Hi guys, here is part two of the prank-day. I promised you Rachel would find out this was all Quinn's idea and she does! In fact Quinn has got a special revenge planned for her ignorance the past week as well so..

On with the story!

I snickered as I entered the classroom first. The old stuffed man didn't know where he had it when I sat down in my typical corner furthest away from him for once without reeking of cigarettes. I nodded at him quickly and stared out the window with a fake smile. I could feel his confused stare flicker from me to the door to my feet who were happily seated under my desk, instead of lying draped across it. I peeked at him from the corner of my eye and saw the smug smirk appear on his face. Let him think he's in the win; it's when they get most comfortable. He had no idea what he was in for. Slowly the girls and boys filtered in, all going to sit where they usually sat without any suspicion. They had no idea I was about to make sure this lesson would be one of the most memorable they'd ever had of him. My smile turned into a smirk and I watched as the jocks rushed in late and sat down next to their girlfriends or best mates. Mr. Grumpypants cleared his throat and everyone grumbled in response as their eyes shifted to the front. He took up a piece of chalk and made his way to the board. I sat at the tip of my chair in anticipation. And surely my dreams came true. As he attempted to write something on the blackboard his piece of chalk went every other way except the way he wanted it to go. He attempted again as snickers began to resound in the room but to no avail. He had another go at it but this time he pushed down so hard on the chalk it went flying out of his hand and he lost his footing. He slammed with his face against the board and everyone erupted in laughter. He attempted to hoist himself off but his hands couldn't find a place to hold and he slid unceremoniously to the flour with his ass in the little bucket of water, used to clean said black board. The sound of loud laughter and snickering filled the room and I grinned. Seems the idea of Vaseline of a blackboard did deliver. Oh, how much use Vaseline had for pranks! I had put it on the iron shelf underneath as well so when he would try to grab it or something on it, it would always slip out of his hands. I hadn't expected him to drop into the little bucket but I wasn't about to complain. Santana looked at me through her tears of laughter and Britt was smiling to Kerry and telling her all about slippery accidents she had one time when Lord Tubbington let the bath overflow with water.

As the poor man attempted lift himself up and get his ass out of the bucket – which he couldn't because due to the pressure of which he had fallen in it he sort of created a sucking vacuum in there – people were cheering and yelling at him. When they attempted to get up though the funniest of things happened. I heard loud ripping sounds, like fabric being torn apart and indeed when I looked up seven of the jocks stood there with their cute little boxers on display and their jean pants stuck to the chair. Several girls had the same issues with their skirts as they attempted to gently try and pry themselves loose. I already knew it would be to no avail, I used the best super glue the hardware store had to offer and it was useable for all sorts of fabrics and textiles. They weren't getting their asses off unless they introduced them to a little bit of fresh air. Santana attempted to help them without laughing but she couldn't stifle some of the choked sounds coming from trying to prevent it.

"OMG HELP ME!"

"I can't get it off!"

"That was my favourite skirt!"

"Look at Sam he wears Avatar boxers haha!"

"Hey watch your mouth Mr. Spongebob! Like you're any better!"

As the bell rang I happily stood up and marched out of the classroom not giving the struggling idiots behind me a glance and strode into the hall looking mighty happy with myself. As I walked to my locker I could hear the shrieks of Misses Peterson behind me as she no doubt, saw the chaos in the English classroom. I grinned at her and shot her a wink to which her cheeks went beet red when I shouted the next words at her.

"Why don't you go help them Misses Peterson, we all know how much you like to look at students when they aren't wearing pants."

The entire hallway filled up with people at the same time and they snickered and started whispering amongst themselves again. It was well known along McKinley halls that Misses Peterson often chased some jock. Last year however Karofsky had caught her sucking the dick of Azimio which caused a whole new chaos since Karofsky and Azimio were 'best friends' – which was code for banging each other but not daring to come out – and you can guess it didn't give her the best reputation amongst the other teachers. However Figgins being Figgins couldn't fire her since he had no one able to fill her position. So she had been trying to lay low this year but she never counted on me.

Happy with my handiwork I made my way to second period which was French. For them I had nothing planned but I anxiously awaited the disaster that surely would take place on the other side of the school. And soon enough a girl came storming in through the door. Did I ever mention that Miss Colette also taught Home Ed? Oh I didn't? My bad.

As the girl tried to catch her breath the words tumbled from her lips.

"Ashley are you okay?"

"Miss you have to come help us!"

Calm down Ashley what is going on!"

"We can't turn the washing machines off!"

"What do you mean?"

