April Fools
By Sienna Knight
Disclaimer- The only place I own Glee is in my dreams.
Chapter 3
Whenever Rachel did something, she didn't do it half-heartedly. It was in her personality. Whether it be with singing, dancing, schoolwork, or even pretending to be in love with an admittedly terrifying head cheerleader, Rachel vowed to go all out in her endeavor to reach her goal. She thought of this as... an acting challenge.
As she walked into the choir room for Glee Club, she was surprised to see that someone else was there. Which was weird, because she was usually the only one this early. She peeked into the room, and saw Quinn sitting on one of the chairs. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was almost in a meditative state. Rachel tip-toed over to the blonde, careful not to alert the girl of her presence. She slowly snuck up behind the cheerleader and leaned her face close to the side of girl's head.
"Hello, beautiful," she whispered into her ear, her lips only a centimeter away from the blonde. Quinn shrieked in surprise, falling out of her chair and onto the floor. Rachel held in her laughter, but couldn't stop her shoulders from shaking in mirth.
"What do you think you're doing, Berry?" Quinn yelled, glaring up at the brunette. Which wasn't very effective seeing as she was still sprawled out on the floor.
"I'm sorry, did I startle you?" Rachel asked innocently, pretending to be bashful. She looked at her shoes, and shifted around as if she was embarrassed.
"No," Quinn scoffed, crossing her arms. She seemed to realize that she was still on the ground, and quickly shot up. "Your... Berry germs were just infecting my ear and I decided to...um...leap away?"
Rachel smiled at her, taking a step closer. In response, the cheerleader took a step back. The diva just smiled wider at the reaction.
"Oh, Quinn. I can assure you that I do not have germs. In fact, I can prove it to you if you'd like," Rachel said, licking her lips. Quinn's eyes widened in horror, and she stepped back again.
"Uh, that's okay," she squeaked, before clearing her throat. "I-I mean, don't even think about it Man Hands. I don't need to be exposed to a loser like you."
"My hands are anything but manly, Quinn. Actually, I've heard that they're quite feminine and...skilled, if you know what I mean," the brunette said flirtatiously, wiggling her eyebrows for effect.
"I-I-I," Quinn stuttered, looking around frantically. Luckily, she was saved from a response as Tina, Mike, and Kurt walked into the classroom, chatting away. When they saw Rachel and Quinn, they froze, taking in the two.
"Did we interrupt something?" Kurt asked, much to the horror of Quinn.
"No!" She shouted, crossing her hands and pouting cutely. She huffed to her seat, sitting down in annoyance. Kurt raised his eyebrows, before turning to look at Rachel. She just ignored him, and turned her attention to Tina. The girl was wearing a bright pink blouse and flowery skirt. Rachel did a double take, taking in the goth's clothes in shock.
"What are you wearing, Tina?" She asked in disbelief. She didn't even know the girl owned anything that wasn't black or gray.
"I had to borrow these clothes from the lost and found because someone," she said, glaring at a now sheepish looking Kurt, "decided to spit his milk on me."
"Heh, sorry," the boy said, rubbing the back of his neck. Tina's glare softened, and the two exchanged a smile. Aww, Rachel gushed. She loved it when the glee members got along. It was a much better alternative to curses being exchanged in anger and chairs being tossed. Although the latter was more reserved for Finn, if anyone. That boy just did not know how to storm out of a room without taking it out on the poor chairs.
"Hi, Rachel," a voice said tentatively from behind her. Speak of the devil. Rachel turned to face the quarterback, looking up to see his face. She smiled at him politely, albeit awkwardly due to the angle of her head. He was incredibly tall compared to her 5'2 frame. Well, he was incredibly tall anyway, but her shortness just added to that.
"Hello, Finn. How are you?" She asked, and he beamed at her in happiness.
"I'm great! I got back one of my tests today for Mr. Malin's class. And I got a B-! That's the first B I've gotten this semester," he cried, producing a test from seemingly out of nowhere. Rachel blinked, staring in awe at the paper before looking up at the ecstatic boy. She squealed and wrapped her arms around him.
"I'm so proud of you," she said sincerely as he hugged her back.
"Get a room. No one wants to see you two dry hump each other," a voice scoffed, and Rachel turned to see Quinn glaring at Finn. She smirked, remembering the plan.
"Don't worry, Quinn. I'll save some for you, too," she winked and the blonde scoffed again. Although her cheeks were slightly more red than they were a few seconds ago.
"Do you want to sit with me, Rach?" Finn asked hopefully. Rachel was about to agree, but happened a glance at Quinn.
"I'm sorry, I can't," the diva said apologetically, and the boy's face fell. She felt a bit bad, but not enough to take it back. She waved goodbye to him and sauntered over to the head cheerleader.
"Hi, Quinn. Fabulous day, isn't it?" She asked, plopping down in the seat next to the blonde.
"What do you think you're doing? You can't sit here," Quinn scowled, and Rachel just shrugged.
"But this seat has such a great view," Rachel flirted, scooting her chair closer to the blonde. Quinn was about to scoot her chair away from the diva, but noticed that she was sitting on the edge of the riser. If she moved away, she would fall off and she wasn't quite willing to do that.
