Quinn's P.O.V.

I've always been curious as to why I still have to work...even though I'm dead. I mean, okay, I'm grateful for being able to spend my eternity in heaven but I always imagined it would be more of...a relaxing experience instead of...paying my dues, I guess. I shouldn't complain but I...I'm not fond of my new job. New? No. I've been a guardian angel for the last 30 years but, in the angel world, that's the equivalent of still being on a probationary period at a new job. So, I'm essentially a rookie still but...a promotion did just open up and I know I can impress my supervisor, Michael, if I just get a better case. So far, I've been given the "Miracle" cases. The "Man survives being struck by lightning" Or "Lost 5 year old found alive in woods, 3 days later." or something like that. All of that is nice and dandy but it won't get you noticed, which is why I'm trying to convince Michael to give me something bigger. I want to be a higher ranking angel, who barely has to leave their office. I'm a natural born leader so it only makes sense.

"Come on Michael. You said it yourself, I'm doing really well." I say to Michael who looks at me over the rim of his glasses, then sighs. Michael has been here for a really long time, but he's not the Michael you're thinking about. That's actually his father. Yes, angels procreate. Michael softly sighs then leans on his elbows that are resting on the Mahogany desk sitting in front of him.

"Quinn... my hands are tied here. You're not qualified for anything we have open right now." I groan.

"I'm having my potential wasted here. I could be doing so much more than helping little kids not drown in lakes." I tell him. Michael leans back in seat and lets out a breath of frustration and his wings flail behind him.

"Okay...I don't understand how you can cause me so much stress in Heaven." He says mostly to himself. He scratches his chin then speaks again.

"Fine." A file appears on the desk in front of me and I smile as I pick it up and open it to find my new assignment.

"Santana Lopez?" I ask as I continue to read over her file.

"Yes. You two have a similar past and it just opened up." He says and I roll my eyes as I continue to read up on her. Let's see. Santana Lopez, 18, Soul...undetermined, lives in Lima Ohio. Lima, Ohio? That sounds boring...okay so she's not the nicest person...like at all.

"So what's the goal here?" I ask Michael as I continue reading.

"We have some future plans for her but she's constantly changing the game." He says and I nod my head. As angels, we also guide people's soul's to one side or the other. We accept when we've lost someone to the dark side because our job isn't to recruit as many souls as possible but to help people figure out where they're soul belongs, no matter the outcome.

"Seems like she knows where she's going to me. One of her nicknames is Satan." I say and Michael nods his head.

"Yes, but the boss has a plan for her obviously, and it's above my clearance to know what that is. All I know is that it involves this girl." He says and another folder appears on the table. I grab it and read the name.

"Rachel Berry. 18, Lima...soul...is good, so far at least." I say to myself as I skim through her file.

"They are almost polar opposite." I say to him.

"Yeah, well that's not really our concern here. I'm guessing they have more in common than you think because your job is to get them together." He says and I arch my eyebrow at him.

"Wait...I'm playing cupid now?" I ask and he shrugs.

"Call it whatever you want. Since this one is a little more...high priority, you can reveal yourself to Santana but you know the rules." He says and I groan.

"Yes, I can't tell her what to do. Suggestion only. I got it. But...since I can reveal myself, I can tell her I'm an angel?" I ask and he nods.

"Yes. You have 3 months to get something right because they need to be in each others lives somehow, some way and sonn, which will be hard because Santana isn't the most friendly. Remember, you're actual assignment is Santana so leave Rachel mostly out of it. Feel free to watch her or speak to her to gauge where her feelings are, obviously without revealing who you are, but nothing more than that." He says and I nod.

"Got it. I'll have them running off to elope in no time." I say and Michael smirks.

"Yeah, sure. Just give me something Quinn. I'll see you later." I put both of the files on the table then stand and walk out of his office. How hard could this be?

I figured the best thing for me to do first, was to get a feel for what I'm working with. Rachel is...honestly, pretty nice and she's very talkative. In glee club, wants to be a Broadway star...seems a bit selfish though, and definitely bossy...but I don't care, I'm not dating her. Watching Santana has been...interesting to say the least. Santana is promiscuous, snarky and has an apparent anger issue. Great. On the plus side, Rachel and Santana know each other...but on the other side...Santana and Rachel know each other. Santana is a bully and Rachel is a reoccurring victim. Why would you throw a slushy at someone's face? What sadistic fuck thought of that? Probably my assignment...damn it.

I'm currently watching Santana go into her bedroom. She's just finished eating dinner with her family and is now lying in her bed staring at the ceiling with headphones in. Santana is about 5'4, 5'5 maybe, slim with dark hair I'm not afraid to admit I'm jealous of. She's tan, curvy and has perfect lips. If I were still alive...I'd definitely think about...nevermind. Anyway, I've never shown myself to anyone before. We honestly never do that so I'm curious to what the boss has planned for her that I can make my presence known. Before I just appear before her, I think I'll get her use to the idea of my voice first.

"Santana." I call out and she shoots up in her bed and pulls out a headphone. Her head swivels side to side and then she sighs and shakes it off.

"Santana." She screams this time and I hold back my laugh. Santana is now standing in the middle of her bed, holding her phone out in front of her like it can somehow protect her.

"Who the fuck is in here?! Come out afore I ends you!" She says while spinning in a circle, to see her room at all angles. Santana's heart is beating so fast I can hear it from the few steps away from her bed where I'm standing.

"You're being ridiculous." I say and she screams again. This is so funny I don't want to end it.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Santana's head swivels again and she continues her circle.

"Who the fuck are you?! Come out here!" She says and I roll my eyes.

