Authors Notes: I do not own Glee or Superman. This is purely for fun.
The amount Superman myths will be used or followed very minimal. Birth, powers, and a few overlapping essentials will be it.
Chapter 4: Let the games begin
Santana shook her head confused and stammered a little bit as she started to talk. "I..Brittany and I." She cleared her throat and squared her shoulders up. "Brittany and I are just partners." She saw a small smirk cross Dani's face at her choice of words. "Just work partners. Our relationship is completely plutonic. It would be far beyond unprofessional."
Brittany snuck up behind her partner she put had hand on Santana's shoulder. "So what's unprofessional, Smallville?"
Santana's body tensed up when Brittany touched her softly. "Would you stop doing that? You're going to give me a heart attack, Britt." She could hear cries of help from thousands of miles away, but the clicking of Brittany's heels always seemed to have no sound. Sometimes she really wondered what is was about Brittany that made her so unfocused when she was around…maybe it was because Brittany was Brittany. She was the real reason for her not being able to concentrate.
Dani watched the interaction between the two, deciding to take her leave. "I'll talk to you later, Santana."
Santana watched her walk away with a quiet goodbye. "Are you trying to kill me before I hit 30, Brittany?"
Brittany straightened the brunette's tie and shrugged. "Absolutely not," she smiled mischievously at the heroine. "Why would I want to kill you off when we just got married?" The journalist teased softly, "Unless you have one hell of a life insurance policy."
Santana just rolled her eyes and pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. "Well, The Daily Planet doesn't pay me enough," she said dryly while she pulled away from Brittany. "What did you come over here for?"
Brittany put her hands up in defense, "I can't come over and say hi to my best friend and partner." She asked innocently.
"Not usually," The shorter girl said softly before she said down at her desk. "You could have been less rude to Dani though."
The blonde just shrugged before hopping up on the side of Santana's desk. "Well, you have told her how many times you're less than interested," She clapped her hands together and put them in her lap. "I thought I was doing you a favor by shooing her off."
"That's not the point, Britt," the reply came out softly with a little bit of an eye roll. "Seriously though, what's with you?"
"Well, according to my watch and stomach, it's almost lunch time." She played with her fingers a dragging them softly across her hand. "I would have already ordered for us since we have so much research to do. But someone," she said pointedly as she nudged Santana in the shoulder. "Keeps the name of the Japanese place she goes to a secret and I was feeling like Japanese."
"You want me to run out and get us lunch?" She asked curiously.
"Well, like I said, I would have called in an order, but you won't tell me name of it," Biting back a little. "I think you like hold me food hostage because you are so cruel sometimes."
The heroine just laughed at her partner. One second she was dead serious and willing to go to any lengths to get a scoop on the next be story, then right after she was overly dramatic and silly. "I just like keeping at least one secret from you," she smiled softly at her partner and pulled out her cell. "Do you want the usual?"
"Yes, please. Oh, get me one of those fizzy glass bottle drinks too," She said with a dreamy sigh. "They are so good. I have only gotten them at the Asian market a few times, but I really like them."
Santana just nodded as the phone rang on the other end. "Moshi Moshi," She said softly with a big smile on her face. "Ogenki desu ka, Masaki-san?"
They had been partners for over a year, sometimes it still amazed Brittany how little she knew about Santana. They talked every day. She knew all the little things, or so she liked to think. But by her count, Santana spoke at least 5 languages fluently. She knew Santana traveled a little during and after college, but she never stopped surprising her sometimes.
"HEADS UP!" Was all Brittany heard before a hand came in front of her face, grabbed the football from hitting her. She looked confused when she saw the ball in Santana's hands.
"Puckerman," Santana barked out looking not at all impressed with the antics of the sports department. "If you are going to screw around, do it downstairs." She threw the ball back towards the guys. Sam jumped up to catch it. It nearly knocked him down, maybe the heroine but a little extra push behind it.
The young blonde man just shook his hands a little, "Good God. Where did you learn to throw like that?"
Santana wasn't even thinking when she did it, most of the time when it came to Brittany and danger, her actions just…happened. "I..Um…"
Brittany just rolled her eyes, "She grew up on a farm. You throw hay bales and see how much muscle you end up with."
Puck just laughed, "Yea, Sam. You would still be in shape if you went to the gym with me. The only exercise you get now is beating off."
"Screw you, Puck." Sam hissed out as he walked towards Brittany and a very pissed off Santana. "So, what are you guys doing tonight?"
Brittany couldn't help but notice Santana's posture stiffen. She leaned over and straightened Santana's glasses. They had fallen a little lopsided from her leap to grab the ball before it hit Brittany. "We have plans tonight."
Santana swallowed hard. Whenever Brittany got in her personal space without any warning, she became little nervous. "We do?"
Brittany smiled at her, as she ran her hand down her arm. "Yep. You have to pack your stuff for the next couple days and come over tonight. That way we can leave," She said softly eyeing two men out of the corner of her eye. "First thing in the morning."
Santana just stammered unrecognizable words. She knew that Brittany was doing it to get rid of the boys, but it still made her a little jumpy. "Lunch!" She finally spoke out clearly. "I need to go get it. It will be ready by the time I get across town."