Chapter 1: Dwarf Sun

A.N. Okay so this is sort of like disability except not. Extreme hatred/bashing towards Finn and Shue you've been warned. Special thanks to GleeSQB for the help with this story. Slightly based off Maroon 5's No Curtain Call.

Happy Thanksgiving!

- Jessica

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She put her ear buds in as if her best friend wasn't blabbing to her. It was relaxing. The nice cool, soothing, and quiet tones of All Time Low passing through her ear drums and straight to her brain.

But then that was quickly over when she felt the freezing cold liquid hit the back of her neck and slide down her shirt.

She immediately took off her shirt not caring she was in the middle of a crowded hallway. She then changed it to her Batman tank top, the one that had little batman logos making a bigger one, it's her favorite. If someone got slushy on this then they would have to answer to her fist and probably Matt because he was super over protective.

"Sannie! Stop changing in the middle of the hallway, you silly duck!" Her best friend, Brittany slapped her shoulder causing the Brunette to shrug noncommittally.

She was used to this get slushied, change her shirt, get berated by Brittany and if he was around, Clayten.

This time was different though she a couple felt pairs of eyes on her back. She tuned into her super hearing to see if she could hear anybody breathing unevenly. She didn't so she ignored it, took Britt's hand and walked her to her class so she wouldn't get lost.

Santana Lopez was special. In a couple ways. The first and less noticeable, if she could control it, she had superpowers. Telepathy, super speed, heat absorption, telekinesis, super hearing, super sight, and her personal favorite pyrokinesis. The ability to make and manipulate fire. She's not really sure how she got them, just that one day her dad was working in his lab and a giant explosion blew up her old house. Both her and her Papi were okay. More than okay, if you will.

The second. She had a fully functioning penis dangling between her legs.

Safe to say Santana Lopez was not a normal 17 year old.

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Walking down a crowded hallway, was never easy. Especially when you are the schools classified nerd.

Santana hears it all the time, but doesn't believe it. She doesn't even dress like a nerd. She's wearing a baggy tank top with ripped black skinny jeans, and Vans. The only thing that's even close to being nerdy are her hipster glasses that's she only wearing because she ran out of contacts.

She continues to walk down the hall when that feeling comes back. She looks around but can't pin-point were exactly it's coming from sense the hallway is still pretty packed.

She shakes it off and gives up.

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"Um, Papi?" She calls into the seemingly empty home.

When she doesn't get answer she spots a note stuck to the couch. Picking it up and holding it up to light she notices what looks like directions or instructions of some kind.

Dear Santana,

Follow these steps:

1. Walk five paces to the right of the book shelf.

2. Turnaround

3. Press your thumb into the mirror, wait till it turns green

4. Flush the toilet

- Papi

P.S. Don't freak out.

Santana sighed, her Papi always had to do extra. He could have just told her to go to the bathroom and flush.

After walking to the bathroom like a normal person and doing the dumb thumb thing, she flushed the toilet.

What happened next, not even Peter Parkers' Spidey senses saw coming.

"Welcome Miss Santana." A robotic voice sounded through an invisible speaker.

The next thing Santana knew, she was falling. Down a tube. An acrylic tube.

This was the day Santana Lopez dies. Talk about freaking out.

After what seemed like forever she landed with a hard thud to ground. Standing up she looked around.

Not seeing her Papi yet she took a step forward.

"Nice to see you made it Miss Santana. Your Papi has informed me to tell you that he is in New York at a science conference in company to Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. He will be back in 30 days. There have been some prison break outs that need to be taken care of." The robotic voice that Santana heard earlier made its self known again.

"Okay. First, who the fuck are you? Secondly, why can't the police do it?" Santana asked looking around as if her Papi would pop out from behind one of the thousand computers in there.

"Sorry for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Asterias, I'm your computer. And the police can't do it because these prisoners all have superpowers."

Santana sighs, oh great their going to put up a fight.

"Okay so, Asterias, do I get a cool superhero costume?" As soon as she asks a wall on the other side of the "batcave" is what she's calling it flips revealing two identical supersuits. They reminded her of Superman's from 'The New 52' titles. The smaller one which she presumed was hers, was all red except for the cape, her cape was orange with the same logo, a fiery diamond with a layered yellow 'F' in the middle. The outfits also came with matching masks that only covered half her face.

She loved it.

She reached out to touch one but was stopped by Asterias' voice.

"They're made of Kevlar. Meaning they're bullet and fire proof/retardant."

"What's my superhero name?" The girl asks in awe.

"Flare."

"That is so cool!" Santana exclaimed still in trance like state. She read about superheroes all the time like the real ones her dad was talking to, or the fake ones in comics. Of course she often dreamt of being one and saving the city and the damsel in distress. She chuckles to herself. 'Her damsel'. No one would want her. She's a nerd and a chick with a dick, who reads comic books and has The Flash boxer - briefs on as we speak. She sighs.

"Hey, Asterias. I'm going to go upstairs and shower I'll be back down when it's time to leave. Oh and were the fuck is Matt?" She says walking around aimlessly trying to find a way out.