"Can you scoot you chair, please?" Quinn said in annoyance, and Rachel smirked.
"Of course," she said before scooting closer. Quinn huffed, crossing her arms.
"That's not what I meant, dwarf." Rachel decided to change tactics.
"You look very lovely today. Not that you don't look lovely everyday. But I like when you wear your hair down," Rachel said sincerely. Quinn was wearing a baby blue sundress with a white cardigan and flats. Her hair was loose, framing her face in a way that made her look exceptionally stunning. Rachel had noticed before that Quinn was a very pretty girl - how could she not? But looking at her now, without the usual disdain or scorn laced in her features, the blonde was absolutely beautiful.
"Whatever," the blonde huffed, shifting uncomfortably. She turned her head, trying to hide her face from Rachel for some reason. The brunette was about to comment, but Mr. Schue chose that moment to walk into the room. 10 minutes late, of course.
"Hi, everyone," Mr. Schuester smiled, clasping his hands together in a fashion that looked way too enthusiastic for the situation. "Today, it's time for the remaining students to perform their song from Monday's lesson. Puck, Mike? You guys have the floor."
Rachel sighed. She guessed flirting with Quinn would have to wait.
"Thanks Mercedes, that was a great performance," the curly-haired teacher exclaimed, making his way to the front of the classroom. "That's all for today, everyone. Have a great weeke-"
Before he could even finish his sentence, Quinn had shot out of her chair, leaving the room in a haste. It probably had something to do with the fact that Rachel kept playing with the cheerleader's hair and trailing her finger down her shoulder throughout the lesson, despite the blonde constantly shrugging her off. Mr. Schue raised his eyebrows, staring after the cheerleader briefly, before turning back to everyone.
"Anyway, rest up, guys. We have a busy week next week," he said as everyone began to pack up. He smiled one last time before making his way out of the room to presumably flirt with Miss Pillsbury.
"Santana, where do you think you're going?" Rachel called out, causing the latina to stop in her tracks. She turned to face the diva, looking annoyed.
"Home," she said, putting on a 'duh' face.
"No, you're not. You're staying after with me so I can help you with your singing like you asked me to at lunch. I rearranged my schedule for this," Rachel said, crossing her arms. Santana guffawed, looking at her incredulously. She looked around, and, upon seeing that they were alone save for Brittany, turned her attention back to Rachel.
"No, I'm going home. Did you actually think I was going to willingly spend more time with you than was necessary?"
"Well, if you want me to put on the best performance that I can to ensure the success of your prank, I suggest that you cooperate," Rachel said nonchalantly, walking over to the piano. Santana stared after her, before glaring at the girl.
"And if I don't?" Rachel shrugged.
"I'm just saying. I'm the one who determines if your little joke is successful or not."
"And what makes you think that I even care that much about this prank?" Santana scoffed, crossing her arms.
"San, just stay here with Rachel. We can get our sexy times on later," Brittany interrupted, stepping in front of the latina. Santana's gaze softened and she reluctantly agreed with the blonde. Brittany smiled happily at her, wrapping her arms around the brunette. Santana melted into the touch, a love struck expression on her face.
"Whipped," Rachel said under her breath.
"What did you just say?" Santana snarled, snapping her attention back to the diva. Rachel's eyes widened, suddenly fearing her life.
"N-Nothing," Rachel cried, covering her face when the latina broke the embrace and stomped over to the diva. "Not the nose, I need that!"
"Well, let's just see h-" Santana started, her tone menacing as she clenched her fist and advanced on the smaller girl.
"San, don't hurt her," Brittany pouted, and the latina immediately stopped.
"Okay," she replied in resignation, her shoulders slumping forward. Rachel inwardly laughed, but didn't dare show it for fear that this time the latina would actually follow through with murdering her. Brittany waved goodbye happily, and Santana waved back with just as much, if not more, enthusiasm.
"You and Brittany make a very nice couple," Rachel said, before turning her attention back to the piano. She was limited in her knowledge of how to play, but she knew enough to get by.
"Yea, she's great," Santana said, trailing off. "So what was so important that I had to postpone getting my mack on?"
"Well, I figured we'd just go through the scales and take it from there. Maybe see what you could use some work on," Rachel replied, pressing a key and singing out a note.
"Please, my voice is great," Santana said, but sang the note also.
"I agree, you have a very nice voice. You have a natural talent that most people don't have, and that rawness you possess makes your voice sound very powerful and soulful," Rachel agreed, playing the next note and singing out. Santana followed suit and they continued this until they had gone out of the latina's range.
"You're not so bad yourself," Santana said teasingly, surprising Rachel by its lack of malice. "So how's Operation: Freak Quinn the Hell Out?"
"Well, I haven't gotten many chances to talk to her, but from what I see, it's been going pretty well. But I think I want to step up my game. You know, instead of just flirting with her, I want to stare after her longingly, doodle in my notebook and make sure she sees. Instead of being seen like a player who only likes her for her outward appearance, I want to generally seem in love. After all, it is a love potion," Rachel told the cheerleader, facing her. Santana nodded, agreeing.
