AN: I've been wanting to do something with angels for awhile now, but never really had a good idea for it. Now I think I've finally got something I can work with. Pretty much made this up in between classes. I'd definitely continue this, but only if I get some reviews telling me I should, or that you'd like to read more. I'll definitely do my best to make it worth your while but if that doesn't happen, I'm fine leaving it as a oneshot.

Anyways, what you need to know:

-Takes place in New Moon, specifically Chapter nine. There's a quote from it in here which isn't mine.

-It's AU, (obviously).

That's all. So, read. enjoy. review!

Quinn let her eyes fall shut as she exhaled deeply, her two fingers resting against her temple. She was mentally counting down in her head how much longer she'd have to endure this awful movie.

She glanced back at her best friend, who was slumped in the seat next to her with her legs extending in front of her and resting on the edge of the balcony. Quinn noticed that she looked about as bored as she felt. She turned her attention back on the movie, making a face when one of the character's violently got their head blown off. Movies these days, all about the violence and the sex, and the drugs. Not to mention bad acting.

"This movie sucks so bad."

She nodded along to what Santana said, her gaze still locked on the giant movie screen in front of them. "You would think the quality of movies would've gotten better over the years."

She'd been around long enough to know that this was definitely not the case. It was sad really.

"I want popcorn."

She looked back at Santana and arched her eyebrow questionably. "Have you forgotten that you don't eat?"

Santana's eyes narrowed. "No, I haven't. It just smells so damn good." she folded her arms across her chest and slouched farther in her seat, pouting, "I hate not being able to eat anymore."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "You've been dead now what, eighteen years, and you're still moping about the whole not needing to eat thing? Really?"

Santana scowled, "Get bent, Fabray."

She stared up at the movie theater ceiling and shook her head. "How you ever became a guardian angel is beyond me."

"Same here, if I would've known that I'd be spending my afterlife like this, I would've just gone to hell. Probably would've had more fun down there. Oh hold up," Santana put her feet down and leaned forward, before slapping Quinn on the arm. "I think things are finally gonna start getting interesting."

Quinn followed her line of view, peeking over the balcony just in time to see the blonde boy bolting for the exit, looking as though he was about to vomit. Santana waited until both their charges followed the boy out of the theater before standing up.

"Come on. Let's see if he barfs on anyone." She grabbed Quinn's hand and the two of them popped out of the theater, then reappearing in the middle of the hallway outside the theater.

They both grimaced at the dreadful noises coming from the men's bathroom a few feet from where they stood.

Quinn let out a sympathetic sigh, "Poor kid."

"Too bad he didn't puke on anyone. That definitely would've salvaged this dull ass three way date night." Santana walked past her and leaned against the opposing wall, her arms crossed over her chest.

Quinn followed her, while doing her best to not to notice how her charge's arm was around Santana's charge's shoulders as they sat on the velveteen bench not to far from where she and Santana stood. "You know this isn't meant to be a date, Santana." She noticed Santana smirking at her and frowned. "What?"

"Jealous much?" She glanced back at their charges before looking back at Quinn, a knowing glint in her eyes.

Quinn shook her head. "Stop giving me that look, Santana. He's my charge."

"So? That doesn't mean you can't be attracted to him." she looked back at Jacob and eyed him up and down, "Puberty is definitely doing wonders for his physique. Wish I was the one who got to watch him shower."

Quinn's cheeks flushed red at that comment. Not cause she'd ever done such a thing, but at the implication that Santana made. Not to mention the fact that Santana was checking out her Jacob. "So does that mean you're attracted to your charge?" she asked, referring back to the previous comment Santana made.

She made a disgusted noise, wrinkling up her nose in disgust. "Fuck no! I don't dig on pathetic, clumsy, idiotic girls who spend four months playing zombie just cause their equally annoying vampire boyfriend-who always had way too much product in his hair- dumped her skinny white ass."

Quinn shook her head disapprovingly, "That's really no way to speak about your charge, Santana. If you aren't careful about what you say, you could get in serious trouble." If she kept talking the way she did, eventually someone up above would confront her about it. And by confront, she meant banish her down below. But then again, that's probably what Santana wanted.

Santana scoffed loudly, her hands moving to her hips, "Says the girl who didn't have to spend four whole months of her existence watching over the most boring-ist girl on the planet as she moped around and starting hating life. And all just because of a stupid guy!" she glanced back at her charge, one Bella Swan, and shook her head, huffing in frustration. "Man, why couldn't I get someone awesome? Like Madonna or David Bowie? Or Britney Spears. At least then I'd be entertained."

