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 12: Real Heroes

Sunday wasn't nearly as enjoyable for Santana as Friday and Saturday with Brittany had been. Superwoman had been extremely busy all day. Metropolis wasn't even the worst of her problems. There was a bomb threat on the American Embassy in Japan, an oil tanker caught on fire off the coast of Alaska, and there was a mud slide in Nepal.

Her perception of time was a little skewed from being all over different parts of the world. When she finally got home to Metropolis it was already 5:26 in the morning on Monday. She wasn't tired. It wasn't like she needed to sleep. She had been in the sun for the better part of the day. She was just going to trade one suit for another and head into the office early.

Santana decided to take her time getting ready. There was really no rush. Holly didn't even get into the office until around 6:30. She and Brittany were supposed to be there by 8, but Brittany usually strolled in about 8:30. But typically by that point, at least for Brittany, she had been working a story for half the night to begin with.

Santana usually paid no attention to the articles about Superwoman, but she was a little early today. There was no harm in googling her alter ego and checking in on how things turned out after she left. She tilted her glassed down so her eyes could refocus on the Japanese Kanji on the page in front of her.

She was so focused in on the article she nearly jumped out of her seat when she felt hands rub down her shoulders. "Jesus Christ," She huffed out and re-adjusted her glasses. She thinks she heard a quiet good morning come out of her partner's mouth. She was about to her spin her chair around when Brittany's arms moved from her shoulder to give her a small hug. She was a little confused by this show of affection. Not that the weekend hadn't been full of little things like this but, all of that was while they were alone. Brittany had made it clear that she wanted to take things slow and work was work.

Santana nearly flipped her desk over when she felt Brittany's lips kiss the side of her neck softly. "Brittany," she hissed softly as she turned her chair around. "What are you doing?"

"Can't I say good morning to you?" She said softly, as she leaned down and put her hands on the arm rests of Santana's chair. "I was hoping that I would have seen you yesterday too, but I know you had a bunch of stuff to do around your place. I had a really nice weekend."

Santana just nodded in agreement. Brittany was leaning down, less than a foot away from Santana's face. "Yea, me too," was all that the heroine croaked out.

Brittany grabbed Santana's silk tie and ran her through her fingers. "There is only one thing that would have made Saturday night better," She said with a large smirk on her face. The blonde leaned in even close letting her lips run across Santana's cheek. She leaned in making her lips level with Santana's ear. "Do you know what that one thing is?"

Santana was completely lost and confused. This was not at all what they had talked about two days ago. It was still a little early, but she had seen Holly come in and even talked to her for a few minutes. The hero wasn't sure if she should just go with it or not, but if Brittany was going to start it she wasn't going to stop it. She turned her head a little to face Brittany, she could feel Brittany's breath on her lips. "What's that, Britt?"

"Coffee."

"What?" Santana asked roughly, still beyond confused by the whole exchange.

"I said, do you want coffee?" Brittany asked her a little more loudly this time.

Santana turned around from her desk to find Brittany standing behind her with two cups of coffee in her hands. The brunette shook her head and it finally sunk in, she had been day dreaming about Brittany. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and just nodded slowly. She sighed and took the cup out of Brittany's hands. "Thanks, Britt."

"Are you alright, Santana?" Brittany asked softly, as she brushed a strand of hair out of Santana's face. "You looked like you were nodding off when I got off the elevator."

"I guess I was a little more tired than I thought," She shrugged a little bit and took a sip of her coffee. "This is really good. Did you get it by the little shop just before the library?"

Brittany had walked around the front of Santana's desk to her own. "It still amazes me how you can tell what coffee came from what place." She sat her purse down on the desk and offered the brunette a sweet smile. "I know that their lattes are you favorite, even if you rarely take your coffee anything other than black. I figured you could use it. I know you said you had a lot to do yesterday."

Santana couldn't help but smile at Brittany's sweet gesture. Brittany had called her just after she had stopped a tour bus from over turning in New York. Her partner had asked her to go out to lunch, but Santana had heard another call for help almost as soon as she got everyone off the bus okay. She didn't want to promise anything to Brittany. She honestly wasn't sure how her day would turn out. "The good news is, the apartment has a new coat of paint. I'm resigning my lease in a few weeks, I wanted the place to look nice when they come do the inspection."

Brittany just laughed a little bit, "Santana, your apartment is always spotless when I come there. I can't imagine them not wanting to keep you as a tenant. It's still beyond me why you want the loft apartment 8 stories up."

"Most of it is because of the view," Santana laughed to herself a little bit. I can fly on and off my balcony whenever I want without any prying eyes. She thought for a second. "That and the rent is a little cheaper. It used to be an office building or something. They didn't want to spend the money to partition off the whole loft to make it more than one apartment."

