Angels and Devils

"Hey! Q!"

The blonde in question turns around and glares at the apartment door.

"About time, Santana! Open the fucking door!"

The door buzzes and Quinn Fabray seizes the handle, swinging it open. She stomps up the stairs, dripping rainwater all over. I giggle a bit at how ridiculous she looks through the peephole. She runs a hand through her short hair and unlocks the door to our apartment, the one she shares with the one and only Santana Lopez. Me.

"Jesus, Santana! You left me buzzing the door for twenty fucking minutes! It's fucking pouring, in case you didn't know!"

"Hey, hey, calm down, Q. Calm down." I walk up to Quinn and help her take her black trench coat off.

"Damn, Q. You look hot in purple." I whistle in appreciation. "Your job has its definite perks for me."

Quinn blushes, and tries to regain her angry face, as cute as it is. "Seriously, S. Every single time it's raining, you take forever to buzz open the door and-" I cut Quinn off with a sudden kiss. She leans into it, moaning a bit as I quickly take off her transparent short dress, getting to the purple lingerie underneath. I tug off my black V-neck t-shirt, barely breaking the kiss, left in a lacy black bra and skinny jeans. I back into the apartment door, effectively closing it, then wrap my hand around Quinn's neck, and pull her closer. She eagerly deepens the kiss, sliding her fingers into the belt loops of my jeans, then grips my ass.

"I promise to get to the door faster," I say huskily. "Now let's take this to the bedroom."

Quinn nods in agreement, and we make it to our king-size bed, closing the door behind us.

"So how was work?" I ask, genuinely interested as I slip on my bra and V-neck.

"Eh, it was all right. That idiot Jacob Ben Israel keeps coming on to me, no matter how many times I tell him I'm gay," Quinn grumbles. "I guess it makes sense, though, since I'm a Victoria's Secret Model."

"Yeah, you're an Angel," I smirk.

Quinn grins. "Yup, purest around."

We both laugh, shaking our heads.

"Seriously, though, Q. I'll kick that Ben Israel kid's ass if I need to get him away from my girl," I say confidently.

"Yeah, I know, S. But I've got it covered."

I raise my eyebrow. "In both ways, I hope."

Quinn pauses a moment, then bursts out laughing. "Yes, S. I've got my parts covered, too."

"Good. No one touches my girlfriend but me."

"Yes, don't worry. But Santana, how was your day?"

My face darkens a bit. I think back to this morning. Bunch of mail, visit to headquarters, then that talk… The project.

"Nothing much happened. Same old, same old."

Quinn studies my face. "All right."

I squirm under her scrutiny. "Yeah."

I stand up abruptly, and say in a rushed tone, "I'll order and pick up Thai tonight."

I quickly get out of the room, shaking my head at myself.

I can never lie to Quinn.

"Britt!"

I turn to see my blonde-haired boyfriend. I smile in greeting.

"Hey, baby."

Sam pecks me on the cheek. "What's up, Britt?"

"I should be asking you that, Sam. What are you doing in New York City? I thought you have to stay in Ohio."

Sam grins, his eyes sparkling. "Schue gave me the night off to see my gorgeous blonde girlfriend, Brittany. Though it kinda sucks 'cause it's pouring."

I smile widely. "Awesome, babe! But who's gonna watch over your package?" I lower my voice at that last part, glancing around at the New York City streets.

He pats his jacket pocket. "Got it right here. Now stop worrying, hon. This is our night."

I hug Sam tightly, ignoring our wet clothes. "I missed you, baby. Long distance is hard."

"I missed you too. Let's make up for lost time."

Sam grabs my hand, and we walk down Broadway, the night's lights shining in our eyes.

"Let's go see Wicked," he says excitedly. "I got the tickets from your friend Rachel. You have your night off tonight, anyway. It should be fun watching from the audience, not the stage."

I chuckle and nod happily. "All right! But let's get dinner first. I'm thinking Thai?"

