April Fools
by Sienna Knight

Disclaimer- I don't own Glee. Not even a little bit.

Santana forcibly yanked the smaller brunette into a classroom, shutting the door behind the two. Just for the hell of it and because being evilly dramatic was right up her forte, she slowly locked the door before turning to face the terrified girl. She put on her best smirk, reveling in how easy it was to intimidate the diva.

"Um...h-hi, Santana. Is there a-anything I can do for you?" The girl choked out, wincing at how weak her voice sounded. She let out a shaky breath, trying to remain calm.

"Hello, Berry," the cheerleader said, the edges of her mouth quirked up in a maniacal smile. Rachel gulped up at her, not sure what was happening. Momentarily, she panicked, thinking that the latina had finally snapped and was going to kill her. She hoped that it would be quick and painless, but knowing the cheerleader, she would be tortured first. What a way to go. "Now I bet you're wondering why I brought you here."

Rachel nodded slowly, not trusting herself to speak again.

"Well, I have a bit of a proposition for you," Santana told her, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What c-can I help you with?" Rachel asked her nervously.

"I'm in need of a bit of assistance," she began. "Now, as you know, yesterday was April 1st."

"Um, yes," the diva responded cautiously, nodding her head.

"Well, Man Hands, you should know that I pride myself with being a master of manipulation. Now, yesterday was April Fool's Day. Normally, I don't go for such idiocy, because let's face it, that day's lame. Only losers," she said, eyeing Rachel in a way that made her shift uncomfortably, "try to one up each other on that day. However, Tubbers decided it would be a good idea to put red food coloring in the showerhead after cheerios practice. First off, only morons fall for that. Second, even if she did manage to dye my hair red, I'd rock it because I'm hot. And third, who the hell does she think she is trying to prank me?"

Rachel continued to nod, lost as to how this affected her.

"That's where you come in, Treasure Trail," Santana finished, smirking again.

"I don't mean to be rude, but how does that have anything to do with me?" Rachel asked, confused by the overload of information that the cheerleader was throwing her way. Santana rolled her eyes in annoyance, scowling.

"I was getting to that, RuPaul," she scoffed, uncrossing her arms and putting her hands on her hips in what Rachel thought was a poor imitation of Quinn's all-too-famous HBIC pose. "Fabgay needs to learn a thing or two about the food chain. Let's say I'm a smart and sexy wolf who rules over the rest of the animals in this school by simply baring my teeth and being ridiculously awesome. In this little scenario, let's say that Quinn is a lamb. A stupid and arrogant lamb that thinks she's smart. Now, what happens when the naive little lamb tries to attack the big, badass wolf?"

"The wolf eats the lamb?" Rachel asked, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Did anyone at this school know how to talk without using poorly thought out metaphors? Santana has been spending way too much time with Coach Sylvester.

"Bingo. So now that Bottle Blonde has decided to prank me, it's time for me to show her just who wins in this fight to stay alive," Santana states smugly, as if she had already destroyed the blonde. Rachel cleared her throat, still thoroughly confused.

"And you need me because?" Rachel questioned yet again. Not that she was one to talk, but people seriously needed to cut their long-winded explanations and get to the point. Rachel was missing AP Physics for this... on second thought, the latina could spend as much time as she wanted.

"Will you quit interrupting me, Dwarf?" Santana snarled, her eyes glinting maliciously at Rachel. The diva mentally laughed at how much the cheerleader did actually resemble a wolf at this moment. "Now, pranking someone of April Fool's Day is too predictable. Instead, you wait till they think they're in the clear, before attacking them with your genius."

Rachel raised her eyebrows. Wasn't that defeating the purpose of April Fool's Day, then?

"Here's what is going to happen. We're going to wait a day, then we're going to convince Quinn that I bought a real love potion-"

"Wait," Rachel interrupted, knowing that by doing so she was putting her life at risk. When the cheerleader didn't immediately attack her, the diva continued. "I seriously doubt that Quinn would fall for something like that. She's not stupid, she's going to know that you didn't really buy a love potion. Only someone as daft as Finn would believe you were serious." Rachel was surprised when Santana not only seemed as if she wasn't going to begin verbally assaulting her for interrupting, but also looked slightly amused.

