Chapter 3: Children Of The Corn

A.N. Hi. Sorry for the delay, writers block. Kind of. Not really.

- Jessica

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Santana sighed as she looked down at her list.

Clayten. Check.

Matt. Check.

Brittany. Check.

Quinn? Maybe later.

Kurt. Kurt, yeah okay. She could do that.

Santana struggled to get into her super suit again. Asterias made a smart-ass comment, implying she was extremely dumb, then directing her towards the 'suit putter onner' as Santana had dubbed it. After a pathetic 15 minutes. Santana was ready.

Time to pay Kurt a little visit.

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Santana perched in a tree directly in front of the Hudson-Hummel home. It was all completely creepy. But hopefully it would work.

She was waiting. Waiting, patiently. For what? She had absolutely no idea.

Burt Hummel silently trudged out of his house and towards his car in his work overalls. Just as he was walking out, Kurt was walking from his Escalade. They passed each other in a barring greeting and went their separate ways.

When Kurt got to his room, Santana hovered outside his bedroom window. Right when he was in the middle of his nightly moisturizing routine, he looked over his shoulder towards his window and screeched when he came face to face to what he was pretty sure to be the devil himself.

Santana's newly red glowing eyes stared directly at him, sinister smirk firmly in place.

"Oh my god, please don't kill me!" He screamed backing up into a corner as Santana forced the window open.

"I'm not going to hurt you! Calm down, Porcelain. Jesus Christ." Santana said as she glided inside and hovered gracefully over his bed.

"Wait, there's only one person I know who calls me, Porcelain. Santana? Is that you?" He asked slowly stepping away from the corner.

Something flashed in her glowing red eyes. She smirked and peeled off her mask.

"In the flesh."

"You - you're that superhero Quinn was talking about."

"Sure am. Now, let's cut to the chase. I'm not one to beat around the bush." She winked a sly wink.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked. He already knew the answer. He thought he'd done a great job of hiding it. His father didn't know, Finn didn't know. Yet, somehow, this person he didn't even associate with outside of glee knew.

"You know what I mean. You're a mutant. Now tell me, what's your power?" The superhero commanded.

"I'm not exactly sure yet. I've just gotten enhanced strength so far." He said nervously. He done his research. He knew how the community felt about his kind. So frankly he didn't care to find out what his main power was.

"You're in luck. Come with me and you'll find out your power and embrace it to the fullest." Santana said with the most sadistic smirk she could mange. Kurt eyes widen as she got closer.

"B-but what if I don't want to embrace it?" Kurt asked trying to seem tough by crossing his arms and pumping out his chest.

"Too bad. You don't have a choice. Goodnight, Lady Hummel." That was the last thing Kurt heard before Santana pinched him in some kind of way, to knock him out.

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By 5 am, Santana had gathered everyone on her list, even Quinn. They were all sat down on the floor, heads and bodies sprawled haphazardly, still asleep from Santana's weird Japanese pinch thing.

Clayten, Matt, and Brittany were awake, Santana not having to kidnap them, so they would come with her. She herself had changed into her street clothes but sticking with her red theme. Her red Fall Out Boy t-shirt with, red joggers and NIKE Kaishi.

One by one the group of teenagers came to. Clayten laughed at the look of absolute confusion on their faces. Accidentally drawing attention to the group of four.

"Santana, Matt? Where the fuck are we?" Puck asked becoming anxious and struggling in his special shackles Santana had made for them. She had to do horrendous amounts of research on him considering he wasn't a mutant like most of them. No, his deadbeat father is the Hulk. Making Puck a Hulk (or Hulkling as Santana was going to call him) by default.

"Calm down, Fuckerman. We're not going to kill you." Santana chided, gaining incredulous chuckles from her three friends. She rolled her eyes. These guys were going to get her in trouble.

She turned towards Asterias' monitor.

"Asterias, take it over!"

"As you wish, Miss Santana." Santana had to laugh this time at the look of disbelief on the teens faces as they heard the disembodied voice.

