Dizziness May Occur

Quinn found Rachel's reaction to her brief career as a Playboy model mildly amusing. She'd never really bought into the whole Playboy family culture. Some girls really thrived in that environment but she had plans for her life that didn't include being known as just another nude woman in the Playboy menagerie.

She suspected once the shock wore off, Rachel would return to her normal self, just like Puck had, though she'd had to resort to threats to keep him from bragging about her to his construction friends.

Sighing, Quinn got up to retrieved her scrapbook from that year from her closet. Maybe showing Rachel what that year had been like would snap her out of her shock.

"Please don't tell anyone," Quinn said, sitting down next to Rachel and putting the scrapbook on the coffee table. "Especially Kurt," she added.

"You have pictures!" Rachel said.

"Yup. Thought you'd like to see them."

"You're not going to go to any awards ceremonies with me, are you," Rachel said, watching Quinn open the scrapbook.

"Imagine the headlines. Rachel Berry escorted by former Playmate Lucy Cue," Quinn said, shaking her head. "What would that do to your reputation?"

"Umm…"

"Exactly," Quinn said.

Quinn had done a lot of soul searching before optimistically submitting photos to Playboy. She'd made a little extra money modeling while doing her Undergrad and Masters but nudes? That was a huge leap for someone with her background. The Playmate test shoot callback had been a big shock.

"I had some sudden unexpected expenses that wiped out the money from my father," Quinn said. "I'd done some modeling, and Playboy was having a contest, so I sent in photos. That and other modeling jobs would have covered my expenses while I finished my thesis."

Rachel nodded, staring at her, like she was some exotic creature.

"I didn't win, but that got me in the door," Quinn said. "Did a couple shoots, but wasn't quite magazine material," Quinn said, shrugging. "Did get a Cyber Girl spot and all that happened. Which led to other jobs. Paid for my PhD."

"But it's you. Naked!" Rachel sputtered. "On the Internet!"

"Doesn't really look like me," Quinn said, weakly. "Much photoshopping. They lightened my hair, darkened my tan, and tweaked other things."

"Who knows about this?" Rachel asked. "That this is you?"

"Puck, Santana, Brittany, Frannie, and Shelby. And now you," Quinn said.

Note: This snippet implies that Quinn makes real money posing for Playboy. But this is a fictional story. According to my research (aka Google-Fu), in the real world only celebrities make good money appearing in Playboy. Official Playmates (however Playboy defines that) make slightly more than pocket change ($25K payed out over a multi-year contract apparently and a bit more for the top Playmate of the year) but Playboy pays very little for most photos they use.