"If you would have told me you were just going to be painting, I could have come over and helped." Brittany just shrugged a little as she started her computer up. "We could have had lunch from that little Italian place down from you."

"It was your day off, Britt. I wasn't going to try and put you to work," Santana couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "I didn't want you to spend all weekend with me and start to get sick of me."

"I'm sure I could never get sick of you, Santana Lopez." She smiled at the brunette broadly, before looking down to her computer. "Jeez, I knew Superwoman had been busy from the news reports, but Nepal, Japan, New York, Alaska…the list keeps going."

Santana just nodded. "I was reading the Japanese article when I started to zone out a little while ago." She leaned back in her chair and looked over towards Holly's door. She could hear her boss yelling loud and clear. Well, at least loud and clear to her.

"The boss does not look happy this morning," Brittany followed Santana's line of sight. "I don't even give it two minutes."

"For what, Bri…."

"LOPEZ, PIERCE. GET YOUR ASSES IN MY OFFICE NOW!"

"That." Brittany stood up from her desk and motioned towards Santana, "You coming slow poke?"

Santana got up and walked towards Brittany, "You might have longer legs than me, but I could out run you any day."

Brittany just rolled her eyes at her partner's comment. "You are the least competitive person I know, Santana. You would let me win because I'm your best friend."

Santana couldn't help but smile when she felt Brittany's hand on the small of her back. The blonde opened the door for both of them, ushering her through a little. "That's what you think, Pierce."

"This is the day from hell. I've had like two reports call in with the flu and a photographer." She pointed at towards her desk. "I spilt coffee all over my best white blazer." She threw her hands up in the air, "We got out sold this week by the Metropolis Star. I have been editor for 11 years and this is only the 6th time we have been out sold. Twice has been in the last month."

"Honestly boss," Brittany sat down and leaned back against the couch. "I was off all weekend. For once, I didn't work on work this weekend."

"Please for the love of Christ," Holly paced back and forth across from her desk to the couch the duo was sitting on. "Lopez, tell me you have something. An exclusive, inside scoop on anything, maybe finally a fucking solid connection on the St. James deal."

Santana let out a sigh and pushed her glasses up, "I actually took the whole weekend off too. But, I did have the MPD send over some more robbery report. Ones that occurred the same times the couple bank robberies did." She shrugged a little bit, "I'm going to go through those and find some other stuff."

"I need something from you guys," Holly finally sat down in her chair and sat her head down on her desk dramatically, "Fucking anything. I need something front page worthy."

Brittany just nodded, "We'll come up with something. I promise." Brittany stood up and offered her hand to Santana, "Let's go look over those reports, San."

A few hours later, Brittany nearly jumped across her desk waving a paper around towards Santana. "I think I found something, San. Come over here and look at this."

Santana grabbed the small piece of paper from her partner, "What am I supposed to be looking at, Brittany?"

The blonde tapped her pointer finger on the business name at the top of the report. "Techsheck. I know it sounds like some stupid mall kiosk tech store," She pointed down to the line listing of things that had been taken. "Apparently it is a small research facility. They specialize in sonic pulse research."

"Maybe we should go down there and talk to one of the researchers and see what we can find out," She grabbed the piece of paper and put it into a notebook.

"I couldn't find anything on their website or side blog. I mean, if it's a specialized project I wouldn't assume there would be any public notes of their work so far." Brittany grabbed her jacket as she stood up. "I think we should just go now and not tell the boss. I don't want to get her excited about something that could be a dead end."

"Good call, Britt." Santana grabbed her messenger back and threw it over her shoulder, "She looked like she was out for blood this morning. The last thing I want to be volunteered for is an all-nighter."

The blonde just laughed a little at her best friend, "You know we would both get volunteered for that." She smirked to herself when she looped her arm through Santana's and walked her towards the elevator. "Are you saying you wouldn't want to be stuck with me all night, Lopez?"

Santana wasn't going to get roped into any of Brittany's teasing games this morning. She had enough of that while they were undercover. "I didn't say that at all," She pushed the down button on the elevator. "If I'm going to get stuck with you all night with our current dating situation, I would sure as hell not want it to be at the Daily Planet." She smiled slyly to herself when she saw Brittany's face start to turn a little pink. It wasn't often she openly teased her best friend back. At least not in a romantic manner, but it seemed to work for her.

"Santana Lopez, are you flirting with me?" Brittany offered the brunette a small smile as she stepped into the elevator.

"I believe I just might be, Ms. Pierce," Santana hit the lobby button in the elevator and turned to Brittany just as the doors closed. Brittany was standing all in her personal when she turned around. "Britt," softly fell out of her lips when she realized how close the blonde was to her.

Brittany put her index finger underneath Santana's chin, "I do flirt back." She stated softly almost as a warning. The taller girl leaned down just enough to softly brush her lips against Santana's. The kiss was brief but very sweet. "I've wanted to do that since first thing this morning." Brittany pulled away from the brunette to give her some space.

