Prompt: Magic

Author: Alex Gold (Ryzlin)
Fandom: Glee
Pairings: Brittana
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I would like to though.

Santana had had a lot of time to think of what she would do to Rachel if she were a witch. Mainly because all the time she would have spent with Brittany was spent alone. Rachel had made a comment about Elizabeth Montgomery, and Brittany had asked who she was. Cue three hours of Bewitched. That was only the beginning. There were two hundred and fifty four episodes to watch, and Brittany wanted to watch them all. Luckily, Rachel had them all. Well, 'luckily' was a relative term. Rachel didn't think it was lucky when Brittany rang her doorbell at five in the morning each day before school to watch more episodes. Rachel had offered to lend Brittany the videos, but Brittany didn't have a VHS player. By Friday, Rachel was dead on her feet, but Brittany was a chipper as ever.

Brittany didn't go around on Saturday, because Saturday was Cheerio practice day. Rachel knew this, and had taken the opportunity to sleep in. She had expected Brittany on Sunday, and had even gotten up early to greet her, but the blonde never came. Rachel had no idea that this had to do with Brittany not getting to sleep until four that morning after a rather strenuous sex marathon. Santana had missed her sweet lady kisses that week.

When Monday came, Brittany was at Rachel's front door at five am again. This time Rachel opened the door, but didn't let Brittany in.

"No. I'm not going to go through another week of this. It is wearing me out and negatively effecting both my performance in Glee and academically. This is unacceptable, and thus I must terminate this activity. I'll see you at school, Brittany."

Rachel slammed the door shut and ignored all the knocking and door bell ringing Brittany did.

xxxxx

When Rachel got to school that day, she was met by Puck in the car park.

"Hey, Hot Jew Princess! I know you have this whole 'perfect attendance' thing going on, but you might want to call in sick today."

"I fail to see why I would want to destroy my perfect attendance. There really isn't any reason for me to, Noah."

Puck shrugged and started to walk away.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

xxxxx

The first incident that occurred was at her locker, or rather wasn't at her locker. Everything from her locker had been removed, including the door and the inside had been filled with expanding foam.

The second problem was that all of the chairs she normally sat at in classes were missing. Which was quite amazing as one of her classrooms had the older desk with chairs already attached.

The third incident didn't happen until after the school day had finished and Rachel was heading to Glee. She had known from Quinn that there had been a halt on all slushie facials for the day, which was why it took a minute for her to understand what had happened when Rachel opened the choir room door. A large bucket, filled to the brim with multiple flavours of slushie had fallen on her head. Rachel gasped as the flavoured ice slid down her top and soaked into her skirt. She heard a soft giggle, and turned to Brittany. Rachel was going to yell at the blonde about how this wasn't funny, but she realised that Brittany hadn't even noticed her. She was too focused on trying to wiggle her nose along with the Elizabeth Montgomery projected onto a white board. Rachel didn't really think for one second that Brittany was responsible for the slushie shower, but she could guess who was. She turned and found herself in front of most of the Glee club. Santana stood off to the side, smirking at her evilly with a towel draped over her shoulder.

"I told you to go home sick." Puck said while trying not to laugh.

"Santana! I thought the Glee club and Cheerios had reached an understanding and that…"

"Shut it, Hobbit. This has nothing to do with Glee. Rule one of McKinley; don't make Brittany cry. You broke that rule. I went easy on you this time, Berry. Break it again, and I'll break you."

Santana moved forward, using a finger to push Rachel away from the door. She pulled the towel off her shoulder and shoved it at Rachel.

Santana hissed in Rachel's ear so that no one else would hear. "I will ends you if you make her cry again. I don't care if you're fucking Fabray or not."

Carefully avoiding the slushie spill, Santana made her way into the choir room.