her breasts looked larger than they actually were, not that Quinn was complaining. Rachel had also crossed her legs, which gave Quinn the opportunity to salivate over the muscles flexing in Rachel's legs every time she swapped legs to cross on top.

The more Quinn stared at Rachel, the more fantasies flashed through her mind. She would have given anything at that moment to push Rachel onto the desk in front of her, tangle her fingers in her hair and kiss the living daylights out of her. Reality, however, served as a cold shower. Quinn didn't know what was happening with Rachel and Finn, but she knew that no matter what the two said, it probably wasn't over between them. Also, while Quinn was starting to accept that she may have a little, or not so little, crush on Rachel, that didn't mean she was ready to do anything about it. She really needed to talk to Santana. Finally, the bell to signal the end of the day rang and Quinn hurried off to glee.

The second she walked through the class room door she zeroed in on Santana. "I need to talk to you. Now."

"Wow Quinn. Keep it in your pants. I haven't done anything to piss you off!" Santana had a general idea of what thoughts were flying through Quinn's head right now, but she wanted the former cheerleader to admit it out loud and stop hiding.

"You know exactly what you did! You took me to…that place." Quinn hissed out.

"What, the strippers?"

"What the strippers?" Quinn mimicked. "Of course the freaking strippers!"

"What's wrong with that? You enjoy it a little too much? Got you wetter then you thought it would?"

"What? No! Santana! Why do you have to be so crude?"

"It's the truth though. I bet you went home and fucked yourself to sleep." Santana smirked.

"What the hell is wrong with you? I'm freaking out and you're making this into a joke. I couldn't sleep all weekend because of YOU."

"Yeah, I bet you couldn't sleep all weekend. Has your hand been cramping at all today? I'm curious though, when you were touching yourself, were you thinking about the stripper who took your lap dance virginity, or Berry who you've been staring at for years?"

Quinn's mouth dropped open and she couldn't find the words to deny anything. How could Santana have known all these years without saying something? Why hadn't she used this information to bring Quinn down when she wanted to be head cheerleader?

"I don't get it. Why haven't you used this against me?"

"Q, I understand what you're going through. I went through the same thing. It's scary. I didn't want to shove you out of the closet. That's why I took you to the strippers. I figured it would help you figure some things out for yourself. If you want, maybe we can go back and get you another lap dance…maybe from a short brunette this time?"

Before Quinn had a chance to respond, Puck appeared out of nowhere.

"Sorry ladies, couldn't help but overhear. We all know that when the word 'stripper' is mentioned, I have to get involved. Are we taking my baby mamma to the strippers? Sounds like my type of party!"

Quinn groaned, embarrassed that more people seemed to be finding out about this.

"No Puck! We weren't talking about strippers. Santana was just being stupid."

"Yeah whatever. I know that you have the hots for Berry too by the way. I only want to help!"

"What? Why the hell would you think that?"

'Come on Quinn. I know you. I know you better than most people know you. And I've seen the way you look at her sometimes. No worries though. She's hot. And you're hot. But let's go to the strippers. I'll buy you a dance or two."

He walked off before she had a chance to protest again. But in all honesty, she was sick of denying it and it seemed like none of her friends had a problem with it. So why not start exploring this side of herself? Santana, who could see that Quinn was warming to the idea, smiled to herself.

"It's settled then. Friday night. Me, you, Britts and Puckerman."

She turned and left Quinn who was now a little excited, even though she wouldn't admit that to her friends just yet.

Well? Wonder if Rachel's going to find out soon...