Author's Note: To my Brittana fic followers; I know I'm meant to be working on Pretty Strangers and I am, but I was in a bit of a funk so I decided to participate in Fapezberry Week to change things up a bit and to get my creative juices flowing. I will upload the next chapter of Pretty Strangers this week for sure.
Also, I'm not sure what it's like for American schools but we have 'senior muck-up day' here in Australia, where we're free to pull pranks on the school at the end of our senior year before we graduate. So yeah, that's what this theme is based on.
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the show.
Day 1: Personality Swap
"Lovers!" Rachel called out excitedly as she burst through the bedroom door causing the heads of her two girlfriends to snap up from where they were previously resting, lazing around and doing nothing in particular.
"Hey, Rach," they greeted with a lazy smile from where they lay.
"I have some great news," Rachel beamed as she walked over to the bed and climbed over Santana so she could take her place; in the middle.
"Great news?" Quinn echoed as she and Santana draped their arms across Rachel's middle and rested their heads on their propped elbows, looking down at their girlfriend.
"Yes, I have a plan; a prank before we graduate!" Rachel told them with her 'I-have-an-excellent-idea-and-you-must-help-me' smile.
Santana groaned, "Are you serious?"
"Indeed I am. I believe that in order for us to get the full high school experience, we should participate in the senior prank tradition before we graduate in a little over a month," she said.
"But Tink, no one does senior pranks anymore because no one's bothered to put that much effort into it," Santana whined, "Not to mention it's pretty lame," she finished as Quinn nodded along seriously.
"But I was looking forward to a fun and fulfilling high school experience before graduating and starting a new chapter in New York with my beautiful, loving girlfriends," Rachel said and pulled out the big guns, whipping out her pout and big brown doe eyes.
The girls almost flinched and looked at each other.
"She definitely learnt that from Brittany."
"What are we going to do? I don't want to do a stupid senior prank; it's… well, stupid."
"Yeah but we can't say no to her either, not with that pout being aimed at us."
"We're so fucking whipped aren't we?"
"Afraid so."
"I'm right here you know; I hate it when you two have your silent conversations about me," Rachel huffed and crossed her arms.
The cheerleaders sighed heavily. "Alright, Tink, give us what you got," Santana said.
"Excellent!" Rachel beamed and jumped off the bed and began to relay her idea, "After brainstorming for hours, I have come to the conclusion that we should do a 'personality swap' for our prank."
"Personality swap?" Quinn asked with an arched eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
"I mean exactly what it means; the three of us—," She pointed to all persons in the room, "—are going to swap personalities for a day; that includes everything from wardrobe to speech mannerisms."
"Whoa, wait—," Santana interrupted, "Does that mean one of us has to dress up in your clothes? I love you Tink, but I'm not sure anyone besides you could pull off argyle."
Quinn also looked skeptical.
"Don't be silly sweetie," Rachel said as she walked up to Santana, "You know you could make anything look… sexy," she breathed into her ear and making her girlfriend shiver.
"I, uh—," Santana coughed, "Of course I can," she said.
Rachel stood back up, a satisfied smile playing on her face as Quinn snickered, "Wow, you're so easy to play, love."
"Now, Quinn," Rachel turned to her blonde lover with a mischievous smile.
Quinn immediately shut up and stared at her girlfriend, gulping. "Uh, yes dear?"
"I think you should revisit 'Punk Quinn' for our little project," Rachel said as she trailed her finger up and down Quinn's arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
"What? Really?" Quinn asked, taking her eyes off her lover's trailing finger and focusing on her face.
"Yes, I was particularly fond of your… roughish look and pink-streaked blond hair, even your smoking and overall rebellious image."
"Wait, you want me to start smoking again?"
"Of course not; I wouldn't want you to do something that may be detrimental to your vocal chords and lungs," Rachel said, "I have come up with a way for you to follow your role to the letter without actually smoking."
Santana snorted. "Of course you have, babe."
Rachel ignored her girlfriend's mocking tone and continued. "I have ordered you an electric cigarette; the added smoke generating effects allows you the illusion of smoking a real cigarette without harming yourself."
Quinn thought for a moment; that was a good idea, though her hair was another story, she wasn't sure if she wanted to dye it again. "What about my hair?" she asked.
"Temporary hair dye, it'll come out in a week or so," Rachel supplied.
"I'm not sure…" Quinn said hesitantly.
"I found your punk look to be very… arousing for the few days you had that look; I would love to see it again," Rachel said giving her those bedroom eyes.
"I actually agree with Tink on this, babe," Santana spoke, "You looked smoking hot with your pink hair and punk get-up; I wanted to jump you so badly," she said, looking at her girl up and down.
"Alright, I guess," she agreed, never one to turn down the chance at letting her girlfriends ogle her.
