There was something to be said about the humans who walk around going about their business, oblivious to the many eyes that watch them, Stupid. Santana watched as yet another desperate thief mugged a drunken man in the dirty alleyways. Seeing as it was her job as a dark angel to fill out her quota of bad acts for the month, she made sure that the sloppy officer around the block was thoroughly distracted by the girls working on the street.

Meet Santana, dark angel extraordinaire, sinfully deceptive, beautiful and the current top dog of the underworld. The last top dog had their wings ripped off and mercilessly thrown off a rooftop for insubordination by none other than Sue Sylvester herself, ruler of hell. As it was Santana was slotted to be next in line to receive her assignment and helped pull off the biggest drug heist in years, thus getting her noticed and placed up top.

As Santana sat lounging on a skyscraper and sending nightmares to the sleeping denizens of the metropolis, she began to ponder the everyday activities of her subjects. "Oh for fucks sake, how many killers do I have to let out on this city before there is havoc? I mean really do people even watch the news, come on, the schizo serial killer is still on the loose..." As she grumbled some more about the competency that is the human race, she slowly unfurled her wings letting the moonlight shine through the almost midnight quality sheen and dived head first into the streets. She walked amongst them, slowly but surely whispering in their ears, infesting their minds with doubts.

"Shes cheating on you..." she preened to a middle aged man.

"You're worthless..." spoken softly to a young gentleman.

"You will never make it to stardom, give up..." she huffed at a small brunette.

After thoroughly amusing herself with sending half the populace into anxiety, depression and general overall sense of doom, Santana decided to choose one last subject to end her night of wrong doings. "Now who should I choose, hm crazy cat lady is out, she was caught last week and thrown in the loony bin. Man about to kill his wife suddenly went to a therapist for help. Oh wait. How about that dwarf?" She faintly remembered doing Something to someone wearing a disgusting sweater muttering to herself about not getting a part in some play. Really, like there weren't enough crazy hobbits in the world to satisfy her imagination, the world created Rachel Berry, the golden star child. Born for greatness but has to slowly suffer for two thirds of her lifetime to get there. "Well Ms. Berry, today is your unlucky day, cause youse about to get into a whole world of hurtin." Santana smiled as she watched her victim slowly walk to her shoddy excuse of an apartment and snickered when a conveniently placed puddle on the street is introduced to a fast moving cab. The results were a hilarious looking wet brunette sputtering and silently counting to ten eyeing daggers at the passing car. To make matters worse or in this case perfect for Santana, Rachel seemed to have misplaced her keys and spent the next hour on the stoop waiting for a resident to let her in.

But why would the fun stop there, this was Santana's last job of the day and she was going to enjoy it with relish. When Rachel finally was able to get into her apartment, she found that not only had her light bulbs blown out, forcing her to search in the dark and stub her toe, but that she had no running hot water, Again.

"This cannot be happening. I'm a good person, I give to the needy, I sing in elderly homes, I'm tolerant of almost anything, I mean come on I have two gay dads, WHY ME?" Santana couldn't help but snicker as she watched a wet bedraggled Rachel Berry scrounge in cupboards for a replacement bulb. "I mean granted I haven't had my big break yet but I'm talented, I deserve better than this. It Cannot get any more worse than this..."

As if on cue, lightening crackled outside and torrential rain began pouring into Rachel's now seemingly open window. Santana just couldn't resist, really because this girl was just way too easy. Just for good measure she clapped her hands a couple of more times for some big thunder and lightning just to see the girl tap dance across the floor in fear. Frustrated and wet beyond measure now that the rain was soaking everything, Rachel ran to the window and wrestled with closing it for twenty minutes resulting in another wet shower. After deciding to just forgo a shower seeing as she already was granted them beforehand, Rachel fell face first into her mattress and slept, wet clothes and all.

"This bitch could not have been more fun to twist, I have to definitely make note to come back and see you again Miss Rachel." Amused and beyond satisfied for her nights work, Santana began to finish up and throw some nightmares into the little brunettes dream when she heard someone walking up behind her and speak.

"That wasn't very nice of you." Oh hell, no pun intended, Santana's night just went from wickedly great to awesomely bad. She turned around slowly already imagining Sylvester's punishment in store for getting caught on the job, by an light angel no less. As Santana growled at the pristine being currently ruining her night, she couldn't help but notice that they couldn't have sent a better example of an angel. Long blond hair, slim but athletic build, white robes, if the situation was any different, Santana would've laughed at the clichéd picture of this sudden meeting between good and evil.

"I said that wasn't very nice of you to do that to Rachel," said the slightly taller blonde.
"Whats it to you blondy? I can do whatever I want, I was here first, so why don't you fly back to the ass cloud you came from and leave me alone?"
"I don't think I like what you're saying to me. You're making me sad."
"Good cause I sure as hell ain't sitting here chit chating with you for my own benefit."
"I'm mad at you, you're mean, even if you are really hot."

Before Santana could even throw back a barbed sentence, she suddenly found herself now standing in the rain, outside on the stoop of Berry's apartment. How the hell she got there was beyond her but she somehow got teleported outside into the rain that She conjured. That damned good for nothing angel must have caught her by surprise and did something! Oh for the love of Satan, this was turning out to be the longest night of her life.

A/N: Hello there, if you're a new reader, welcome to the first few chapters of some time passing literary work. Hope you have been intrigued enough to continue on with the read, if so, you might need to get some crackers and perhaps a cup of something warm to drink, it does tend to get longer as the the story progresses lmao. So, continue as you were, and I hope you sincerely enjoy the humor in store, thanks for dropping by! :)