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 7: The Lopierces

"Mrs. Lopez," The young man called out softly, as he hit the button to the 6th floor, "Are you going to need any ice for the champagne in your room?" He turned his head and give them a bright smile. "It's complimentary to the honeymoon suite."

Santana was about to speak when Brittany kissed her on the cheek, surprising the heroine and the young man in the elevator with them.

"It's actually Lopez-Pierce. We are both still getting used to it, aren't we honey," The blonde nudged her partner in the side. "Thank you," she leaned over to read his name tag. "Ethan. I think we'll be good. It's too early in the day to be drinking anyway. We have other things to keep us busy." She put her arm around Santana's waist, pulling the small girl into her. "Don't we sweetie?"

Santana felt all of the blood rush to her face. She could get hit by a car and not get hurt. She could swim to the bottom of the ocean without drowning. But just the right words or actions from Brittany, she was completely powerless. "Yea," she croaked out softly. She coughed in her hand to clear her throat.

Once they hit the sixth floor, Brittany was quick to dismiss Ethan. She tipped him generously. He let them know if they needed anything just to call the front desk. Brittany looked behind her while Santana tried to open the door. Ethan was staring at them as he waited for the door to close. The blonde couldn't help herself. She and Santana were probably going to be the only thing interesting happening to the poor boy all day. She winked at him and smacked Santana on the ass, just as the doors closed.

The brunette squeaked out in surprise. It obviously didn't hurt, but it for sure took her by surprise. "Brittany." She said with a warning tone. She shook her head and tried to get the key to open the door again.

Brittany was hovering behind her. One hand on the door above her shoulder, her head leaning over the other side to watch what Santana was doing, "San, why don't you let me try? I think I can get it. You've tried like 7 times."

Santana just huffed out as she turned around effectively trapping herself between the door and Brittany. She was going to speak, but the close proximity to Brittany made her brain stop. She almost fainted when she felt Brittany lean in closer to her. She was sure her partner was going to kiss her.

"See, got it." Brittany teased softly. The journalist had put her own key in the door and opened it while Santana wasn't paying attention. She pushed Santana into the room gently by her waist, "Don't worry. I've got our bags, honey."

They took a few minutes to look around. The suite was huge, considering that the hotel was a little smaller. It was only 7 stories. The Dailey Planet was much taller. But it was one of historic buildings of Metropolis.

Santana threw her suit case on the bed, letting out a small sigh. "Did you think the honeymoon suit was really necessary, Britt? Holly most have paid a ton of money to get it booked. Especially getting it booked early in the day…"

Brittany just shrugged, "Well, if we are going to play the part of newly weds, why not have the best?" She smiled to herself, while taking stuff on out of her suitcase.

The small brunette grabbed her garment bag and hung it in the closet. "We are up here to do gather information and watch who comes in and out of the restaurant across the street," She smoothed out one of her button down shirt and hung it up, "Not play house."

Brittany just laughed at her partners serious demeanor. "Does that mean you don't want to play house and share the bed with me?"

Santana just huffed at Brittany, blushing furiously, "I should have known you made Holly spend money for this."

The blonde ran her fingers across her partner's hand, getting her attention. "I still didn't hear a no." She watched Santana' face contort between embarrassment, confusion, and finally defeat. "So, how about that champagne?"

The brunette looked over at the clock and sighed, "Britt. It's like 9 am. What the hell are you doing? You're the one playing the part so on point. Now that we have to start doing real work."

"Oh relax,babe." She giggled a little. "Holly told us yesterday that her source says the mob guys meet at like dinner time."

Santana opened her started to take all of the surveillance equipment out of her bag and lay it across the bed, "We still need to set this stuff up. Decide on a schedule of how we are going to watch the restaurant. We should do it in shifts so we don't go crazy."

Brittany just shrugged as she popped the cork out of the bottle. "San, you need to relax. This is basically a paid vacation." She poured to glasses and crossed the room towards her partner. "Drink one glass. We can go get lunch at that restaurant to learn the set up." She waved her hand over all the equipment, "You know I hate all of this computer stuff. So you can set it all up."

Santana took the glass from Brittany and just sat it on the night stand. "I figured I was just here for tech support anyway." Santana laughed to herself a little as she started to set everything up.

"I think I'm going to get in the hot tub," She skipped around the room excitedly, trying to not spill her champagne. "There are even jets for a massage. You need to loosen up some, San. You should lay down in there for a little bit too."

The heroine just shrugged. "I'll think about it. But if you are going to go, go soon. We should probably head out for an early lunch. That way we can check out the place early." She put the camera tripod up across the room. Setting up the long lens on it, she looked through it. She wanted to make sure it had decent clarity so Brittany could see too. It's not like she needed any of the equipment for herself.

This weekend was going to be long and hard. Brittany's flirting was already driving her insane, they hadn't even been on assignment for 4 hours. She left her suit at home just to be on the safe side. Superwoman wasn't going to appear at every cry for help this weekend. Emergencies of course, but cats stuck in trees, fender benders, and other small things could be handled by the police. She wouldn't really have excuses to up and leave Brittany.

"Britt, come on. Let's get ready to go soon. You've been in there an hour," She huffed out as she looked out the window at small restaurant. "I want to get in and get out."

Brittany came out of the adjoined bathroom in a robe, with her hair hanging down in loose curls. "I thought maybe I should look nice for our lunch."

"You look great, Britt. But you really need," Santana's ears perked up when she heard a key card slide into their door. The laptop was set up still sitting on the bed along with all of their research, files, and mug shots. "Shit…" She couldn't just super speed them away or just yell across the room with Brittany standing right in front of her. She grabbed the corner of blanket and threw it over the evidence. She grabbed Brittany by the waist and tossed her on the bed softly.

"What the hell, Santana? It took me…" She was cut off by Santana crawling above her and leaning down to kiss her cheek.

Santana was holding herself up above the confused blonde. The heroine looked down to see bright blue eyes staring back at her. Santana questioned for a second leaning down and kissing her. She froze when Brittany put her arms on her hips to rest. They both seemed at loss for words.

"Oh my." Both of them heard and their heads whipped towards the door. "I am so sorry," A small woman holding some towels and pushing a cleaning cart said. "I will leave. I am so so sorry." She bowed her head a little, "The front desk didn't tell me about an early check in today."

Sorry this update was a bit shorter than the last. I know where I want to take the story, but I've been working so much the writing isn't flowing like it had been in the preview chapter.

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