Santana let out a content sigh when finally was able to process what Brittany said. "I have no complaints about either the action or the statement."

"Speaking of flirting, what do you think about Wednesday night for our second date? I know you wanted to take me out this time," Brittany bounced back and forth no the balls of her feet a little. "But, I was doing some research and most of the bars that have Salsa dancing only have it during the middle of the week because the weekends are like college nights. Sorry, I'm really not trying to hijack your date idea. I just wanted…"

Santana put her finger over Brittany's lips and just smiled at her. "I think Wednesday would be amazing. That means I don't have to wait until the weekend."

Brittany just smiled and nodded excitedly. She bumped her shoulder against Santana's when she heard the ding of the elevator. "Let's go get this done so we can get some lunch."

Techsheck was a dead end. Everything on the police report that had been stolen wasn't worth anything. The researcher that they had spoken to said some of the best project managers looked over the inventory and with the things that had been taken, they couldn't imagine anything being made with the combination.

"I think all of this is for sure related," Santana said as she threw down the last police report they had to go over. "Maybe if we take the lists of everything technology related and bring it to Dr. Cohen-Chang at Starlabs, maybe she can draw a road map of the connections."

Brittany just nodded a little as she rubbed her temples. "I'm sick of looking at all of the same junk. I don't know what any of this crap does or what in the actual hell they could use it all for." Brittany looked down at her watch and sighed. "We should call Dr. Cohen-Chang first thing in the morning. I doubt they work a 9-5 job, but I also don't think anyone will be in reception at 6:30 on a Monday night. I'm also ready to get out of here."

Santana nodded in agreement. She wrote herself a post-it note and attached it to her computer, "I'll call her as soon as I get in and see if we can get an appointment with her before lunch. We still have to look over the surveillance video from Techsheck."

"Alright, you are usually here so early anyway. I don't know why you don't sleep in more." Brittany stood up and grabbed her coat. The blonde layered her jacket on quickly and smiled down at her partner who was collecting her things too. "I know, you are still on a farm schedule even if you have been living away from home forever."

Santana just laughed when Brittany started to tease her. "I also like to go to the gym early sometimes. I know we work a lot. But we also get lunch and dinner out most days." The heroine threw her messenger back over her shoulder. "I do like to keep in shape."

The blonde blatantly looked her partner up and down. "Well, you don't have to worry about that. You are gorgeous."

"Like you have room to talk," Santana waved her hand up and down at Brittany. "You're so beautiful." The duo just stared at each other a little and carried a faint blush on their faces as they exited the office.

"I was starting to wonder when you were going to call me. I know you were so busy yesterday. I was basically chomping at the bit for you to tell me about your big date."

Santana took the scrub brush across the big S on the front of her suit and just sighed. "I didn't really have time. Brittany came over Saturday too."

"Oh, shit Santana. You guys aren't like fucking U-hauling already are you?"

Santana just flipped her iPad off, "No we are not. We've only kissed like 4 times. I'm not you."

"Screw you, S. We both know that was like one time. I can't help it. That Brazilian model was smoking hot. I was thinking with my twat not with my brain."

"Sometimes, it amazes me you haven't picked up a British or French accent living over there for so long," The brunette laughed to herself a little as she finished up her suit and moved onto her polishing her boots. "You've picked up a lot of other behaviors and phrases."

"Well, what do you expect when you live in a culture for almost 10 years? So are you going to give me details about your date?"

Santana carried the facetime call on with her long-time friend for almost an hour before she heard the first real cry of help for the day. So much for a keeping her uniform clean.

Tuesday and Wednesday's work days just kind of melted together. Dr. Cohen-Chang was out of the office on a conference until Thursday. But Santana did manage to get them an appointment with her first thing Friday morning.

Luckily for the Daily Planet, there was a political protest at the court house around the middle of the day Tuesday. Brittany and Santana had been sent down to check it out when the shoving matches started. No one was seriously hurt, but Brittany got an exclusive with Superwoman once she finished breaking up the crowds. Sales were up and Holly was off their back, at least for a couple days.

She was a little worried about Brittany. She knew there was something wrong with her best friend on Tuesday, when all she had for lunch was a salad. The heroine had gone to her favorite Italian restaurant and brought them lunch back after running to the police station. Brittany just said she had a little bit of a headache and wasn't feeling too hungry. Santana let it go but kept an eye on her.

Today, the blonde left a little early with a much worse headache. Santana told her she didn't mind rescheduling their date if Brittany had really been feeling that bad. Brittany promised her it was just from a lack of sleep from the night before. She was going to go home relax a little bit and she would be perfectly fine by the time Santana would be there to pick her up.

