The previous day…

Quinn paid the cab driver and Got out behind Rachel in front of the run down night club. "You know if someone took a picture of either of us here, our colleges would not be happy. It isn't too late to get a cab back home and forget this ever was a thought…"

"You can go. I will be fine," Rachel said. While her words were strong, Quinn could hear the anxiety behind them.

"Fat chance." She sighed and gestured towards the door. "Alright let's get this over with."

Rachel nodded and turned towards the building marching up to the doorman who let them in without even asking for an ID. Quinn followed Rachel to a table close to the exit and scanned the room for Amy. She didn't immediately see the girl and was about to tell Rach it was time to go, when the music shifted and the girl came out on stage. She had on a full face of makeup and was wearing far fewer clothes than Quinn was used to, but it was her.

Rachel started discreetly taking pictures, but Quinn thought that Amy was looking a little sad and run down. "Are you good? Did you get what you needed?"

"What's the rush?" Rachel asked, clearly enamored with the new environment.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Quinn hissed.

"We're already here. You've already done the 'bad' thing." Rachel said, air quoting the word bad.

"It doesn't work like that." Quinn said exasperated. "Let's go."

"Do you think they will let us order a drink?" Rachel asked, ignoring Quinn's anxiety.

"Rach…move your ass." Quinn said, starting to stand. She looked over to the stage and caught Amy's eye. She didn't miss the flicker of horror on the girls face before she forced it back into a mask, and in an instant the reality of the moment came rushing to her. She blushed in shame at what her and Rachel were doing, and looked down at the table. "Come on Rae…"

"She already saw us Quinn, we might as well have it out here instead of waiting until tomorrow. I'm going to grab a drink, do you want one?" Rachel stood up, as Quinn sunk defeated down into her chair. The guilt was crashing into her, and she was finding it hard to breathe.

"No." She said flatly, not looking up from the table. They shouldn't be here. Rachel came back a moment later with a cranberry and vodka and sat down. "You need to delete those photos."

"Are you crazy?!" Rae asked, shaking her head. "That's not happening."

Quinn's eyes darted around the room to all of the people in it. Her eyes lingering on a few of the girls faces. "Don't you feel like we are intruding on something…" she grasped for the right word, "very personal and intimate just by being here?"

"Yeah, that's the point…don't you feel like our relationships that she intruded on were personal and intimate?!" Rachel demanded, downing the drink.

"Yeah, but you invited her in. We weren't invited here!" Quinn snapped.

"I knew you hadn't forgiven me," Rachel said, in a tone that made Quinn believe that Rachel expected her to believe that she had done wrong.

"That's not what I said." Quinn said firmly, annoyed with the other girl now.

"Right." Rachel said standing up.

"Where are you going?"

"To the bar to think…" Rachel said, irritated.

Quinn sat picking at the sticky table, waiting for either Amy or Rachel to join her and she wasn't disappointed. About ten minutes later Amy sat down. Quinn's face flamed again with guilt. "Did you like the show?" She could hear the worry under the bravado.

"No." Quinn said truthfully, chancing a look up.

"Why are you here Ivy League?" The gentle question caused Quinn to tear up.

"We're here to…"

"If you don't leave us alone, then we will show the school these photos." Rachel cut in. Judging by her aggression the drink in her hand was probably at least her third.

"Rae…" Quinn hissed.

"Fine, I will kick y'all out of my class." Amy said quickly.

Quinn opened her mouth to object, but again Rachel cut in. "No, Santana and Britt will see through that. You need to quit your job at the gym."

"I need that job to help pay for school!" Amy objected.

"Do you?" Rae asked, spilling the drink as she pointed aggressively at Amy. "This looks like a pretty nice set up."

"The goal is not to work here, obviously." Amy said this time her face flushing. Quinn wasn't sure if it was with shame or anger, probably a little of both.

"I don't care…do you want these pictures out or not?" Rachel asked.

"Fine." Amy ground out. "But you need to delete them."

"Fine." Rachel agreed. Handing off her empty glass to a waitress who had just walked by.

"I will let the gym know tonight." Amy told her. "I need to get back to it." She stood to leave, but Quinn reached out and touched her hand.

"I'm sorry. I'm not sure why I'm here…" Quinn started.

"you aren't going to find absolution from me." Amy said coldly before walking off.

"See," Rachel said triumphantly, "She's a bitch…"

"I need to get out of here, are you done?" Quinn asked, standing again.

"Yeah, let's go home! Our work here is done!"

"Great." Quinn said sarcastically, she got a cab for them. The whole way back Rachel attempted to justify their actions, and Quinn sat next to her wordlessly. When they got home and no one was in the living room, she hoped that S and Britt had gone out. She was a little disappointed to see San in their bed, studying.

"Hey trouble, where were you? I texted and you didn't answer…" San said, looking up from her book.

"I just went out to run an errand with Rach." Quinn said, reaching for her towel that was hanging off the back of the desk chair.

"You didn't leave a note either, that's not like you…" San pushed, closing the book.

"I'm sorry, S. It was a last minute decision." Quinn tried, and failed, to keep the irritation from her voice.

"Okay, well next time, please let me know your safe. I worry about you constantly." San told her opening back up the book.

"I will, I promise. I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to shower and hit the hay…"

San's eyes traveled down to her watch, nothing that it was only 730. She took in Quinn's tense body in full for the first time. "Do you want to go for a run together?"

"Not really." Quinn said, not trying to mask the irritation this time.

Santana's eyebrow rose at that, "excuse me?"

"I just said I was tired, why would I want to go for a run?" Quinn snapped.

Santana took a deep breath. "Is there a reason that you are begging for a spanking right now?"

"Just bored I guess…" Quinn honestly wasn't sure what her problem was, but she knew that she had crossed a line.

"First and final, Quinn." S told her.

Quinn knew that meant first and final warning before a spanking but the guilt in her couldn't help but push. "You're totally right, I'm the asshole for not wanting to go on a run. Do you want me to grab our shoes?"

"I think a shower and a nap sound like a great idea…" San told her. "I'm going to the living room to give you some space. Come and get me when you want to talk."

Quinn followed S out. She went into the bathroom and slammed the door, waiting for Santana to come, but she didn't. Quinn turned the water on, stopped down and sat in the shower and cried. Every part of her felt dirty for what they had done.