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 6: Advice

After a couple of hours of waiting on the police, interviewing witnesses and trying to find a connection between the men before the Daily Planet break it, team Lopez-Pierce was still at a dead end. Brittany had been acting weird since Santana got to the scene of the robbery. Of course she knew why, she had to play stupid.

After Brittany had kissed Superwoman, there was almost complete silence from Brittany. She said Thank you again and that was about it. Santana tried to coax her into talking. She was pretty sure she was more embarrassed than anything.

"Britt, we've been staring at the same papers for a like an hour. We still haven't found a connection," Santana shrugged a little. "It's almost 5. We should both probably go home and pack our stuff up. Holly wants up in the hotel and getting the surveillance equipment set up first thing."

Brittany just nodded, "Yea sure. We should get going. Are you going to take a cab to my place first thing in the morning?" She asked as she started to clean up the materials at their joined desks.

"That sounds good. It would probably be best if we went together to begin with," She watched Brittany absently mindedly muddle around with their research. "Britt, are you alright? I can't imagine how scary that car thing was," She trailed off a little. She wasn't sure if it was having the life scared out of her or the kissing Superwoman that had Brittany so frazzled. Honestly, she should have pulled away before the blonde had done it. If they had been in the street around people, she most likely would have. But on the bank roof out of site…she was more or less giving into her human nature.

"Can I tell you something and you not…like judge me?" She looked up Santana with concern written all over her face.

"Of course you can, Britt." She had been almost as eager as Brittany had been the last couple of hours. The blonde would undoubtedly get herself in trouble again at some point. Most likely the time frame would be in the near future. She wouldn't know how to act, even as Superwoman.

"Well, I told you most of what happened today," She sounded a little sad, Santana could hear the strain in her partner's voice. "So I was all over the place right after Superwoman saved me. I was scared and shaky. I was just a mess in general…" She rubbed her hands up and down her arms. "When she asked me if I was okay, I kind of panicked….I panicked and kissed her." Brittany looked down at her feet and sighed, "I don't even really know why I did it. It was so stupid. She's saved me at least twenty times in the last like 6 months…I just go and do something stupid."

"Brittany," Santana grabbed Brittany's hand, trying to coax the blonde into looking at her. "I'm sure plenty of people have kissed her, tried to give her money, buy her things, or even something more extravagant to thank her. You had a near death experience…I'm sure she doesn't think anything bad about you because of it. Did you want to kiss her…I mean, like before the whole thing?"

Brittany's face contorted in to a confused look. "Who wouldn't?" She asked sharply, "I mean, look at her. She just gives and gives, never asking for anything in return. She had dedicated her life to the safety of the whole world." She shrugged. "I mean, who wouldn't want to feel connected to that kind of selflessness and greatness even for a second."

Santana didn't know what to think about her partner's answer. She was about to say something when Brittany spoke up again.

"But from a romantic stand point, that would be so selfish." She shuffled to start packing up her briefcase. "She isn't just for one person, she's here for the world. Besides, she could have anyone on the planet if she wanted. What would make me so special?"

Santana squeezed her hand softly, "Because you're Brittany. You are special."

The journalist just smiled at her partner, pulling away slowly. She threw her briefcase over her shoulder. "You have to say stuff like that. You're my best friend." She bumped her shoulder against Santana's, "Remember Lopez, bright and early tomorrow. We have a busy day as newlyweds," She teased softly as she walked towards the elevator.

Santana just sighed as she watched Brittany leave. She wasn't sure if she should be excited or sad about the conversation. She's for the world..not just for one person. Even if she could date Brittany as just Santana Lopez, she knew she wouldn't be able to keep it a secret forever.' Sorry, honey. I have to return a redbox movie so we can't go to dinner' would be a really lame excuse to have to skip out to save someone. Would Brittany want to be with her if she knew who she was? Would she change her mind if she knew Santana had been having her own real life at the same time as being Superwoman. Would she be able to handle her in and out in the middle of the night…? She didn't have time to think about all of this. It was Thursday, that meant homemade enchiladas.

