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 8: Domestic Brittana
Santana still wasn't sure what had been running through her mind when she had thrown Brittany onto the bed. She could have just easily made it to the door or hollered out they didn't need anything. She knew for a fact Brittany hadn't heard anyone at the door. Between her body language and her actions Santana felt that impromptu kiss wasn't unwanted. Brittany's hands on her waist. The few split seconds she kissed back before the door was pushed open. Even the overly irritated huff when Santana quickly got to apologize to the lady. After the woman dismissed herself quietly, Santana turned around to find an empty bed. Brittany had escaped to the bathroom to get ready for lunch.
Santana leaned her head back and sighed, "Stupid, Lopez. Fucking stupid." She sat down on the bed and hunched forward and waited for Brittany to get done getting ready for lunch.
"It wasn't stupid, Santana," Brittany spoke softly as she walked out of the bathroom all changed and ready to go. "It was just really unexpected."
Santana stood up and rubbed the back of her neck. "I just heard the door start to open and reacted. I didn't want to blow our cover. With the camera set up and paperwork everywhere. I just…"
Brittany walked up to her and put her fingers on the Latina's lips. "San, I said it's okay," The blonde walked across the room and grabbed her purse. "Usually people don't' get to kiss me without buying me dinner first." She grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her towards the door of the hotel room. "But I'll settle for you buying me lunch."
Santana straightened her glasses a little and let Brittany pull her towards hall way. "I think with all the dinners I have bought we could probably make out for hours." She said matter of factly.
Brittany pushed the down button on the elevator. "Too bad the elevator ride isn't hours long."
Santana cleared her throat and started to blush. "I didn't mean…That's not…"
Brittany started to laugh lightly when Santana's embrassasment started to show. "San, I was just teasing you," She pulled the other girl towards the elevator. "But I will say you aren't a bad kisser."
Santana hit the 'lobby' button on the control panel. "I guess I should take that as a compliment?"
Brittany ran her fingers cross the brunette's arms and smiled, "Yes, you really should." She shifted to the side a little. "Do you think you'll ever want to get married?"
"For a long time I did," Santana shifted uncomfortably and just started to look around. "I like traveling. Our jobs keep us really busy. There's so much other stuff going on in my life…" She paused for a second and clicked her tongue. "I don't think it's impossible. I feel like if I met the right person I would want too. I just don't see it being a priority anytime soon. "
"I feel the same way. I mean," She grabbed Santana's hand as soon as the door opened and started to pull her out of the elevator. "My parents got married super young and they have still very happy. I thought about it when I was a little younger. But as I got a little older. I guess I never saw myself getting married before I was like 35 or my career was really solid."
"Brittany Pierce is a household name," The heroine said softly, trying to encourage her partner. "You know that's not just in Metropolis. I think it's safe to say your career is pretty solid, Britt."
"Well, I only have one Pulitzer." Brittany threw her head back and laughed softly walking toward the curb as she and Santana exited the hotel. "Maybe that should be my goal."
Santana thought maybe she missed something, but often Brittany would start to think in her head and think she actually said something out loud. "What's your goal, Brittany?"
"Maybe I'll seriously start thinking about dating and settling down when I have my second one!" She clapped excitedly. Not even paying attention to the briefcase sitting on the ground. It belonged to who she could only assume was a business man, who was sitting on the bench.
Santana reacted out quickly before Brittany could topple of it into oncoming traffic. She grabbed her softly by the hips and pulled the blonde into her arms. "Well, let's hope you make it long enough to find the story worth it."
Brittany blushed a little still standing in Santana's arms. She leaned down and kissed Santana on the cheek. "I guess I have my own personal superhero today?" She teased softly.
The heroine just shook her head and put her hands into her pockets, smiling shyly. "As much as Superwoman saves you, I doubt you need me for much heavy lifting."
"I just am attracted to dangerous situations. That," she waved her hand and pointed back towards the front of the hotel, "was me being clumsy."
