A/N: Okay, so, I have no idea what is up with me… I write the most random shit. I swear. But anywhoo, here's Brad- pianist and demon hunter extraordinaire. And just so you know, I love Brittany and Santana… but I couldn't pass this up. Rated T for language and possibly frightening descriptions. Not for the kiddies!

(I do *not* own Glee.)

Brad didn't say much. He came and played piano for the Glee club because it made him a bit of extra money, and playing was what he loved to do most.

Oh, and McKinley High School was fucking crawling with demons.

You see Brad (whose last name is top secret thank-you-very-much) is descended from a long line of demon hunters. For centuries it has been their job to keep the peace between Hell's children and the world we know. Brad had family members scattered around the world, all assigned places to defend from Satan's little bastards.

Sure, some weren't all bad.

There was Noah Puckerman, who was only half demon. He may cause a bit of mischief, but he wasn't really bad at heart. Or Rachel Berry, who was almost a full demon, but wasn't evil. (Just annoying as fuck.)

Then, there were the truly rotten little monsters.

You've got Kurt Hummel, who wasn't human at all. He was in fact a member of Satan's court, a Lord if Brad's sources were correct. There was Jesse St. James, who is one of Satan's few close children. (Most simply referred to him as "the Prince Douche.")

Then there's Santana Lopez, the scariest bitch of them all. She was Brad's target for the moment. She hadn't been much of a threat for a while, so Brad had just left her alone. But now some bad shit was about to go down, and he had to put a stop to it. Santana was… a different demon. Most preyed on the souls of younger children, or weak-hearted men.

But Santana's prey was none other than Brittany Susan Pierce, who happened to be half angel. In all of his days as a hunter, Brad had never seen anything like this. A demon targeting an angel. It was unheard of, especially with a full demon.

It was obvious that Brittany wasn't aware of her angelic ancestry, or the fact that Santana was in fact a demon sent straight from Hell. Santana was a certain type of demon; a siren.

Sirens use their voice, and overall charm and allure to attract those they hunted to them, like a moth to a flame. Santana was so close to catching the Brittany girl, and Brad knew he had to stop it. The children of angels were becoming even more rare on earth, and to keep the balance of good and evil, they needed as many as they could get. Losing just one would be devastating.

So today, Brad had arrived to Glee club practice fully armed. In his satchel was a crucifix, two bottles of holy water, and his favorite weapon, a silver crossbow that had been in his family for generations.

That wretched Berry girl ran up to him as soon as she entered the door and handed him some sheet music without a word. He rolled his eyes the moment she looked away. How was it humanly possible to be so irritating? Then again, she wasn't completely human…

His fingers glided across the keys with grace and elegance, playing the familiar tune of "I'm Not That Girl" from the musical "Wicked." She was giving Hudson that weird constipated look she always got on her face when she sang, which seemed to make him uncomfortable, and pissed off Quinn. Brad was surprised Quinn didn't have any demonic lineage. She was just plain horrible.

As Rachel concluded her song, Brad couldn't help but glance upwards towards Santana. The Latina girl was staring daggers at the wheel chair kid, Artie, who had Brittany in his lap.

Obviously, she was jealous, and anxious to get back to wooing her prey.

Brad sighed and sat back and watched the drama of the Glee club unfold. More Quinn/Finn/Rachel drama, Puck and that Zizes girl flirting, and the two Changs being… Asian.

Eventually Will declared Glee club had ended and said Bye to the kids, who all began to talk as they gathered their belongings and prepared to leave. Brad gathered his things quickly and left without a word to anyone. He exited the room quietly, making his way to the school parking lot.

By now, most of the student body had left, with only a few hanging around waiting for their rides. Brad had spent weeks watching Santana, learning her habits, her schedule. By now he'd observed enough to know that she was usually the last person to leave the school. (What she did in that time was anyone's guess.)

He crouched behind the dumpster and kept his eye trained on the entrance to the school, waiting for the demon who went by "Santana Lopez" to exit the building.

It took about twenty minutes for her to appear.