After making sure she had everything packed for the morning, including hiding the surveillance equipment in her luggage, she was ready to go. Hoodie, jeans and tennis shoes.

She landed softly in the field behind her childhood home. She made her way through the side door. "Mami, Papi, Hi." She called out to her parents.

"Mija, I was wondering when you were going to get here," Maribel Lopez smiled kissing daughter on both cheeks.

Her dad walked into the kitchen, whipping some grease off of his hands. "I saw the news today. You were super busy today, huh, mija?"

Santana just shook her head and rolled her eyes, "Papi, you're never going to get sick of that lame joke are you?"

Miguel just shrugged his shoulders, "I'll get sick of it when it stops making your mami laugh."

"Jesus," She huffed out and just rolled her eyes. "Did you get the tractor fixed yet? Everything out there looks kind of over grown."

"I figured out what it is, I'm just waiting on the part to come into the hardware store." He nodded a little. "But it might be a week, so if you have a little time after dinner do you mind helping?"

She just nodded and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll clear the field after dinner, Papi. I still can't believe you won't actually retire." Her parents were in their mid-thirties the fateful night she was found. Her mom worked at a small super market as the produce manager. Her dad was a foreman on of a construction company for almost 35 years now. They had the farm, but it had never been huge. A few acres with a barn. A few cows, chickens, and a goat. Nothing extremely exiciting.

"Santana, honey, I'm just reviewing blue prints from home. It's not like I'm spending fifty hours a week like I was before," He said softly nudging her on the shoulder. "Besides, your mother has so much going on I have to keep myself busy somehow."

Her mom just smiled from across the dining room. "But my bridge games and book clubs don't keep too busy to not spend time with you, Honey."

Santana just rolled her eyes. Her parents had been married for nearly 40 years. It still amazed her that they were still so in love. She hoped that she would have that one day. The brunette started setting the table for dinner, making small talk with her parents.

Going home for dinner with them made her feel almost normal. She knew from a very early age she was different. Her parents never made her feel that way. They tried to give as much normalcy as possible growing up. She was dragged back into reality when she heard her partner's name.

"So how is Brittany?" Her mom asked curiously as they cleaned up the kitchen together.

"She is…" She hovered off of the floor putting the dishes in the cupboard, "Brittany. Driven, busy, hard to keep up with, a little crazy…but good crazy."

"So, when are you going to woman up and ask her out?" Maribel asked softly setting some freshly baked goods on the table.

"Mami," Santana winded softly. "You know it's not that simple, especially not with Brittany."

"Mija, you can't keep living for everyone else and not for yourself. I know how important your role in this world is. You are here for a reason," She kissed her daughter on the forehead. "But that reason isn't just for everyone else. You need to make yourself happy too."

Santana pondered her mother's words as she was finishing up baling some hay for her dad. It hadn't taken her long to get the fields cut and mowed. Sometimes, she liked to take her time doing the rest. It gave her time to think and focus. It was nice being out it in the country. Just hearing frogs, crickets, and sometimes the cows, it was better than the hustle of the city.

She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She put down the baling wire and pulled her phone out of her pocket. She saw the name light up on the display and she smiled. "Hello," She said softly.

"Bangladesh and Portugal today, huh?" The soft voice on the other side of the phone teased. "You couldn't take 3 seconds to stop in Paris and see me?"

Santana just smiled a little, as she sat down on one of the hay bales. "I would have if I hadn't been on my way to Masaki's for Japanese food. I was out getting lunch for me and a co-worker. I just happened to get called on the way."

"A co-worker? Don't play dumb with me, Santana Lopez. How is Brittany anyway?"

Santana just smiled to herself. "I was going to call you once I got back to Metropolis."

"Oh yea, it's just after dinner time there. It's Thursday. You're at your folks right?"