"Football practice. The steps are to your left. No your other left." Asterias answers totally judging Santana.

"Thanks. "She says back sheepishly.

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Putting on the supersuit was way harder than she thought it would be. It was like trying to slide on a wetsuit that was fives sizes too small. A second skin.

There was one lone slightly invisible zipper in the back running the length of the suit.

And it kept getting stuck.

"Seriously?!" Yells an exasperated Santana.

"You know, next to the suits is a machine your dad made to put on the suits." Asterias says nonchalantly as if Santana hadn't been struggling for the past half hour.

Santana was sure if Asterias had a body she would be filing her nails right now.

"Thanks." She deadpanned.

After another fifteen minutes of struggling... with the machine, she was finally ready to go.

Then she realized she had no form of transportation. Then she realized again, she could fly. She always forgot about that power because, when was she going to use it?

"Well Asterias, I'm off to save the world." She says strutting up to the tube that would take her out of the building.

"Or put some small time, super powered criminals back in jail." Asterias always had to make her feel like less and undermine her. It almost reminded her of her Abuela, the same lady who used to call her 'Garbage Face'.

"Same difference." The brunette says stepping into the tube.

"Be careful, Miss Santana. And remember, with great power, comes great responsibility." Asterias called out before the tube closed around her.

"Yeah, yeah. Bye, Aster-aahhhhhh!" Before Santana could finish her sentence she was shot into the night sky.

Expertly catching herself with her flying ability she glided down to a nearby roof, landing softly and perching down.

She turned the "volume" up on her super hearing like her Papi had taught her to listen to any signs of distress.

Almost immediately her ears picked up on the unmistakable sound of drunk yelling about a few streets over.

Listening closer she instantly picked up on the voices obviously in a heated argument.

"Finn! Let me go! I told I didn't want to sleep with your 'can't last two seconds' ass. Ow! Finn stop you're hurting me!" It all came out in a drunken slur but she still understood every word and exactly who spoke them.

Already in route to the scene, the screaming got louder.

"You listen to me, and you listen to me good, you little whore! You're going to spread those legs for me like you did the rest of football team, the basketball team, and the soccer team! And you're going to like it!" The freakishly tall man-child screeched. What surprised Santana though was he didn't sound in the slightest even a tiny bit wasted. No, he was as sober as D.A.R.E Officer.

As soon as the horrible sentence was finished Santana landed swiftly in between the two.

"Now, now. That's no way to talk to a lady. Didn't your Mama teach you respect." Santana's vioce came out slightly distorted, thanks to the mask.

Trying not to seem in slight bit scared Finn puffed out his chest with a menacing glare.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Santana put a hand to her chest with a mock offended look on her masked face. She had gained an odd sense of security and confidence in this persona.

"Why who am I? I'm your worst nightmare." Sure it was cheesy but it got the desired effect. Limp Dick was practically shaking.

"Now, I'm go into ask you a yes or no question. Were you going to hurt this poor girl just because she wouldn't have sex with you?" The superhero asked taking a step towards the quivering boy.

"Well, I-I. Um?"

"Yes or no?!"

"No!" The poor boy all but squeaked.

"Good answer. Here's what you're going to do next. You're going to runaway like the scared little pussy you are, unless-" She paused, snapped her fingers and a tiny but intimidating flame appeared above her fingertips." You want me to light your baby dick on fire." As if on cue the Jolly Green Giant ran away like the little pansy he was.

The masked girl turned around and was met with a if, she was completely human, a bone crushing hug.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. I was really scared." The blonde girl whispered I'm her ear sending shivers down her spine.

The brunette patted awkwardly at her back until the other girl pulled away.

"So are you like a real superhero?" She asked tentatively.

"Uh, yeah I guess. Just started today actually." They laughed awkwardly.

"Hey, it's late and unsafe. Let's get you home." Santana said pulling the girl close and shooting up into the sky.

Once she got the blonde to her balcony, she realized she's not supposed to know where she lives. So she didn't exactly have an answer when the blonde asked her.

"Telepathy?" Well, it wasn't a complete lie.

"Oh that's cool. I never caught your name?"

"They call me , Flare." She said backing up towards the balcony again.

The blonde smiled.

"I like it. Bye, Flare."

"Oh, and remember, if you need me. Just light a match." She said with a wistful smile.

The blonde blushed.

"Bye, Quinn." She whispered, launching into flight.

She may not have completed her goal, but she made another one.

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Sitting down at the Glee Club lunch table she joined in on the conversation.

These guys really understood her. She'd never admit it but it was easily the best part of her day.

" ...you guys have to believe me! She just came swooped right in and practically lit a match under his ass." Quinn explained at the other end of the table.

"I don't know, Q. A superhero? I'm little Ole Lima? I just don't believe it." Mercedes questioned.

"Would I lie?" The blonde asked incredulously.

Everybody at the table looked at her.

"Okay, maybe I would. But, I saw her with my own two eyes. So did Finn."

"What if she's sitting somewhere in this cafeteria?" Clayten asked rather enthusiastically.

Oh Clay, if you only knew.