Rachel finds her smoking a cigarette under the bleachers. "That's a horrible vice," she offers in greeting from behind.
Santana lazily looks over her shoulder at the sound of her voice, and shrugs. "There was no one here to bother."
"Except you." Rachel moves around her, stopping a few feet away.
"Except me." Nodding in acknowledgment, Santana takes a deep drag, blowing the smoke out to the side. She glances down at the cigarette and shrugs again. "You want?" she offers mildly, holding it out.
Rachel makes a face, taking an extra step back from her. "I don't need to ruin my lungs, thank you," she chides.
Santana smiles and pulls it back up to her mouth. "Guess I just wanted to see your reaction."
"Well, now you've seen it. Would you be so courteous as to put it out?"
Looking at her through the smoke, Santana's lips quirk up. "Why not," she sighs, dropping it to the ground and using her shoe to grind it into the dirt, "It was almost done, anyway. So." She raises her eyebrows, sliding her hands into her jacket pockets, "Aren't you supposed to be in glee right about now?"
"I would be," Rachel agrees, walking forward, "Except someone was missing." She digs into her shoulder bag and pulls out a box of Altoids.
"I'm not planning on breathing on you, Berry."
Rachel still hands it to Santana expectedly. Grumbling good naturedly, Santana takes the tin, popping two mints into her mouth. "Good?" she mumbles around her tongue as she opens her mouth to show Rachel.
"Please." Looking up, Rachel shakes her head and grabs the tin back.
Santana keeps her mouth open.
Rachel frowns, "Santana."
Santana grins as best as she can.
"Okay, yes. You're good."
"Thank you." Closing her mouth, Santana makes a funny face as she separates the two mints to either side. She bites and chews one, breaking it down enough to swish the grit around. Once she succeeds coating the whole area, she starts sucking on the second one. "So. Where were we?"
Rachel puts the Altoids away. "You were missing from glee."
"Still am, actually," Santana hums, "And now you are too." She looks around, then leans down to pick up the cigarette. Straightening, she curls her hand around the used butt, using her other to push her hair away from her face. She smiles. "C'mon, let's take a walk. Maybe you can convince me to go back with you."