"Excellent, now that we have that settled, we should practise our roles in preparation of this prank," Rachel clapped and smiled.
"Wait, we figured out what our personalities are but we still don't know yours, Tink," Santana said.
"Why, I'll be Cheerio Rachel Berry of course," she said with a seductive smile causing her girlfriends' eyes to immediately darken as they unabashedly leered at her body and causing her to laugh, "Lovers!" She clapped to get their attention, "I take that you approve of my idea, yes? So let us begin rehearsing for our prank," she said and turned to get her bedazzled notebook out of her bag.
The two Cheerios looked to each other; oh yeah, they definitely approve.
Some of the Glee club kids were in the choir room arguing loudly about what may just be the oddest spectacle to have ever happened during their schooling careers.
"I'm serious, it was freaking weird I tell you," Puck started, "I tried to ask Santana if she wanted to go skip study hall and she turned me down saying something like 'just because study hall is not an actual academic class and we may be graduating soon does not mean it does not require our attendance,' and walked off in her penny loafers and tights!" He exclaimed.
"No," Kurt gasped, "Santana would never wear something as unfashionable as penny loafers with tights; just no," he denied.
"That's not even the worst part—," Puck paused for dramatic effect, "When I asked her to skip study hall, I suggested that we go to Breadsticks and she turned the offer down!"
"No. Way," this time Mercedes gasped, "No way would Santana turn down some stix, that just ain't natural."
Before any of them could comment further, Tina power walked into the room looking terrified and sat down next to the group.
"Tina? What's wrong, girl?" Mercedes asked.
"You would not believe what I just saw in the girl's bathroom," Tina said.
"Well? What did you see?" Puck prompted.
"Quinn was in there—with the Skanks," she started, "And she's back to her pink hair and punk clothes."
"Oh, what the hell? Do you think she's going to set things on fire again?" Artie wondered, confused.
"That's not all," Tina continued, "She was smoking as well and even threatened to take my money and shove my head in the toilet if I didn't get out of their bathroom," she finished, trembling a little.
The others were consoling her when Mike walked in, "Guys, you would not beli—," he started but stopped and immediately went to his girlfriend's side when he saw that his girlfriend was upset.
"What's wrong?" He asked, holding her close.
"Santana turned into a Rachel Berry clone and Quinn went back to her punk ways, with pink hair and everything." Puck answered for Tina.
"Wow, okay; I guess you guys might actually believe what I saw on the way here then," Mike said.
"Oh no; what other crazy shit has been going down today?" Mercedes asked.
"I was on my way to the choir room when I saw Rachel and some Cheerios… and slushies," he said.
"What? You saw Rachel surrounded by Cheerios and slushies and you did nothing to help?" Tina spoke up, "I am very disappointed in you Michael Robert Chang."
"No, no Tina, babe," he said, "That's not what happened… I saw Rachel with some Cheerios and slushies but she wasn't getting slushied—she was one of the people holding a slushy," he continued.
"What? So she was just chilling with the Cheerios?" Puck asked.
"That's not really weird Mike, I mean they have gotten friendlier since we won nationals," Kurt said and the others nodded in agreement.
"Yeah they have but here's the thing—Rachel was also wearing a Cheerios uniform and said something about slushying someone," Miked said which prompted gasps from the group.
"No," Kurt gasped again.
"No. Freaking. Way," Mercedes said.
"Rachel would never slushy someone let alone be a Cheerio," Tina said.
"I thought the same but I know what I saw, guys," Mike said.
"Hot," Puck finally added and proceeded to get slapped upside the head by Mercedes.
Before Puck could complain the door to the choir room opened and in strode a chipper Santana Lopez and very much wearing penny loafers and tights much to Kurt's dismay. "Oh my god," he whispered as Puck hissed, "I told you so!"
"Greetings, my fellow Glee clubbers!" Santana said cheerily, "I hope the day has been treating you all well, I can't wait to begin working on our graduation presentation; as you may know by now, I have a folder with as many song possibilities to go with any possible theme that we may have—you can never be too prepared, you know," Santana rattled off as she took a seat, front and center and baffling her fellow club members.
"Satan… you okay, girl?" Mercedes asked hesitantly.
"Why of course, Mercedes!" Santana said, turning around with a huge stage smile, "I'm positively fantastic," she announced, creeping everyone out.
As whispers started up again, a Rachel Berry clad in Cheerios uniform and trademark ponytail sauntered into the room sneering at everyone who looked at her before taking a seat on the back riser.
"Good afternoon, Rachel!" Santana spoke up, "I trust that you've had a lovely day today?" she asked.