"What in the hell was that?!" Mercedes yell's slightly more obnoxiously than needed.

"Hello, Miss Mercedes. I'm Asterias, a state of the art A. I." The voice answered. Sometimes Santana wonders if she's become a little too self aware. And then other times she wants to make like a holographic body or head for her so she can actually see what she's talking to, and not look mental talking to herself.

Rachel raises her hand tentatively.

"Um, yes? You, Hobbit in the back." Santana playfully points to the girl acting as if this was some sort of class and she was the teacher. Though, as she thought about it. This soon would become exactly that. Not that she knew much about being a superhero herself.

Eh, she's read the comic books. She'll figure it out.

"What is a A. I.?" The short brunette asked ignoring Santana's dig.

Artie answered before Asterias could.

"Artificial intelligence. Pretty much what it sounds like. An intelligence or 'brain' that you make."

"Why thank you Mister Arthur." Asterias seemed rather happy today. Odd.

"Oh, just call me Artie." He said with a slight tint to his cheek.

Santana looked at him weird. Okay, looks like we're going with just the head. Don't want Artie falling in love with inanimate objects. Hopefully the head will freak him out.

"Okay, now that we are done with questions. Everybody pick a room. You will be staying there until I and or my Papi say otherwise. No arguments or I'll bake you all to death." She demanded her eyes glowing red, and her hands consumed by fire.

That seemed to get them moving and they all scrambled, Asterias guiding them.

"God, I love my life."

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"How you doing?" Santana asked as she walked into the room Quinn chose, which just so happened to be right across from hers.

The blonde looked up startled. She quickly recovered, sitting down in the end of the bed.

"Okay I guess, I'd feel better if I knew why I was here, though." She answered looking up at the Latina expectantly.

Santana chuckled.

"It's a really long story that I don't want to have to explain twice. But, would it make you feel better if I showed a trick I learned to do a couple days ago?"

Quinn looked at her incredulously.

"Go ahead." She said with a bemused smile.

Santana smirked. She lifted her hand and with a flick of her wrist developed a rose made out of fire.

Quinn's eyes widen." I don't know how I feel about that." She said observing the burning flower with intensity.

The reflection of the flame on the blonde's hazel eyes made Santana's breath hitch.

"Okay that's enough of that." She comments with a nervous chuckle. Whisking away the flame.

"So, Santana the Superhero, huh?" Quinn asked with a small smile playing on her lips.

"Yeah. I'm a real Superman. 'Nerd' by day. Crime fighting BAMF by night." She replied with a sad faraway look.

"You know, I kind of knew it was you that night when you saved me from Finn."

"Really? What gave it away?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

"Your the only one I know that calls Finn, Baby Dick." She said with a wide grin.

"Yeah I got to work on my mannerisms. I'm going to call up my friend, Wade Wilson. He has the trash talk down." She said chuckling. Wade was actually her god father. She has no idea how or why her dad knows him.

"Miss Santana, Miss Quinn. The rest of the group is waiting on you in the den." Asterias announced.

"Come on. You'll finally understand what's happening."

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After showing the group of teens the video she got from her dad, Santana looked around to gage their reactions. Most of them looked like they didn't believe it.

"So what's this got to do with us?" Sam asked. Santana sighed.

"You see this?" Santana asked snapping her fingers creating a small flame atop her thumb. She didn't wait for answer. She points to Blaine.

"I know for a fact you can do this too." He looked a little taken aback." Your family could be in danger. Puck, what was the first thing you told your sister after your dad left?"

The boy shrugged, flushing.

"That I'd protect her with all I could."

Santana smiled slightly.

"Exactly. This is your chance to do just that. Now, who's with me?" She asked with a heroic stance.

No one moved. Santana let out a condescending laugh. She turned around to Matt, Brittany, and Clayten.

"Aww, guys they think they have a choice. Your first training session starts tomorrow, and I brought a couple friends."

A.N. Next chapter, Black Widow and Wasp.