"If you calm down, maybe I'll show myself." I say and she...she is looking at the ceiling with a look of confusion.

"God?" She says and I stifle another laugh. When angels speak, it comes from every angle so you can't pinpoint where the voice is coming from. This is going to be good.

"No...it is I. You're father. The prince of darkness." I say in the most demonic voice I can muster. I'm pretty sure if her eyes get any bigger, they're going to pop out.

"Holy shit! The Satan thing was a joke!" She exclaims and then drops to her knees and...is she praying in Spanish? She is! I laugh out loud this time and the noise causes her to jump but she continues to pray and look around the room.

"Okay, Okay relax. It's just a joke. I would've thought you would have had a better sense of humor." Santana stops praying and sinks to her knees on the bed.

"Am I losing my mind?" She whispers to herself and I sigh.

"Okay, let's start over." I say then I reveal myself to her and prepare for another scream, which inevitably comes. Santana scrambles off her bed and crawls to the furthest corner in her room.

"Get the hell out of here!" She yells and pulls her knees to her chest. I sigh and lie on my side to face her. I rest my head in my hand and look at her.

"Can you just, breathe? For like 5 seconds. I told you, not here to hurt you. Just help." I say and she throws her phone at me. I stop it in midair and it falls harmlessly onto the bed. Santana gapes and I roll my eyes.

"I'm an angel." I state plainly.

"An angel? Am I dead?" She says and I shake my head. Santana let's out a sigh of relief then stands and collects herself. She dusts off imaginary dust from her pants then takes a defensive stand with her arms crossed over her chest.

"So why the hell are you in my room?" She asks. I sigh then move to lie on my back, propping myself up on my elbows to maintain my visual of her.

"That has a much longer origin that I don't care to get into. Long story short, you're deviating from your path, so I'm here to get you into shape...sort of." I tell her and she lifts her right eyebrow.

"My path?" She says slowly. I watch her carefully as we settle into a silence and a smirk creeps it's way on to her lips.

"Does my path involve in my bed? Because if so, I'm liking where this is going." She says and I roll my eyes.

"You're really flirting with an angel? You were freaking out less than 3 minutes ago." I tell her. Teenagers and their hormones.

"Gotta admit, yeah I was freaked out some rando voice was talking to me but then I was able to see you. I'm hot, you're hot." She begins to walk towards me.

"I just figured we should do what two hot people would naturally do." She sits on the edge of the bed then puts her hand down and leans towards me. Wow...the boldness on this one. I put my hand up.

"I'm gonna have to stop you right there. I came to do a job and that's it. Not interested and don't even try to convince me to try what's between your legs. I know about the extra appendage. Not impressed." I tell her and she scoffs.

"Excuse me? Unimpressed? You'd be quite the opposite if you took a spin. Offer still stands." She smirks then throws a wink my way. I roll my eyes then lie down flat on the bed.

"Moving on. I'm Quinn and I'm going to be watching over you for a little while." I tell her and she drops the attempts to seduce me. Santana's face reads confusion and skepticism...then she speaks.

"Why?"

"Guardian angel kind of thing." Santana still looks skeptical.

"Okay, I'll bite. So, if you're my guardian angel, why aren't you in heaven? Isn't that normally where you watch people." She says and I nod my head.

"Normally yes, but I'm being a little more hands on with you." Santana's smirk returns and I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Are you here to tell me it's not okay to be gay? Because if that's the case, I'll take my chances in hell." She says with a small shrug of her shoulders.

"No. God actually doesn't care about that, so don't believe that shit. It's about who your soul. All that matters is if your soul is good or wicked." I tell her and she nods.

"If this is real, how do I know you're really an angel and not a demon? I've seen enough horror movies to know that the devil likes to play games." She says and I nod my head. Good point.

"Want me to drink holy water? Touch a cross? Hold a bible?" I ask her.

"I don't know. You just look like another person to me. Halos aren't real? And what about wings? And you just said shit. Angels can curse?" She asks.

"God just frowns upon the curse words involving their name, so yes angels curse. I have wings but I'm not about to pull those things out. Way harder to get to go back in." Santana looks at me a while before speaking then stands.

"Stay here." She says then swiftly makes her way out of the room. I didn't even have to wait a minute before she's back with a bible and a cross in her hand. Santana walks towards me then tosses them on my stomach. I look at her curiously but she just continues to watch silently.

"Is...is this supposed to do something?" I ask and she shrugs.

"I guess since you didn't burst into flames or freak out, you might not be a demon...but I still don't trust you." She says and I shrug. That's fair.

"Why are you watching me closely or whatever?" She asks.

"I'm just here to help guide some of your decisions. Think of me as your conscience. You're eligible for...redemption, so take the chance." I lie. No, she doesn't need redemption but maybe that will push her to be...less of a bitch.

"Why would I need to redeem myself?" She asks and I only arch my eyebrow in response.

"Point taken." She says in defeat.

"I just need you to be more aware of your actions." I tell her and she nods.

"Fine. If I don't do this, am I going to hell?" She asks and I shrug my shoulders.

"That's above my pay grade." I tell her and she furrows her eyebrows. This is going to be a long night.

Santana and I spend a little more time together, getting to know each other a little more and a lot of answering her questions. Santana agreed to having me around to help her so at least I don't have to worry about her fighting my suggestions. I can see how her soul is undetermined. Santana is distant, cold, and just plain mean. But...when she spoke about her family and her friend, Brittany, all that icy facade melted away. There's a heart in there. I just have to help show her how to let the world see it or just Rachel at the least.

A/N: So this was supposed to be a one shot that ended up in 9 chapters. I...still have no idea how that happened. Anyway, thought I'd share it. Let me know if you like it.