"Yea, that would be better. Q's gonna need to believe that you have fallen hard for her. You know what, I have Stretchmark's number. You want it?" Santana asked, reaching into her pocket for her phone. Rachel shrugged and got up from her spot on the piano bench to reach for her bag. She retrieved her cell phone and made her way back to the latina.
"Thank you. I'll be sure to use it whenever I get a chance," Rachel said, pocketing her phone. "Now, let's get back to singing."
Santana groaned audibly, but complied.
"I swear, if you don't stop knocking, I will rip out your- Oh, hey, Tubbers," Santana said, opening up her door. She had been in the middle of...well, doing nothing... when frantic knocking sounded on her door. She had ignored it for the few couple minutes, hoping that whoever it was would just go away and leave her to her lazing around, but they just kept pounding on her door like a maniac. "What's up?"
"Fix her," Quinn cried out, shoving her way past Santana and into the latina's house.
"Why don't you come in?" The brunette said sarcastically, before trailing after the head cheerleader. She had an idea of who the girl was talking about, but she decided to play dumb. "Fix who?"
"You know who!" Quinn shouted, her voice edged with anxiousness. Her normally perfect hair was flinging out of control and the blonde had to keep pushing it out of her face. "Fix Berry!"
"And how do you presume I do that?" Santana asked, crossing her arms. She put a scowl on her face, but on the inside she was laughing her head off.
"I don't know, just do it. It was your stupid love potion that caused her to invade my personal bubble!" The cheerleader began pacing, muttering under her breath like a crazed woman. Santana smirked. This was more fun than she thought it would be. Never in a million years did she think that the blonde would freak out so much over the extra attention. And Berry hadn't even laid it on thick, yet.
"Oh, wow. You guys have already gone that far?" Santana asked innocently and the blonde whipped her head around to glare at her.
"Not that bubble, you pervert," Quinn sneered, before running a hand through her hair. She only succeeded in making it more messy than it already was, adding to her timid and nervous look. "There has to be something. Like an anti-potion or a cure."
"Oh, so now you believe that the potion was real?" Santana asked, smiling triumphantly at the girl.
"You are so infuriating. Of course I believe it now. I've had to endure Berry trailing her hands up and down my spine and through my hair and complimenting me and," Quinn said, trailing off in thought. Santana looked at her for a few seconds before getting frustrated. She snapped her fingers in front of the blonde's face, snapping Quinn out of her reverie. "Welcome back to the land of the living."
"Wha?" Quinn asked, blinking.
"Thinking about having a Berry sundae?" Santana smirked.
"No!" The head cheerleader shouted, more loudly than she would have liked. "That's disgusting, Satan. Don't even suggest something like that. You're going to give me nightmares."
"Uh huh," Santana said, grinning madly. Quinn glared at her, crossing her arms across her chest in a manner better suited for a toddler than a teenage girl.
"So are you telling me that you have no way to reverse whatever spell you put on Stubbles?"
"Don't you mean the spell that you put on Stubbles? You're the one who poured it into her drink," the latina pointed out, raising her eyebrows.
"But it you your idea," Quinn cried, waving her hands around in the air.
"If I remember correctly, which I do, it was your idea to choose Treasure Trail as our victim," Santana retorted. The blonde gave out an annoyed sigh, and put her hands on her hips. Her gaze went cold as she pursed her lips in anger.
"It was your love potion," Quinn said through clenched teeth, getting frustrated with this back and forth between the two.
"Your point?" Quinn let out a strangled sound, her eyes flickering with anger.
"My point is that you have to fix it. Find a solution to this problem or I-I'll," Quinn said, trailing off.
"You'll what?"
"Just please try to fix her, Santana," the girl whispered in resignation, her glare melting away into sadness. Santana was taken aback by the sudden transformation, wondering why the blonde was suddenly so depressed.
"I'll try," Santana told her, and the blonde gave her a weak smile.
"Thanks," the girl said, before putting on a mask of indifference over what had previously been unrestrained sadness. "I have to go, my mom wants me home."
"Okay, later," Santana said, confused by the conversation they just had. She watched as the blonde cheerleader left her home, before shrugging. The girl was probably just upset about a bad grade or something and was taking it out on the Berry situation. Besides, Santana thought, I'm only just getting started.
a/n- Oh my gosh. You guys... oh my gosh. 54 reviews?! For one chapter?! When I saw that, I actually burst out in happy tears. You are the best fandom in the entire world, I love you so much. Every single person who reviewed, favorited, and followed, I love you. I thank you. It's you who makes me want to keep going. I'm still in shock over the response.
But anyway, before I start crying again, let me ask you this chapter's questions:
What did you think of Rachel's and Santana's plan? Why do you think Quinn was so sad?
And yes, there is a reason! It will all be revealed in due time, my lovely readers ;) Anyway, have a super fantastic day and don't forget to review. If you have any extra thoughts/ideas, feel free to PM me or leave contact information in your review. Also, I just made a twitter (I know, I'm so behind in the game), so if you want, follow me. My name is...shockingly... SiennaKnight.
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