Quinn was in no mood to explain to her for the umpteenth time that an angel doesn't get to choose who their charge is, nor do they get to be the charge of someone who was already alive before they came to be an angel. She sighed. "This job isn't about entertainment, Santana. It's about helping our charges, leading them in the right direction, but most of all, protecting them."

"If only that damn vamp of hers would've turned her into a vampire too. Then I would've been off the hook and stuck with a new charge." she let out an exasperated sigh. "Seriously, sometimes I just want to punch the girl in the face. Knock some sense into her. And she's so damn clumsy, it's-"

"The only reason she's so clumsy is because of you." Quinn reminded, crossing her arms. "And I might add that I think it's against the rules to purposely trip your charge or untie her shoelaces when she isn't looking."

Santana innocently shrugged, "I can't help it. The girl's about as fun as a pinecone. I needs to get my chuckle on every once and a while."

"Just because she's not the one you wanted to look after doesn't mean you should take out your hostilities out on Bella."

Even after all these years, Quinn knew that Santana was just still bitter over the "Brittany" thing. Not that she dare mention it. She knew how Santana got.

Santana glared at her for a hard second, before shaking her head and dismissing it. "Whatever, c'mon," she pushed herself off the wall just as Mike Newton stumbled out of the bathroom, "barf boy's back."

Quinn nodded and the two of them lingered behind the three teenagers as they headed toward the exit.

Santana wouldn't stop grumbling in Spanish all throughout the car ride home. The two of them sat in the backseat of Jacob's car, on either side of poor Mike Newton, who spent the entire time with his head buried in an empty popcorn bucket. Or what used to be an empty popcorn bucket.

Both Quinn and Santana kept their heads turned toward their own window, not wanting to inhale the awful stench anymore than they had to.

"Maybe a bug's going around." Santana murmured when they overheard Jacob telling Bella that he felt a little strange. They were in front of Bella's house now, waiting in the driveway as Jacob and Bella talked in the car. Quinn tried not to listen in on their conversation but since Santana wasn't talking to her (since she was obviously listening in), she had no choice but to listen too.

"-I want you to know that I'm always here. I won't ever let you down- I promise that you can always count on me."

Santana rolled her eyes at Jacob's words, "God, he is so corny. And stupid. Does he not get that Bella is not into him like that?"

Quinn frowned at her, "Jacob is not stupid. He's just trying to be there for her, so leave him alone."

"Whatever." Santana shrugged. "You better get going, your boy is starting to look a little funky."

Quinn nodded in agreement, already sensing that something was wrong. "I'll see you later."

Santana nodded, giving her a faint wave as she called out, "I hope he pukes on you!" She smiled wickedly at the look Quinn gave her and turned on her heel before following Bella inside her house.

A few hours later…

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Shit. Shit. Shit. Quinn didn't like to curse, even if it was just in her head, but she had no other alternative. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not to him. Not to her Jacob.

She paced back and forth on the mountainside overlooking the forest below. She liked to come up here to think and pray. It also served as a little hang out spot for her and Santana. Has been for a while now.

The first time she ever met Santana was when Bella was about ten years old and she started her annual month long visit to Forks to be with Charlie. One day, Charlie invited Billy and Jacob over for dinner (this wasn't too long after Jacob's mother, Sarah, died in that awful car accident) and while Bella met Jacob for the first time, so did their guardian angels.

When angels cross paths, it's usually very brief and very formal. Angels were too busy looking after their charges to focus on anything else, which is why friendships among angels was practically unheard of.

Quinn was grateful for the bond they'd created (even though she and Santana were as opposite as they could get) because up until Santana came along, she'd been pretty lonely. Sure she had her charges, but it wasn't like they could see her or hear her.

Not unless she chose to show herself. But that was a huge no-no.

Not that she would even know how to. It was something only the higher level angels knew how to do. They didn't bother teaching it to guardian angels because they didn't under any circumstances want them to reveal themselves to humans. Although she'd heard rumors a few years back of angels who'd figured out how to do it. It's incredibly difficult, apparently.

She stopped her pacing and looked up at the dark sky, mentally calling out Santana again. Angels had the ability to call to another angel when needed, although they couldn't read each other minds or communicate telepathically. That was another thing she was grateful for. (The last thing she wanted was Santana in her head 24/7)

She sighed in relief and turned around just as Santana made her appearance. "What took you so long?"

"I had to wait for Bella to fall asleep." Santana explained, almost adding a 'duh' to the end of her sentence. She moved closer to Quinn and crossed her arms, "So what's up with your boy? Bella called Jacob's house a while ago to see what was up with him not calling her but his dad answered and was being really weird."

Quinn grimaced and she sighed heavily as she ran a hand through her hair. "It happened."

