"Can I help with the senior prank?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I said so."

"That's not a good reason."

"I don't care."

"Rachel!"

The school year had passed in what Rachel and Quinn thought was no time at all. They were happy in their blissful little bubble (once they got past the stress of college applications and beating Vocal Adrenaline at Regionals), so May arrived before either of them knew what was happening. Rachel was having to finalize the plans for the final prank and prepare for Nationals at the same time, which was difficult enough without Quinn bugging her to be in on the prank.

"Quinn, I already have Santana in on it. Adding you would just be too many people," Rachel tried to explain. They were sitting in the library during their free period, and Rachel was writing in her prank notebook. Quinn had tried to leave her to it and do some homework, but she couldn't.

"And Gabby's in on it," Quinn added. "Two of your ex-girlfriends and you won't let me in?"

"Gabby's not in on it. Gabby's not a senior," she stated, not looking up from furiously scribbling in the notebook.

"Still! Santana's in on it!"

Rachel put the pencil down to look at her exasperated girlfriend. "Because I made a deal with her, not to mention Santana was originally one of us."

"You're infuriating!" Quinn didn't even bother grabbing her books; she just got up and stormed out of the library.

Halfway down the empty hall she found Santana and Brittany making out against the lockers.

"You!" she shouted, pointing at Santana. "You're the reason Rachel won't let me help with the prank!"

Santana reluctantly pulled away from Brittany, looking highly irritated. "You've got your head stuck up your ass if you think I'm why she won't let you."

"Then why? And don't say it's because she has too many people in on it already because that's bullshit."

"Woah, Blondie can curse," Santana said, impressed.

"Shut up."

"Fine. I'll shut up and go back to kissing my beautiful girlfriend and you'll be left in the dark as to why Berry won't let you join."

"San, just tell her," Brittany interrupted.

Santana looked between Brittany and Quinn, who was smirking. She sighed. "Okay, so Rachel has a reputation of being a badass right?"

"I understand that."

"It's part of the explanation so don't interrupt! Anyway, Rachel is a badass and does all these pranks to prove it. She can't let you, with your little flowery dresses and sunshine smile, be in on it because it would ruin her. Everyone would say, 'Oh Rachel and Puck's prank this year was cool, but it would've been ten times more awesome if that nice girl hadn't been in on it. She probably made them hold back.' And Rachel wants to be remembered here!"

"So what you're basically saying is I'm not badass enough?" Quinn asked carefully.

"Yeah pretty much," Santana confirmed. "Can I go back to kissing now or?"

Quinn ignored her question. "Then make me badass. I'm tired of being known as the girl Rachel's just trying really hard to get in her pants."

"Makeover!" Brittany exclaimed, pulling Quinn into a hug. "Kurt's going to be so excited."

It was ten after midnight when Rachel, garbed in all black and face paint, walked into the darkened halls of McKinley.

"Puck, are the security cameras off?" she said into her walkie-talkie. She knew they were. He wouldn't have let her walk in the building with them on, but she had to make sure.

"Yup."

"Including Sylvester's?"

"I cut the power, Rach. They're off." She sighed in relief. They were safe for a little while.

"Santana what's your position?"

"Entering the school from the cafeteria entrance."

"Shouldn't you already be in the hall with me?" Rachel tolerated nothing but precision when executing a prank, especially one of this size.

"I would be, but I had a little unexpected company."

"Sylvester?" she guessed, preparing to run at the slightest hint that the plan was compromised.

"No. Me," said a voice from behind her. Rachel knew that voice.

She turned, ready to shout at Santana for bringing Quinn. Why the fuck would she bring Quinn anyway? They were hardly friends.

Only she was met with someone who was very much not Quinn. No wait… It was Quinn. A very different Quinn, who wore a nose ring and black clothes. A Quinn who had short, bright prink hair.

"Quinn?" she asked hesitantly.

Quinn gave her a half smile. "It's me."

"But what happened? You look… hot." Rachel moved toward her, wanting her lips on Quinn's right that second, prank schedule be damned.

Santana only tolerated it for a second. She forced the two apart. "Don't we have to be somewhere right now?"

"Yeah… Yeah you're right," said Rachel, still very much dazed and unable to look away from Quinn. "Why are you here?"

"I'm helping, and you have no choice in the matter," Quinn replied firmly.

"Well alright then. Let's go," she said, taking Quinn's hand and pulling her along, letting Santana trail behind them. "Blaine, status report."

"All clear."

Rachel smiled. "It's go time."

Quinn shook her head. "No, you can't say something corny like that."

"I can say what I want!"

"And you'll be remembered as the corniest prankster that ever graced McKinley."

"Would you rather me shout something like, 'Let's get this over with so we can go fuck bitches'?"

She smiled, shaking her head in amusement. "You're so crude."

"I love you too."

A/N:

So that's the end! I'd like to, however, add a few notes before we're done with this forever.

Sorry that I didn't expand on the Klaine and Brittana and I guess Samcedes that was in this story. I didn't really know how to defer the attention from Faberry, and I didn't really want to. I was initially going to include the pregnancy scare that Rizzo (Santana in this story) has, but I just couldn't see Santana telling Rachel or Quinn this.

I wanted to put a drive-in movie date after the dance like in Grease, where Rachel would finally try to make a move on Quinn, but when I got to that point in writing it I didn't see the Rachel I'd written as someone who would do that to Quinn. Also I doubt they could find a drive-in movie to go to because it's no longer the 50's.

Sorry if you wanted to know what the big prank was. Whatever I came up with wouldn't have lived up to the hype because I'm not a mastermind like Rachel and Puck. But you should definitely let me know what you think the prank would be!

I tried my best to stick with the general plot of Grease, but Rachel and Quinn had other ideas. Either way, I hoped you liked it. This and Jacob's Maze were a refreshing break from OGAC.