"We can't turn them off and Kelsey opened one of them and all this water came out but it still wouldn't stop and now the entire classroom is flooding and we can't stop it and"

The girl looked ready to burst into tears, soaked through to her underwear no doubt.

"It won't stop!"

Miss Colette looked appalled at the idea of her precious classroom flooded with soap and water.

"But that isn't the worst part of it! Everyone is slipping and there are so many bubbles! Everyone is trying to get everyone to stay up so we won't drown but we can't manage more than five seconds or another one is slipping on the floor! We don't understand!"

Miss Colette gave us one last look and ran out with Ashley. Curious to see my handiwork I motioned to the class to follow them which I needn't do twice. When we arrived in front of Home Ed we were met with the sight of twenty people spluttering in a mass of bubbles and water. It had already spread to the hall as well. I could see everyone trying to grip something but slipping each time. I had rubbed all the non-slippery areas of the kitchen and benches as well as the floor with transparent soap. It proved to be useful as well as the three double dose of washing powder I had snuck in the washing machines. That and I had unplugged the stop button so it would keep running once set in motion. It comes in handy to read a washing machine's manual sometimes. Especially when you know the Cheerios always make the others wash their clothes as 'practice' in Home Ed. This time their clothes wouldn't look so nice seeing as i addes red coloring fluid into the water reservoirs of the machines as well. Now that you mentioned it, the girl looked a bit pink.

Only Brittany seemed to be having the time of her life as she pranced around soaked in water, playing with the pink bubbles. She caught my eye and smiled happily, mouthing a thank you before continuing to name every bubble that floated her way. As everyone rushed inside to help it only caused more chaos. Figgins came running towards us with the janitor on his heels and i decided that for now they'd have their hands full cleaning up the two class rooms I had helped to destroy.

I smiled in victory and turned on my heel, walking proudly towards my locker in a now empty hallway. As I round the corner I saw two other teachers coming my way, no doubt going to help with the bubble mess I had just walked away from. I stuck my chin out and added a swing to my step. But they were too busy hurrying up to notice the proud smile I wore. Never mind, I would get them later.

As I stood in front of my locker I sighed. Hopefully this would all get enough attention from the teacher so I could sneak off to find Miss Berry for third period. I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and made my way towards the toilets. I snuck in and checked every stall. Good, things were still as I left them. I smiled as I let my cigarette and stood there puffing away. I picked up the bottle in the far off corner when I was done and made my way back out. When I rounded the corner I went to the more popular bathroom in the middle of the corridor. I was happy to see that the out of service sign was still in place. I pulled it off and shoved it under my arm. I took the bottle with me and started to spray.

Once I was happy with the amount of deodorant I'd sprayed in the room. I closed the door behind me and threw the bottle in the trash can. Just as I did so, the object of my desire came into view, half drenched. I smiled at her in appreciation of her now soaked white shirt, giving me an enticing view of the red lace bra she was wearing underneath. She saw me standing there with the sign under my arm and raised a pointed eyebrow. Whether she was trying to reprimand me for staring or for wearing the sign I had no idea. I merely smirked and turned to walk towards the janitor's closet. I heard an indignant huff behind me. I knew the ignoring tactic would work since i had been lavishing her with attention the week before, trying to get her to talk to me. I walked slowly swaying my hips and the sign happily in my arm. When she noticed how I wasn't drenched or my ass wasn't on display I heard her heels clicking behind me. Oh, and she was going damn fast too. I marched a little quicker, knowing she'd have figured it out by now. Miss Berry was smart and she knew me all too well so the smirk and the fact that I tackled two of my most hated teachers/classes couldn't be a coincidence. Especially seeing me coming out of the previously closed bathroom carrying the sign and looking smugly the way I did were clear signs that I was up to something. Never mind the pranks I had pulled on the Cheerios early this morning. I was clearly targeting the ones that I held a grudge against.

"Quinn Fabray!"

Oh there it was. My name sounded so special coming from her lips, even in an angry shout. I merely ignored her and walked at a faster pace towards the janitor closet. Almost there.

"Miss Fabray!"

I chuckled at that. It was a poor attempt to rile me up and get me to turn around and so I ignored her once more and closed the distance between myself and the yellow door a couple of steps ahead. As my fingers curled around the cool steel of the door handle I could almost smell her flowery perfume already. I sighed and turned to look at her angry, beautiful face coming toward same at a rapid pace. Damn for such short legs she was sure fast.

"Quinn!"

