AN: I've always thought that the Unholy Trinity were badass, but I wrote this fic to show them in all of their badassness (it's a word and nobody will convince me otherwise!)

This is completely AU, and I'm sorry to all of you Finn lovers out there, but I really don't like him at all, so I'm using this as an outlet for some of my anger.

There may be a little bit of Faberry, we'll see.

This is based in no way on Charlie's Angels, I just like the comparison.

For those of you who have read my other story (Clowns and Backflips), there will be a 3rd and final chapter, I just need a break from it and some inspiration.

Disclaimer: I don't own glee or any of its characters; if I did we would have seen what happened before that Brittana bed scene in Duets ;) I also don't own any other things mentioned in this (Spiderman or Charlie's Angels)

"Britt - check the middle corridor, Satan check the left, and I'll go right. Keep radio contact at all times. Let's go."

Quinn's request is met with a beaming smile from Brittany, before putting on her 'Serious Face', and a scoff and the middle finger from Santana.

How those two are even together, she'll never know.

This is a mission that could very easily get them all killed. It isn't everyday that you break into the highly private, highly protected mansion of a notorious drug lord.

But shit happens.

However, it isn't like they're amateurs.

All three of them are suited up in tight black fabric, which has been made specifically for them, and designed for perfect mobility and comfort. On their feet they are wearing very thin shoes (like ballet shoes). The entire outfit is the best thing to wear in their line of work. But then again, they were made by Kurt Hummel, what do you expect?

Brittany S Pierce is the bubbly, blonde ex-dancer of the trio – who were affectionately named the 'Unholy Trinity'. She has flowing blonde hair, the long toned legs and body of a dancer, and bright blue eyes which were normally innocent and caring. However, they become sharp and calculating just before she attacks her enemies. Her weapons of choice are two, deadly katana blades which she keeps strapped to her back. She is also a force to be reckoned with in hand-to-hand combat.

Santana Lopez is the fierce, beautiful Latina of the three, with her thick, wavy black hair, her pouty lips and curvaceous body; it isn't a surprise that men and women fall for her. It is a surprise – for them at least – when she is able to move silently behind them and snap their necks. She is – like Brittany – an expert when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, having studied several martial arts. She prefers to carry at least 4 Shurikens and 2 throwing knives strapped to her waist, with a switchblade on her calf, and a handgun attached to her belt.

Oh yeah – she is also in a loving relationship with the bubbly ninja Brittany.

Finally, there is Quinn Fabray. She is the brains of the operation. If you look up a picture of an all-American girl, you will find her picture. She is petite, with delicate features, intelligent hazel eyes and blonde hair. She has less experience in martial arts than Santana or Brittany, but has a steady hand and is therefore an excellent shooter. Because of this skill, she carries two powerful handguns on her belt, and a smaller pistol strapped to her calf. All the guns have silencers of course. She likes to think of herself as the leader out of the three 21 year olds.

Santana would disagree.

The trinity aren't cold-blooded killers. In fact, Santana once described them as younger, hotter and more talented Charlie's Angels.

Angels which are – currently – advancing stealthily through the maze like corridors of William Schuester's home.

Brittany is advancing towards the end of the corridor at a fair speed, her footsteps almost silent. Dressed all in black, the only splash of colour to be seen is her eyes, her hair, and the rainbow coloured grips on her Katanas.

She stops abruptly, tilting her head the way a dog would when listening to quiet sounds.

Silence.

'Hmm... I could've sworn that I heard-"Her thought process is cut off when she hears another footstep, closer this time.

'Thought so... This will be so much fun!' Though excited internally, her exterior is an emotionless mask, apart from a small, somewhat Santana-esque smirk on her face.

She is about to continue towards the person when she hears a panicked voice in her ear, "Trinity, something has gone wrong in our servers. We can't seem to access the security cameras anymore. So try to stay out of sight." Artie explained, "Rachel and Sam are trying to fix the problem now, we might have a dodgy wire or something. Hold on in there, over and out."

The blonde sighs once the crackling stops.

'Something just had to go wrong didn't it?"

Reaching back, she grips her Katanas and flexes her fingers on the handles, preparing to draw them out. She then retreats to crouch in the shadows at the side of the corridor and waits for the approaching person to arrive.

Santana almost glides along the ground, no footsteps can be heard. Her biggest talent is stealth. She can sneak up on almost any enemy, kill them, and then fade into the background without a trace.

She is about to turn a corner when she hears the crackle of a radio and what sounds like two pairs of footsteps.

'Probably a pair of guards on their rounds...' she rationalises, and tries to figure out where to hide.

As she thinks it through, Artie comes through in her earpiece. She shakes her head when she hears what the problem is.

'A dodgy wire! Don't they have back-ups or some shit to stop this?'

The Latina isn't exactly Artie's biggest fan. Ever since he made the moves on her Britt-Britt, the two haven't really gotten along. Granted, the two women weren't out as a couple at the time, so he couldn't have known.

But still.

Shaking out of her inner monologue, she hears the guards coming closer.

Looking up, she notices the high ceiling and the small ledges on the walls which start at about four metres up, and then continue every 2 metres.

Grinning, she steps back, runs at the wall and jumps.

She plants her feet on it and rebounds instantaneously, flipping backwards and twisting to the opposite wall, where she has gained enough height to grasp onto the first ledge.

'I'm like a sexy Spiderman...'

She pulls herself up, and then easily springs upwards on each ledge, hiding herself high above the corridor.

'If only Britt had seen that...'

Quinn jogs through the corridor, keeping her favourite gun out in front of her, and ensuring that she listens for any sound that may signal danger.

She had just heard through her earpiece that the tech team (Artie, Rachel and Sam) were having problems with CCTV. As a result of this, she is on high alert for any sign that the guards had noticed their presence.

She has less raw fighting talent than Santana or Brittany, and she will freely admit this. You do not want to be in a fight against one of those two, and should you ever fight them both at once...

When they fight together – as a team – they seem to move fluidly around each other, almost communicating telepathically, she will be forever glad they consider her a best friend.

However, just because she lacks in those areas, she more than makes up for in intelligence. For example, if in a sticky situation such as being surrounded by enemies, the Latina and the blonde would more than likely try to fight their way out (and they would succeed). Quinn, on the other hand, would come up with a way to escape and injure or kill as many enemies as possible in one move.

She hears a clatter just around the corner, and she tenses. Raising her firearm, she slowly slides against the wall until she is at the very edge.

In one, quick movement, she spins around the corner, finger on the trigger...

AN: So is this good? I already have chapter 2 planned out, so there will be another chapter. If I make this longer than two or three chapters, I need to keep certain people alive, so tell me how long :D Also, I might be a little slow on updating, 'cos I have exams so...