"Yep, family dinner night. I told you last week if you wanted to come, Mami would have to see you." She leaned back letting her feet dangle. "So, Brittany kissed Superwoman today."

"Well you don't sound too happy about it.. I'm surprised you didn't piss yourself in excitement."

Santana started to float a few feet off the ground around the barn. "Don't be a bitch," she exhaled softly. "I'm really not sure how to feel about it. It makes Santana Lopez asking her out so much more complicated."

"Because she has a huge lady boner for Superwoman? Half of the people on the fucking planet do Santana. As if that's a damn news flash."

"But with Brittany it's different." She huffed a little, "It's different because we work together and we're best friends. If we start dating and I have to make up stupid excuses to go save someone, she'll quickly put two and two together."

"Or she will get sick of you bailing. She'll decide to stop seeing you. That will complicate your work life and burden your friendship." The other person said softly.

"Exactly, I just don't know what to do, you know?" She sighed softly, "She just kind of snuck up on me out of nowhere."

"Did you talk to her about the whole kiss thing as Superwoman or Santana?"

Santana nodded to herself, recalling both conversations. "As Superwoman she said sorry like 5 times. I was about to talk to her more but there was another call for help across the city," she had saved a woman from being abducted just after the bank robbery earlier that day as well. "When I asked her at the Daily Planet, I asked her. She said kind of what you did about everyone having a crush on Superwoman. But, she said if there was a romantic interest on her part it would just be selfish. Superwoman was for the whole world. She said Superwoman could have whoever she wanted, what would make her so special."

"Well, what did you say to that, San?"

"I told her she was special…"She gritted her teeth a little. "Then she said I had to say that I was her friend, then she left the office."

"I wish I had some advice for you. I guess, just wait it out a little longer."

Santana agreed, "Hhmm…so are you coming to family dinner next week or do you have another photoshoot?"

"I have another photoshoot. But tell your parents hello for me. I'll make it sometime this month. But only if I have a ride."

"I'll come get you. Mami is getting desert all ready. I'm going to go. But I'll make sure to come have lunch with you next week."

"Alright. I'll text you when we can make time."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, S."

She finished up the chores for her dad. She spent a couple more hours with her parents before she decided to call it a night. She had a big day coming up.

Santana knocked on the door to Brittany's apartment, luggage and coffee in hand. She opened the door when she heard a soft, come in being called to her. "Britt, I brought coffee and breakfast."

Brittany come into the living room wrapped in at towel, with her wet hair in a loose bun. "You are such a life saver." She took the cup of coffee out of Santana's hand and took huge sip of it. "Did you get this from downtown," she asked before she disappeared into her bed room.

"Yea. I went down there this morning." She shrugged as she made her way into the kitchen. She reached up into the cabinet and got a plate. The shorter girl put the muffins in the microwave. "You said be ready early, but I knew you wouldn't be."

A couple minutes later Brittany came out of her bedroom dressed a little more casual than she did for work. Dark wash jeans, a dark green v-neck shirt, with her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. "You still didn't have to go all the way across town to get these for me."

"It wasn't a big deal. I had to run and errand anyway," she said matter of factly before offering Brittany the other muffin. "I had to go pay my water bill. I forgot to do it."

"Well, I still appreciate it." She said softly as she rubbed Santana's arm. "I'll be ready shortly. I did at least pack last night."

True to her word, Brittany didn't take long to get ready. They were at the hotel about an hour later. Checking in was taking longer than either of them had thought it would. They were early, but Holly had requested early check-in when she booked the room for the out of town newlyweds.

Santana whipped her head around when she felt Brittany's hand on her lower back. Watching the receptionist closely, she hissed as she spoke. "What are you doing, Brittany?"

The journalist leaned close and nuzzled the side of Santana's neck. She ran her nose against Santana's earlobe. "We are checking into the honeymoon suit, Santana. We should act like newlyweds." She bit her tongue to stop from laughing when she noticed Santana's face turn bright red.

The heroine nodded her head softly, "Fine. But you are taking this way too seriously."

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