I smirked at her and opened the door to step inside when suddenly she was in my face and a hand curled around my bicep. I reacted on instinct as I heard Figgins yell from somewhere after her and I pulled her in the closet with me. I pushed her against the closed the door and muffled her protests with my hand as I pushed my body fully into her. I stared her straight in the eyes, willing her to be silent but it seemed her voice had died in her throat when I had molded myself against her. I could feel her nipples harden against my own and her eyes widened not just in surprise but also darkened with lust. I smiled wickedly and held a finger against my lips when I heard Figgins pass the closet. Luckily he hadn't seen us fleeing in here. When his shoes resounded far in the distance I let my hand drop from her mouth but I refused to back away. She held silent for a second before her mouth opened in an angry retort.

"Now what the hell do you think you're doing Quinn?"

I merely smiled and pressed my lips against her. I felt her struggle against it and refusing to kiss me back but I didn't let the rejection sting as much as it could have. When I pulled back I tucked a strand of her luscious brown locks behind her ear and saw her expression soften.

"Quinn! You're risking your future here! I know it's you who is behind all the chaos today!"

I smirked happily at her.

"I should've known this morning when Santana gave me a wink and then when I saw Brittany coming out of Home Ed. She told me to thank you when I finally saw you."

I raised an eyebrow in response.

"She loved the bubbles."

I smiled and nodded.

"Are you going to talk?"

I shook my head in the negative and she looked confused at it.

"Why not?"

I shrugged and kissed her hard again. This time she allowed her lips to mesh with mine as the kiss grew heated. I pinched her nipple through her shirt and used the gasp she made as an opportunity to shove my tongue deep in her waiting, hot mouth. We both moaned at the reunion of our tongues as my hand fully palmed her breast and started kneading the soft flesh through her shirt. She whimpered against my mouth and I pulled away to place kisses alongside her neck. She arched her back off the door and into me. I bit down harshly on her shoulder as punishment for avoiding me. I soothed the sting with the flat of my tongue and kissed it lightly before continuing my journey.

"Oh Quinn, oh."

Her moans and husky voice sent me on overdrive and as much as I wanted to say things to her I held my breath. I was angry for doing this to me, for making me resort to drastic measures just to get her to look at me, to get her to interact with me. I wasn't going to lavish her with compliments on how beautiful she was or how much I wanted her. But that didn't mean I couldn't show her.

I pulled back enough to let my wandering hands grasp the hem of her soaked shirt and pull it off her toned, wet body. I moaned at the sight of her wet flesh covered in red lace and immediately let my lips taste it. She smelled of lavender, probably the soap they used in Home Ed and I licked my way down the valley of her breasts, pinching both nipples hard before I licked and sucked down her stomach, swirling my tongue in her belly button. She cried out at that and her fingers fisted themselves in my short messy hair. I did it again and was rewarded with her fingernails scraping lightly over my scalp. I let both of my hands fall to her ass cheeks and massaged them through the fabric of her pants. When I came to the buttons of her jeans I looked up at her with lust filled eyes to find hers in the same predicament staring down at me.

I chuckled against her covered pussy which sent another tremor through her delicious body. I opened the button with my teeth and pulled the zipper down in the same fashion. She bit down on her lip hard as she held back a soft mewl. But that wouldn't do. I sniffed her clear arousal and knew that down there I was in the same situation. It would be hard to do this but I knew I'd get another shot at this soon enough.

"Please, please, just – Oh Quinn!"

I nuzzled my nose against her pussy and this time the soft mewl reached my ears as well as the soft thud of her head hitting the door. Her fingers had my hair in a death grip but I pulled them from my hair and held them above her head with one hand. As I straightened myself against her again. I let the other hand make its way down her body like I had down with my lips seconds before. I could feel her muscles tremble with anticipation as my hand went to her ass and squeezed hard.

"Shit Quinn!"

She moaned loudly at that and hadn't even noticed I switched positions until her eyes opened to find me standing with my back against the door. As a wicked glint came into her eyes I smirked evilly back at her. The second her face morphed into confusion at my response I let go of her hands and waist which made her lose balance for a moment. I used said moment to turn around and run out of the closet. I wondered for a second if I couldn't just lock her in there but I figured it would be a bit much. SO I just took off, sprinting down the hall leaving a very confused and aroused Miss Berry in the janitor's closet.

So what did you think? Next chapter we will have the end of her pranks and she will get the detentions she's been hoping for so bad. Ofcourse Miss Berry will be very worried about her recent behavior and she will try to persuade Quinn to stop this foolishness but we all know Quinn. Once she has something in her mind she's going through with it till the end. Ofcourse Miss Berry could always just give in right?

Review guys! It's the crack i need to produce!

Until next time!