A/N: Prompt from an anon; Marley/Santana, and asking out for a date. Thanks!
It's not like Santana hadn't expected it. She'd seen the younger girl's looks and stares, as well as the way her body had tensed whenever Santana'd leaned in, so when she'd grabbed Santana's hand, stopping her from leaving the choir room and her line of sight altogether, Santana waited. "Mmm?" she drew out, raising her eyebrow.
Marley swallowed. "Santana," she started lowly, then poured steel into her spine, standing up straight as she firmed her voice, "I've heard you like Breadstix."
"Yeah?" Santana shook her head. "It's the Sugar Shack now, so?"
Marley looked down, as if she'd forgotten that knowledge. Still, "I've heard it's the same chefs, so, let me... Do you want to go out to dinner tonight? I mean, you've helped me. It's the least I can do."
Thinking about making it harder for her, Santana gave in when she realized just how unsure the girl was. "Alright," she nodded, smirking a little, squeezing her hand, "But you're paying. Santana Lopez never pays."
Marley's wide, effulgent smile was all she needed to know she hadn't made a mistake. "Great!" the girl grinned, nodding, only pulling her hand back when someone entered the choir room, stepping away but still pausing to say over her shoulder, "See you at eight?"
Santana gave her a wave, fingers calmly flexing in the air. "Wouldn't miss it," she called after her, still smirking as she turned, picking up the sheet music they'd been working on. "'Specially since I know for a fact they still have breadsticks," she hummed, tucking the papers under her arm and tapping her fingernails against them, "Yes... Breadsticks and a hot girl... My kind of night."