"That's were you come in, Man Hands," Santana smirked evilly. "To prove it to my dear Quinnie, I'm going to pretend to slip it into your drink. I'll tell her that the first person you see you will fall madly in love with. And the first person that you will glance at after taking a sip of you're spiked drink will be our stupid little lamb, Quinn."

Rachel's eyes bulged out of her head, wondering if she heard the latina correctly. She sputtered, trying to speak, but for once in her life, she was speechless. Well, maybe not speechless.

"What? You-What? I-I...and Quinn? Pretend t-to...? What?" Rachel spewed, much to the annoyance of Santana. "Let me see if I understand. You want me to...pretend to fall madly in love with...Quinn. Notorious ice queen who could and would break me in half if I so much as looked at her funny?"

"Did I stutter?" Santana rolled her eyes. "Yes, you will pretend to be head over heels for her, obnoxious argyle and all."

"I can't do that!" Rachel said frantically. "Quinn will murder me. And what do you hope to accomplish with this?"

"You will annoy Quinn by being clingy and touchy and complimenting her and being as disgustingly annoying as you were when you were shacking up with Finnept."

"I never shacked up with anyone!" Rachel shouted in indignation, crossing her arms and pouting slightly. "I don't see what I gain from this. Not only will Quinn humiliate me, but I'll be publicly ridiculed even more so than I already am!"

"In return for your...services, I'm going to give you a free pass. No more slushies or dumpster dives. People will have to answer to me if they try to bully you in any way."

That did sound a bit tempting but... No, she would not do it. This was Quinn. If she even tried to compliment her, the cheerleader would probably punch her in the face. Or send one of her little minions to do it for her.

"I'm sorry, Santana. But I cannot accept. Find a new way to torture Quinn," Rachel said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. Santana let out a quick, horribly evil-sounding laugh that sent tremors of fear down her spine.

"I tried playing nice, loser," Santana said, her voice calm and eerily similar to that of a serial killer. "I gave you a choice, but now I'm telling you. You will do what I say, or you will suffer the consequences."

"But I can't do this! I will be humiliated, and I have nothing to gain. I've survived high school so far, I don't need a free pass on bullying," the diva cried out. The cheerleader suddenly shot forward, stopping only when her face was directly in front of Rachel's. She sneered at her, her eyes boring holes into the diva's. The shorter girl took a step back instinctively, suddenly feeling incredibly intimidated.

"I assume that you like to live. Do as I say, and you shall continue to do so. Don't, and...well, I'll let you use your imagination."

Gulp.

"I-I-I...Fine," Rachel said in resignation, slumping her shoulders forward. She was already at the bottom of the social ladder, what's the worst that can happen now? Besides, a free pass didn't sound that bad. Santana smirked at her triumphantly, already seeing the effects that her plan will have on the head cheerleader's mentality. This would be fun. "How long will I have to do this?"

"Just long enough for Barbie to be driven mad by your attention. After that, I will 'cure' you or something equally stupid," Santana said with a shrug. She hadn't really thought that far ahead. She was just looking forward to seeing Quinn's reaction to the 'love-struck' Berry.

"I still don't think that Quinn will be gullible enough to fall for this."

"Well, then you just have to make it really convincing, now don't you?" The brunette asked in annoyance. The diva was seriously ruining her mood with her logic. "Besides, she'll have to believe me if you of all people suddenly start trailing her like a lovesick puppy."

"I don't know about this," Rachel trailed off, still thinking this sounded incredibly ill-thought out. Santana just scoffed at her before turning on her heel and walking to the door.

"I'll text you the exact details later, Smurf," the latina told her, unlocking the door and swinging it open. Rachel looked at her in confusion.

"How do you have my number?" Santana paused for a second, before turning back to her with that creepy smile that she seemed to have perfected.

"I have my ways." Rachel didn't like the sound of that, but she dismissed it. She watched as the cheerleader left, leaving her alone to her thoughts.

...What did she get herself into?

a/n- So...yup. Tell me if I should continue it in the comments :) Reviews make my day! :D Also, after every chapter, I will ask one or two questions for the readers, to keep you guys involved. So today, these are my questions:

Do you think Quinn will fall for the prank? How do you think she will react?