Sam laughs at me bouncing up and down. "Mmm. Let's go!"

The rain beats down on my windshield as I maneuver my sleek black Jaguar through the streets. My destination: Thai Palace. Things have been running nonstop through my head since my visit today to headquarters. I keep hearing Sylvester's voice, her request shocking the air. And me.

"Lopez, get your act together," I mutter to my empty car.

I shake my head and park the car a few blocks away from the Thai place. Rain won't hurt me. I feed a few quarters into the meter and set a brisk pace, my charcoal pea raincoat billowing a bit behind me. As I walk, I notice a young, very American-looking couple walking ahead of me. Both blondes, both attractive. I snort at the sheer commercial look of them.

"How's work?" the woman asks.

The man shrugs. "What you'd expect, I guess. I'd assume it's the same situation as yours."

The woman shakes her head vigorously. "No, no, Sam. New York City is so much different than Lima, Ohio. More dangerous."

I have to give that to her; this city is full of chaos sometimes.

The man named Sam looks confused. "Then why would Schue give you the riskier location instead of me?"

The woman's face hardens. "Just 'cause I'm a girl does not mean I can't do my job well, even if it's 'riskier' than yours."

Ha, I think. You tell him.

Sam seems to notice her cold expression, and quickly backpedals. "You know I didn't mean it that way."

"But you did. You see it as a weak woman in a dangerous city, and since I'm a girl I can't protect my packa- myself as well as a 'strong man' like you. Even in a more precarious situation, I can do my job just as well as you, maybe even better."

Sam throws his hands in the air. "Fine, Brittany. Fine. Let's just go eat."

I now realize that we're outside of Thai Palace. I brush past the two, then turn around. "You know, she's right. Women can do better than men in many fields. Stop making idiotic comments, you sexist jerk. Thank you for your time."

I catch Brittany's appreciative smile towards me before I turn again and walk through the doors, a satisfied smirk on my face.

Sam is dumbfounded, his eyes still on the doors the woman disappeared into. I snigger a bit. Sam has always been sexist, even if he's never really realized it.

"Can you believe that woman? Butting into our conversation, then she insults me?"

"Firstly, it wasn't really a conversation, more of an argument. Secondly, you had it coming," I say quietly.

Sam whips his head towards me. "Oh, you're siding with her? I get it. I'm leaving, going back to Ohio, where apparently I do a terrible job at my vocation."

"Sam," I protest. "C'mon. It's just-"

"No, Brittany. Thanks for ruining one of our rare free nights."

He stomps off, quickly hailing a cab and climbing in, the taxi driving off being my last sight of him.

I sigh, and walk into Thai Palace. Might as well eat and try and thank the woman that stood up for me.

I enter the restaurant, scanning the room for the woman. I spot her picking up her order at the register, and make my way towards her. As I get closer, I can make out her features easier. She is gorgeous. A Latina, and a stylish one at that. She catches my eye, and tries to walk past me, but I grab her arm.

"Hey, I'm Brittany Pierce. I just want to say thank you. A lot, actually."

The Latina shrugs. "No big deal. He was being douchey, if you don't mind me saying. Your boyfriend, I take it?"

"Yeah. He's perfect, besides the whole sexist thing."

The woman raises an eyebrow. "That doesn't seem perfect to me."

I shrug. "I guess. But thank you."

"Sure."

We look at each other. I can tell we're both stopping a smile from appearing. I decide to take a risk.

"Can I have your number? I think I like you, mysterious woman."

Her face is priceless. "You… like me?"

I laugh, shaking my head. "I mean in friend terms, silly."

"Oh," she chuckles. "Sorry, I'm a little vain. Sure, Ms. Pierce."

She takes my hand, pulls a black pen out of her coat pocket, and scribbles a name and number on it.

"See you around, Pierce." She winks, and then she's gone.

