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The Magicians, Quentin/Margo/Eliot, Teen, 5.3k (read on ao3) For @lgbtqbingo, Square "M/M/F Relationship"

Giving up on his own studying of the Aztecs and Blood Magic, Quentin slumps in his seat with a heatless glare. "How did he even find out?"

"He was at the party last night like we all were," Julia says with a smirk, eyeing him from across the table. "We all knew what was coming when the two of them had you sandwiched on the dancefloor. Which – even I didn't think you had those moves in you, Q."

Quentin ducks his head down with a groan and lets his hair cascade in front of his face to hide how hot it's getting. "Oh, God."

"Hey." He feels Julia's hand on his arm, the heat bleeding through his sleeve in the comfort he's been trained to relax under since they were kids drawing Fillory on the underside of their favorite table fort. Quentin releases a steady breath and lets her push the hair out of his face. "You know we all want you to be happy, right?"

"Penny doesn't give two shits about my happiness, Jules."

"You know he does," she counters, undeterred, "he's just an asshole about it. Like we all are."

"Yeah, but Penny likes to be an extra asshole about it," Quentin grumbles, decidedly not pouting about it. He props his chin on his knee, shifting to lower his other foot to the floor.