"Shut up Hobbit, who said you could talk to me?" Rachel snapped causing the other girl's smile to fall before speaking up, "I'll have you know Rachel, that I am in fact taller than you so that nickname has no effect on me at all."
"Whatever, loser," Rachel said rolling her eyes before examining her nails and ignoring everyone else.
"Did that just really happen?" Puck asked.
"Yeah…" Tina trailed off as the others nodded and stared at the other two girls, wide eyed.
The group looked back and forth between Rachel, filing her nails and Santana diligently writing in her notebook when Mr Schue and the rest of the Glee club came in excluding Quinn.
"Hey guys, ready to brainstorm for your graduation performance?" Mr Schue asked, "Wait, where's Quinn?"
"I think I saw her heading to the bleachers… with the Skanks, smoking," Sam said uncertainly as Finn nodded along dumbly.
"I have told her before that smoking is very detrimental to one's health and she should not risk her vocal chords like that," Santana huffed and crossed her arms.
"Oh shut up Hobbit, she can do whatever she wants, you can't boss her around like you try to with us," Santana sneered.
"Uh… guys, what's going on?" Artie whispered to his friends, "Why are Rachel and Santana acting like, well, each other?" He asked.
"We have no freaking idea but this is madness," Puck said.
"Rach, why are you wearing a Cheerios uniform and acting all like… mean and stuff?" Finn asked.
"Listen up Frankenteen, what I do is none of your business and that goes for all of you as well; stay out of my business afores I ends you—clear?" She demanded, her head cocking to the side, glaring.
"Yep."
"Sure."
"You got it."
Came the many replies from frightened individuals.
"Uh… okay, let's start brainstorming?" Mr Schue suggested weakly.
The rest of the lesson pretty much went the same way as it started; with Rachel flinging insults here and there and Santana almost executing a diva storm out and everyone being generally confused as hell.
Brittany just sat back with a knowing smile all lesson; her friends were funny and she was surprised that the others didn't figure out what they were up to.
The next day, the Glee club sat in the choir room waiting for the girls to show up to see if yesterday was just a very vivid, synchronised dream. They were confused, however, when the girls walked in together in their own clothes and with Quinn this time though she still had her pink hair so they were sure that yesterday was not some vivid dream.
The group just quietly watched as the girls took their regular seats next to each other; with Santana's arm around the back of Rachel's chair, Rachel's hand in her lap and Quinn's and Rachel's other hand interlacing.
Santana, tired of all the staring finally snapped. "What are you losers staring at?"
They hesitated then Puck spoke up, "What the hell happened to you guys yesterday? You guys were acting all weird and shit, like each other and Quinn went and dyed her hair and started smoking again and hanging out with the Skanks and—we're just so confused!" He said exasperatedly, throwing his hands in the air.
Santana rolled her eyes as Rachel and Quinn smiled, albeit the latter a little more subdued.
"It was their senior year prank; they switched personalities," piped Brittany causing everyone to look at her.
"You got it, Britts," Santana winked.
"Prank?" Sam echoed.
"Yep, they pretended to be each other and Q went back to her mean punk girl for a day." Brittany explained.
"So the hair dye?" Kurt questioned.
"Temporary, it'll wash out soon." Quinn answered.
"The smoking?" Tina followed.
"Fake cigarette; it was electronic, I ordered it in preparation of this prank," Rachel said, proudly.
"You still hang out with the Skanks?" Mercedes asked.
"Sometimes, they were pretty nice to me during my week of rebellion at the beginning of the year. We keep in touch and they agreed to help us out on the prank," Quinn explained as the others nodded.
"The clothes that you wore and Rachel's Cheerios uniform?" Puck asked, looking at Santana.
"I swapped clothes with Tink, we're pretty much the same size," she said.
"Rachel, you didn't actually slushy someone, right?" Mike asked.
"Oh no, of course not; I knew you were walking by and said it when you were within earshot, I needed you to spread the news," Rachel smiled.
Puck whistled. "That was one hell of a prank, girls," he said.
"Yeah, wow," Mike said and the others nodded.
"Thank you!" Rachel beamed, "I thought of the entire thing myself and had my lovely girls play along with me," she said.
Mercedes laughed. "You guys have such a modest girlfriend," she said sarcastically.
"We know," Quinn and Santana answered in unison, smiling at Rachel while she explained her detailed plan.
They all quieted down when Mr Schue came in and started talking and brainstorming more ideas for the graduation performance.
Rachel pulled Quinn and Santana closer to her. "You two are definitely getting rewarded tonight for helping me with my little project," she whispered loud enough for only them to hear, causing them to grin.
"I still have your Cheerios uniform…" Rachel trailed off smirking, causing their eyes to darken and leaving them to their imaginations.
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Tomorrow's theme is Hogwarts.
Grilled Cheesus out.