The restaurant was dead when they walked in. It was still pretty early for any real lunch rush. It was only eleven am. They decided to examine the small building separately. Brittany would see if any business transactions looked shady. Santana was in charge of keeping her from getting too noisy.
The brunette had used her x-ray vision for to scan the building. But nothing was out of the ordinary, no lead lined rooms here. Some of the wiring and a few boards behind the walls looked like they needed to be caught up to code. But that didn't warrant any interest from her or Brittany.
She was caught off guard when Brittany's index finger whipped across the bottom of her lip. "Hon, you had sauce on the corner of your mouth. But, " she licked her finger quickly and put a small smile on her face. "I got it all for you."
Santana just nodded absent mindedly. This weekend was going to be the end of her. She was going to end up saying or doing something stupid. Brittany was pushing all of her buttons. Of course, it was in a good way. But she couldn't handle much more if this 'domestic Brittana'. Holly came up with that nickname after they got their first bi-line together.
Almost as if Holly could tell Santana was thinking about her, the brunette's phone rang. She could tell by the ring tone. "Sweetie, looks like my mom is calling. I'm going to go outside and take it okay?"
Brittany just smiled and nodded, "Okay. Tell her I said hi." The blonde journalist watched carefully as their waitress asked her if they needed anything else.
"So if you don't mind me asking," The waitress shifted on the balls of her feet. "How long have you two been together?"
"We got married pretty recently," Brittany said softly trying to fake a big smile. She didn't anticipate being asked anything while they were out. "We've just now both found the time off to take a short honeymoon. We'll do a bigger one eventually."
"So did you date a really long before you got married?" She motioned towards Brittany's ring, "That girl has some serious taste by the way."
Brittany almost forgot she had the stupid thing on. It wasn't her first time in an engagement ring, but that wasn't the point. "We dated close to a year before she proposed to me. She was so nervous. I can still make her fidget very easily. She's a pretty private person. I'm much the opposite." She wasn't exactly lying. She had Santana had been partners about a year now. Her brunette counter-part was also very private about her life. "We were engaged about six months, then we got married about a month ago."
"I hope I look as happy as you two look one day." The waitress smiled at the journalist with a big cheesy grin. "Well, I hope you both have a great rest of your day and honeymoon. " She left the check on the table and walked away.
Santana walked back into the small restaurant just as the waitress walked away, "You looked very chatty," She teased the blonde softly.
"When am I not 'running for office' or whatever you want to call it?" Brittany just rolled her eyes and leaned back onto the booth.
"You could talk to anyone for hours, Britt," Santana leaned down to grab the check when Brittany snatched it away. "What are you doing?
"Paying for lunch," She stood up out of the booth and pulled her wallet out of her purse. "You usually won't take my money. So figured it would get it before you could," She put cash down with the bill and left it on the table.
"I thought I was paying," she shifted on her feet a little nervously. "I mean, after what you said earlier about having to buy you a meal first."
Brittany grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the restaurant. "Maybe that's why I bought you lunch first." The blonde laughed as her partner's face turned bright red. She could even see Santana's ears start to turn a little pink, "So what did Holly want?"
"She has some more surveillance stuff for us to get," Santana looked across the street and made her way to the cross walk and pulled Brittany with her. "I'll just run across town and pick the stuff up. That way you can keep watch for a while."
"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you or go pick that stuff up?" Brittany asked quietly as she pulled the hotel lobby door open for Santana.
"I'm less likely to get caught up or put myself into a dangerous situation," Just as the words left her mouth she heard louder cries for help. She had tried to tune them out through lunch, but they were getting more and more frequent and loud. She looked up at the TV in the hotel lobby.
"Now the aid forces in India are also getting stuck in the mud from the sudden flash flood." The reporter pointed across a few charts, "These are a typical rain measurements for this time of year," she waved her hand over the chart. "You can see that this is almost eighteen percent more rain fall in this area and that's just from last night …:
Santana tuned out the rest and looked at Brittany, "I'm going to run that errand really quick. I shouldn't be gone more than an hour I wouldn't think." She pulled Brittany towards her by the waist and kissed her on the cheek. "Text me if you can think of anything you want me to bring back." She had to make as much time up as possible. She didn't bring her suit with her, so she had to run home. A few seconds never seemed like much, but it might make the difference between one life saved or maybe even twenty. She really couldn't take the chance. Superwoman couldn't be off duty all weekend.