Santana smoothed her dress out with her fidgeting hands. Her palms were sweaty and her knees were a little shaky. She flew into the Sun and didn't sweat. She stopped a rocket from plummeting back to Earth. But the idea bringing Brittany out for a second date made her… feel well, completely human, a nervous wreck. The heroine knocked in the door lightly and let herself in when she heard a faint, 'Come in.' "Brittany, take your time if you need to finish up. I know I'm a little early."

Santana felt her heart drop in her chest when she heard a small cry come from the bathroom down the hall. "Britt, are you okay?"

When she didn't get a real response, she tilted her glasses down to use her X-ray vision. Brittany was wrapped up in a blanket, sitting against the tub near the toilet. "Britt, honey, I'm going to open the door, okay?" Santana opened the door and sighed when she saw Brittany sitting on the floor. She put her hand on Brittany's forehead. "Oh, Britt. You're burning up. Why didn't you call me?"

Brittany sighed a little and finally looked up at the brunette. "I was looking forward to our date. I thought I was just tired."

"You probably have the flu. It's been going around the Planet. I need to get you in bed," Santana leaned down to put her arm around Brittany's waist when the sick girl scurried away a little. "B, you need to let me help you."

"Santana, you should leave. I don't want to get you sick." Brittany croaked out softly as she grabbed to side of the tub to try and stand up.

"Britt, you ate half of my sandwich on Monday, drank some of my coffee yesterday, and made my try your scone this morning," She put her arm around Brittany's waist and hoisted her up with ease. "If I'm going to get sick from you, it's already incubating in my body."

The blonde tried to argue with her a little more on the way to her bedroom, but Santana wasn't having it. She got Brittany tucked into bed and emptied a small trash can to put beside her bed. "I'm going to run to the store for a little bit. I know you don't have anything here to eat in your condition. I'll get some chick broth, jello, and juice for you. I know you're not going to want to eat much, but you need something."

"Santana, you don't have to do that. I'll be okay. Just go home and try not to catch whatever I have." Brittany coughed a little bit.

"Brittany, don't argue with me." She leaned down and kissed the blonde on the forehead gently. "You're burning up too. I'll bring some fever medicine too." Santana smiled down at the blonde, "I'll be back soon, okay?" The brunette started to walk away when she felt a hand on her wrist.

"I didn't tell you when you first came in how beautiful you look." Brittany said bashfully as she rubbed her thumb in circles around Santana's wrist. "You look amazing."

"Thank you, Britt," Santana looked down at the ground and smiled to herself, "Don't think flirting with me is going to get you your way, Brittany. I am coming back."

"I'm glad you're coming back," She offered a weak smile to the brunette. "I do want to spend my evening with you."

True to her word, Santana wasn't gone too long. Of course, she could have been back in 3 minutes with everything. But, it wasn't like Brittany didn't need to rest anyway. She went home and changed too. Her partner was asleep when she got back from the store. Santana warmed up some chicken broth for the sick woman. Any calls for help tonight were going to get ignored. She knew other people might need her, but Brittany needed her more.

Brittany managed to eat a half a bowl of soup accompanied with a small piece of bread. She exhausted herself just eating. Santana knew what she needed most was rest. After she cleaned up the kitchen and put the dishes away she went back into Brittany's bedroom to find her best friend dozing off.

She leaned down and put her hand on the blonde's forehead. "Hey, Britt," She said softly trying to get her partner's attention.

"Hmh," Brittany groaned out almost inaudibly. Her eyes fluttered open a little. She smiled at her partner. "Did I fall asleep?"

"You did and you need to go back to sleep," Santana brushed her bangs out of her face and smiled at her. "I put your phone right beside your bed. Call me tonight if you need anything. I'll come right back okay? Anytime tonight. Even at 3 am okay?"

"No," Brittana protested a little. She turned over on her side a little, "Will you stay here?"

"Of course," Santana smiled at her. "You do need to sleep though. I'll go hang out in the living room. I brought my laptop anyway. I can do some work."

"No, I mean…"Brittany blushed a little bit when she scooted back in the bed, "Will you stay in here with me tonight?"

Santana just nodded. "Of course I will, Britt." Santana took her hoodie off and put it on the dresser. She let herself in bed beside Brittany and leaned back against the pillows. "Do you want the T.V. off so you can sleep?"

"It's like 7:30 Santana," She laughed out weakly. "You can leave it on. You can watch whatever. I honestly will probably just fall asleep anyway." The blonde curled up into her best friend's side and laid her head on the brunette's chest. "Thank you for taking care of me. You're like my own personal Super Hero."

Santana ran her fingers through Brittany's hair. "I think this might be better than Salsa dancing anyway."

Sorry it took so long to get an update together. The holidays were very busy for me. But, I just wanted to thank everyone who reviews, favorited, and followed. It means so much to me. My tumblr asks are open as well. My URL has changed. But, it has been updated in my profile!