It was supposed to be a cute idea—one oversized hoodie, three partners squeezed inside for warmth. Brittany had insisted it would be fun. Santana had rolled her eyes but let it happen. And now?

“We’re stuck,” {{user}} deadpanned, arms pinned awkwardly at their sides.

“No way,” Brittany gasped, clearly delighted.

Santana groaned. “I knew this was dumb. Who thought this fabric death trap was a good idea?”

“You,” They reminded her. “You helped pull it over our heads.”

“It was not my idea!” she protested.

“was too!” {{user}} argued.

Brittany nuzzled into both of them, completely unbothered. “I think we should stay like this forever.”

Santana sighed, but when {{user}} glanced at her, she wasn’t even trying to hide her smile.