Brittany didn't even have time to answer her before Santana was out of the lobby door. She just sighed and made her way up to their room.
The clean-up took a lot longer than expected. Santana was gone almost seven hours. She had called Brittany several times to let her know she had found a lead while she was double checking some of their files. Luckily during her speed reading at her apartment she did find a connection with the lawyer and all of the robbers from the planet robbing.
Santana pushed the door to their hotel room open, "Britt. Sorry it took so long. I grabbed us Mexican for dinner," She looked around the hotel room when Brittany didn't answer. The TV was on and the bathroom door was wide open. She started to panic when she heard a loud cough. She super sped do the doorway and stopped just before she would have come into Brittany's view. "Oh Britt," is all that came out of her mouth when she saw Brittany leaning over the toilet puking.
Brittany sighed when she felt a hand on the small of her back, "Your lead better be good." She almost laughed out softly, "I guess this is how you feel, when I take off for hours."
Santana pulled back Brittany's hair and rubbed her back softly. "I'm not going to say I told you so, but you shouldn't have gotten those sushi rolls from a gas station called Gus' place. I told you I would bring dinner back."
Brittany just groaned as she leaned over the side of the toilet. "Well, I would have liked to go out for dinner, but someone had to go get stuff from Holly….it took them an 'hour'…"
Santana gritted her teeth as she watched Brittany empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Her partner was right though. She could have made it to the Daily Planet and back from the hotel in an hour, but of course, Super Woman was needed. She knew this weekend was going to be hard keeping her second self hidden. "I'm sorry it took so long, Britt. I feel guilty that you feel so bad."
Brittany just shook her head no and leaned her forehead against the back of the toilet. "You're going to be punished enough later," The blonde stood up and walked to the sink to brush her teeth. "Now you have stay in bed with me and watch Disney movies until I feel better. Hopefully tomorrow morning will be better. I hope it's only mild food poisoning."
Santana saw Brittany shifting on her feet unsteadily so she put her arm around her waist. "Don't try and walk." She picked Brittany up bridal style and carried her towards the bed. She sat her down gently, "Wait here for a few seconds. I'm going to get you some ginger ale and some crackers."
By the time Santana got back into the room, Brittany had curled herself up under the covers and found a movie on TV. "At least that didn't take seven hours," the blonde teased softly. She patted the space on the bed beside her. "Punishment time, Lopez. Beauty and the Beast is on TV." Santana just nodded at her partner's request.
About an hour later, Brittany had moved completely so she was laying across Santana. The blonde's arm was around her waist and her head was on Santana's chest. "I know we talked about the whole marriage thing, but have you ever been in love before. Like seriously head over heels?"
Santana felt herself start to panic. This whole situation was rough enough as it was. Brittany was just way more open about things than she was. "I was once. Very much in love." Santana stated softly as she started to hear, Brittany's breathing slow down.
"What happened? Did you think that it was the love of your life?" Brittany asked trying to fight off a yawn. It was still really early, but the whole being sick wiped her out.
"Well, I was in high school and I was very young. Only sixteen," She started to think about to her younger days. The development of her powers, hiding from everyone, and then her crush on the head cheerleader. "We dated for a couple of years. Even through my first year of college," Her mystery saves started to become more and more frequent. She couldn't keep hiding forever. It wasn't until Metropolis that she put on a suit, but her superhero alter ego started to develop way before. "We were long distance then that started to become too much, we decided to break up. For a while I thought she was the love of my life," She heard Brittany's heart beat slow down to a steady pace along with her breathing. "But now I know better," She spoke out softly to herself. Brittany had fallen asleep in her arms.
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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