Santana frowned for a second before realizing what she meant. "Oh."

She nodded, fighting the urge to continue her pacing. "I had a feeling it would happen, even though I've been praying it wouldn't." The growth spurt, the muscle he packed on out of nowhere, she'd known what it meant for him, but that didn't mean it's what she wanted for him. If she could've stopped it from happening at all, she would've. She briefly glanced back at forest below them. It'd been a few hours since the incident happened and she could still hear them out there. Jacob was still having trouble getting back to his human self.

Santana bit her lip unsurely before coming up with, "He's alright though?"

"Depends on your definition of 'alright'." she let out a small huff before kicking a pebble in her path, so that it fell over the edge.

"How'd it happen?" Santana asked delicately, taking a seat on a rock next to Quinn.

"He came home, his dad asked him about how the night went and then commented about how Jacob looked a little off and then he just…lost it." She cringed at the memory.

Santana raised her eyebrows in surprise, "He phased in the house?"

Quinn shook her head, "No, but he nearly did. He managed to get out onto the porch before it happened."

Santana folded her arms across her chest, "Man, I wish I could've been there."

"He was so confused and scared." she climbed up on the rock Santana was sitting on and plopped down next to her, "It was awful. The others came to help almost as soon as it happened. That's when I came up here. I figured I'd just let them do their thing. Well, that and I had no desire to see five naked guys when they phased back."

Santana perked up, a smirk playing across her lips, "Naked, huh? Maybe I'll just go and see how things are going…"

Quinn grabbed her arm and held her back before she could go anywhere. "Santana."

She rolled her eyes, yanking her arm out of her grasp, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Save the lecture."

"This was exactly what he was afraid of." Quinn said softly, thinking back to when Jacob first told Bella about Sam's 'gang'.

Santana frowned. "I thought you said he didn't know about werewolves."

"He didn't. He just didn't want to end up like Embry and Paul. You should've heard him, San, he kept calling himself a monster." Quinn sighed, then pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her chin against her knees.

"He'll be alright, Q." Santana assured, moving her arm around her best friend's shoulders and giving her a squeeze.

"I better get going." she patted Santana's knee before sliding off the rock, "He's back at home now."

Santana nodded understandingly, getting up as well, "Want me to go with you?"

Quinn brushed off her dress before meeting Santana's gaze. "Shouldn't you be getting back to Bella?"

"I highly doubt I'll be missing out on anything serious. She's still asleep. Although I'm pretty sure she might've contracted whatever it is that Newton kid had. She didn't look too well when I left."

"Well then you should get back as soon as possible."

Santana scoffed. "Why? It's not like I'll be able to hold her hair back for her when she starts puking."

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Just go do your job, Santana."

"You're not the boss of me, you can't tell me what to do." she said stubbornly.

Quinn nodded. "True, but I am still older than you." Technically, anyways.

Santana made a face. "Which is still weird by the way, you're like old enough to be my mom."

Quinn chuckled. "Actually, I'm pretty sure I went to school with your mom."

After all they did grow up in the same town, although in different time periods.

"She was such a nice girl," she mused, before looking back at Santana, "Just goes to show you that the apple can fall far from the tree. Very far."

Santana glowered, before lightly shoving her aside, "Oh shut it, Fabray."

Quinn returned the gesture, smiling, "Oh just get back to your human, Lopez."

Santana let out an exasperated sigh, "Fine. Have fun with your newbie wolf. And I'm gonna want the details on how he looks naked."

Quinn rolled her eyes again, "How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not…" she drifted off when she realized Santana had already gone. She shook her head and exhaled before leaving the mountain and reappearing in Jacob's bedroom.

Although he wasn't currently in his room, she settled herself on the edge of his small desk. There was light peeking out from under his bathroom door, signaling that he was in there.

She looked around his room and shook her head. He really needed to clean it. She couldn't even see the carpet anymore because it was too concealed by his clothes, car magazines, and whatnot. She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back against the wall, turning her head when Jacob's bathroom door opened. He stepped out in nothing but a pair of checkered boxers, with a towel draped over his shoulder, having just used it to dry his newly cropped hair.

She hadn't expected them to cut his hair so soon.

He lifted his head and suddenly his eyes went wider than saucers. "WHAT THE HELL?"

She was so taken aback by this that she fell off the edge of his desk and landed on floor. She looked around, wondering what on earth could've startled him like that, but then she looked up and that's when she realized he was staring at her. Directly at her.

As if he could actually….

She stared at him incredulously, "Wait, can you see me?"

She didn't even have to wait for him to respond to know his answer. Judging by the expression on his face, he most definitely could see her.

That couldn't be good.

AN: Review, please!