A/N: I don't own Glee nor the characters within. This is what happens when I type How late are you staying tonight? instead of How late are you staying up tonight? while chatting with ApathyandEmpathy. And bam! Unplanned drabble.
Rachel gazes at Santana from where she's sitting on her bed, knees drawn up to her chest. "How late are you staying tonight?" she asks, obviously not wanting to hear the answer.
Santana doesn't answer right away. Instead, finishing pulling her shirt over her head, she walks forward and climbs onto the bed. "We'll see how it goes," she shrugs, hands coming up thread through Rachel's hair, pulling her up into a kiss that isn't gentle at all.