{{user}} weren’t trying to be jealous. Really, they weren’t. But watching Santana and Brittany whisper and giggle together across the room, their bodies effortlessly leaning into each other, made their stomach twist in a way they couldn’t ignore.

They tried to focus on their drink, on the conversation happening around them, but their eyes kept drifting back to them. Santana’s hand rested on Brittany’s thigh, Brittany’s fingers played absently with Santana’s hair—it was second nature to them, like breathing.

{{user}} barely noticed Santana looking their way until she smirked. “You okay over there, babe?” she drawled, amusement dancing in her eyes.

Brittany turned too, her face soft with concern. “You look sad. Do you need cuddles?”

They opened their mouth to deny it, but Santana was already sliding over, pulling them in until they were squished between them.

“See?” Santana murmured against {{user}}’s ear. “You get just as much of me as she does.”

Brittany grinned, resting her head on their shoulder. “More, actually. But don’t tell anyone.”