I can't stop the grin from stretching across my face. I look down at my hand. Santana Lopez. And seven magical numbers.

"Nice to meet you, Santana," I murmur.

As I get back into the apartment, the blonde swims through my head. I've never met someone so fierce, daring… Sexy.

I walk into the kitchen, setting the takeout bag onto the table. "Q, food!"

I turn around, and there is Sue Sylvester with a very angry looking Quinn.

"Shit," I mutter.

Quinn approaches me. "When were you planning on telling me that Sue asked you to do a project, and when were you planning on explaining it?"

"Umm… Tonight…?"

"No, you weren't! How long were you going to keep this from me? Projects are a big deal, Santana!"

Sue steps in between us. The older woman stares at me.

I shrink back a little bit. "I didn't know it was urgent."

Sue glares at me. "I told you it was imperative, this project, today, when I asked you into my office during your visit to headquarters! Now, will you explain my inquiry to Ms. Fabray or shall I?"

I stay silent.

"Fine. Now Fabray, I've asked Lopez here to help me with a project concerning the Angels. After a couple of years, I've finally managed to track down the Angel that has the package of New York City. It was difficult, mind you. Out of the eight million people in this city, I've found the Angel."

Sue smirks, clearly proud of herself.

"Now, I want Lopez to befriend the Angel, even seduce if that is what it takes."

Quinn's eyes bulge at the word seduce. "No way, boss! This is my girlfriend you're talking about!"

Sue rolls her eyes. "Yes, and this is also my personal first-in-command Devil. I have complete control here. Anyway, once she befriends slash seduces the Angel, therefore making the Angel trust her, she must locate their package. Then, she must convince or trick them into destroying their package, thus killing everyone in New York City."

Sue pauses for a second. "You know that every city has an Angel, right Fabray? Yes, well here's a reminder. Each Angel holds a package containing every single life in whichever city they are assigned to. If the package is destroyed in any way, every single human in that city will perish. So, then Lopez will make or persuade the Angel to come to our side, hence becoming a Devil. Got it, Fabray?"

Quinn is frozen, still processing the information. I grumble to myself.

"Sue, I told you I might not want to do this."

Sue brushes it off. "Why not? You're a Devil, born and raised. As is Fabray over here, standing shell-shocked like on of those many statues in my chambers from countless cities I've killed off. Minor ones, yes, but still. New York City shall be our first major assault. Don't you want the fame? The recognition? The pride? The acceptance? We all know that not many of our kind accept you in Devil society, you or Fabray. I, myself, have graciously taken you for one of my own, but I can't say the same for many of your peers."

I bite my lip, torn. "It's a big responsibility. And I'd feel bad for Q."

"I'm sure you can handle it."

Quinn finally speaks. "S, do what you want. It's fine. For the greater evil, right? Us Devils have to make the hard decisions…" she trails off, showing me that she's just trying to convince herself as well. Sue, however, pays no mind.

"There's the spirit, Fabray!" she cheers. "Now Lopez, will you either accept this project or will I have to force you?"

I straighten my posture, and say clearly, "I accept."

"Wonderful, Lopez. Here's a file on the Angel. Luckily for you, it's a woman. Your lesbian ways will not be wasted on a male. Good luck." With that, Sue vanishes with a puff of black smoke. How original.

I hold the manila folder in my hand, and glance at Quinn. She has an uneasy look on her face, still struggling with her decision to let me go ahead with the project.

I steel myself, and open the folder. The Angel of New York City's face and name stares at me.

Brittany Susan Pierce.

A/N- This is my first fanfic with chapters! Crazy. It's based off of a short story I wrote for English class this year, using the Angel/Devil/package idea. It's on Figment. The link to my Fig page is on my profile. The story is called Angels if you would like to read it:) I'll try and update weekly or biweekly. Sometimes it's really hard for me to write, though. I have no beta, so I apologize for any errors. Feel free to review! I love feedback.
-L