After the success of Smurfette Quinn, Santana started plotting her next move. The prank on Tina was easy to figure out, but difficult to execute. Santana recalled a conversation she had with Mike several months ago about the fact that Tina was pretty anal about her things. Mike was pretty sure she was OCD because everything had to be just so.
So it was a simple matter of feng shui-ing Tina's room. Easy, right?
Well, not really, which is why she dialed a certain Asian friend for back up.
"Hey, Wes, I need your help. Think you could rally some troops for me?"
After Regionals, the New Directions and the Warblers somehow managed to become friends, probably because Kurt very nearly insisted upon it. Actually, that's how Rachel found out about Blaine hacking their Facebook accounts; Wes felt guilty.
"Sure thing, as long as it's nothing illegal."
"As long as your definition of 'illegal' is a little loose, then, no, it's not illegal." Santana grinned into the phone; Wes liked a bit of a challenge.
"When and where?"
"My house on Wednesday night, nine o'clock."
"Affimative. How many operatives will you require?"
Santana bit back a chuckle at his sudden use of military-esque lingo. "You, plus four or five guys should do the trick."
"Mission is a go. Will report back with the all clear tomorrow."
She outright laughed. "Night, Rambo."
Wes' throaty chuckle sounded in her ear before he bid her goodnight and hung up. The Latina smirked; things were going exactly as planned.
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Things were not going as planned.
First off, Wes had only managed to bring three other guys with him.
Second, Tina was not following her normal schedule.
Third, Santana was hungry.
"Damn it, why doesn't she just go to sleep?" she hissed, shifting impatiently.
"How do you know this will work?" Jeff asked, pushing back a flop of blond hair. "I mean, it's going to be loud no matter how quiet we try to be."
"Because Tina sleeps like the dead and I have it on good authority that her parents do as well," Santana replied, shifting again.
"Who's authority?" Thad groused, stabbing the ground viciously with a stick.
"Her boyfriend," she smirked before glancing at the still-lit window. "Plus, after we kicked your arses' at Sectionals, the girls had a sleepover and it took us forever to wake Tina up the next day."
Wes glared at her, though it was difficult to tell with only the moonlight shining on his face. "We tied at Sectionals."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Now, shhh," she whispered, pointing. The light flicked out, the lawn becoming even darker. "Just a few minutes, then Wes and I will go check. Remember, be stealthy like ninjas."
Logan snorted. "Obviously you don't know Wes," he joked, earning a punch in the arm from the Asian boy. "Kidding, kidding." Silence washed over them as they considered what they were about to do. It was like Santana said, if you were loose with the word 'illegal,' then it was a snap.
"Let's go," she finally whispered, tugging on Wes' arm. Jeff, Thad and Logan watched as they made their way across the yard, then peek into the room. They considered themselves lucky that Tina's room was facing the back yard as a car drove past, the headlights cutting a bright path on the road. Jeff held his breath until it drove past.
Santana gave the signal and they moved, hurrying to the window and climbing in after Wes.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do…"
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Santana wished she could have been there to see Tina's reaction to her new room, but staying up late with the Warblers had left her tired. Besides, she needed to be at school before her Asian foe to put the next part of the plan in action.
Getting Tina's locker combination proved too easy, as the school secretary was the only person in the front office and Santana gave her some bullshit reason to be away from the desk for a long time. It took minutes to find the paper with all the locker combinations and seconds to copy it on a post-it. By the time the woman came back, Santana was once again standing in front of the desk and apologizing because she had just found what she was looking for before she flounced off, heading for Tina's locker.
It opened willingly and she shuffled the books and various papers around before messing with the magnets and pictures that were stuck to the inside of the door. Step two, complete.
She found out later from Mike that Tina nearly had a meltdown when she woke to find her room in complete disarray, her furniture in all the wrong places and her once colour-coordinated closet all mixed together. Mike had to beg her to come to school and practically threw her in the car.
And, since her locker was right down the hallway from Tina's, she heard the piercing shriek the small girl gave out when she opened her locker. Today is a good day, Santana thought.
Her mood only improved when she saw that Quinn was still as blue as ever.
During each class, Santana would ask to be excused, only to go back to Tina's carefully reorganized locker and mess it up again. In the two classes they shared, she messed with her pencils when she wasn't looking and even hid her textbook when Tina got up to sharpen one of her pencils.
By the time lunch rolled around, Santana was practically floating. And, being in such a good mood, she decided to throw a party and told Rachel to invite the Warblers. Sure, she could just call Wes again, but why not let other people worry about it when she had more planning to do?
A/N: Falling asleep, sorry if the ending doesn't make sense. One more chapter to go! Next chapter of Lover Shuffle is up as well. Hope you enjoyed it!
P.S. This might seem kinda lame, but if you're OCD about your stuff like that, it's hell when someone messes with it (trust me)