A/N: I'm honestly so proud of this chapter ngl haha. I hope you all like it! When you get to the musical section, it's best to imagine it with the song, it enhances the scene :)

Enjoy!

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The events of the night had taken a massive turn. When Keith originally walked into the house, he had never expected to be soaking wet and sitting in Lance McClain's car by the end of the night.

Keith's eyes widened, staring at Lance like he was crazy. "Going out when I look like this? No way."

Lance snickered, beginning to drive up the street. "Why? You don't think my pirate jacket is sexy?"

Keith rolled his eyes. "I look like I just got downpoured on at a funeral."

"Wow that's depressing." Lance raised an eyebrow. "Is that like, your thing? What's your deal, Sir Mullet? Are you emo?"

"Am I-? Wh- no! I'm not-" Keith sighed loudly. Now that he thought about it. He may be a bit "emo". He wore black jeans every day, he had his ears pierced, a tattoo on his left forearm, and listened to My Chemical Romance, Twenty One Pilots, and Lincoln Park like no mans tomorrow. "Whatever. That's not the point." He said, shaking his head.

Lance let out a happy laugh, moving to turn on the radio. "Don't worry. I don't judge." He smirked. "I'm totally making you go into the shop by the way."

Keith groaned. "Noooo." He huffed, looking around Lance's car. It was old, obviously. There was a bead necklace loosely laced around the mirror and garbage shoved into the sides of the doors.

"Mhm!" Lance smiled, humming to the tune that played from the radio. It was some annoying, overplayed pop song.

Keith groaned like a child, leaning against the door dramatically. "This is tortuuure!"

Lance snickered, raising an eyebrow at Keith as he began to drive. "Wow. You're oodles of fun tonight."

Keith let out a small scoff, looking to Lance. "Can you just change the song? This sucks."

Lance rolled his eyes amusedly, giving a dramatic sigh. "As you wish, Mr. Keith."

Keith chuckled and shook his head, listening to the cut off of the music as Lance shut the radio off and began to attach his phone to the aux cord.

He tossed his phone to his cup holder as Don't Stop Me Now by Queen began to play through the speakers of his car. Keith raised an eyebrow as Lance pulled off down the street, looking over to Lance. "Queen? Really?"

"This, Keith, is real music." He said simply, smiling at himself. "Just enjoy it and stop being a buttface."

"Yes sir." Keith rolled his eyes, looking out the window once more.

Keith found that he had the urge to sing the song, no matter how much he didn't want to. Lance, on the other hand, was having a full on dance party in the driver's seat.

As he took a turn, bouncing in his seat as they went down the street. He tapped his steering wheel enthusiastically, singing to Keith when he had the chance.

Keith had only glanced over to him a few moments ago, but since, he found he couldn't look away. Lance was too amusing and cute not to watch.

His bangs bounced around with his movements, a happy grin was plastered on his lips, and he looked like he was genuinely having a good time.

{2:13 in Don't Stop Me Now if you'd like to read and listen}

Lance stopped at a red light in the middle of the guitar solo, pretending to play an invisible guitar that was across his chest as he mimicked the guitars chords.

Keith shook his head, cracking a tiny smile. "Are you always this hyper or do I just get the pleasure?"

Lance ignored Keith, instead returning to singing the lyrics, turning to face Keith.

"Oh! I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah! 200 degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit! I'm travelin' at the speed of light! I wanna make a supersonic man outta you-!" Lance sang and pointed to Keith with the cheesiest grin on his lips.

Finally, Keith gave in, grinning as he rolled his eyes once more and sat up in his seat. 

"Don't stop me now!" Keith sang, pointing randomly at stupid things with each word.

"I'm havin' such a good time! I'm havin' a ball~" Lance grinned and began to drive once more bopping his head to the beat. He was proud that he had gotten Keith to join in.

"Don't stop me now!" Keith sang again, moving around in his seat as he and Lance sang back and forth to each other.

"If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call!"

"Don't stop me now!"

"Cause I'm havin' good time!"

"Don't stop me now!"

"Yes, I'm havin' a good time!"

He looked to Keith, admiring how pretty he was when he actually smiled. He looked so genuinely happy that Lance never wanted the moment to end.

"I don't wanna stop at all..." They both sang, both grinning as they finished up Freddie's part. "La da da da da da da La... hah da da hah hah hah ... hah da dah~..."

Keith shook his head, bursting into a small fit of chuckles. He looked out the window, a soft smile resting on his features now.

Lance's mood had seemed to brighten as the next song began to play, humming softly. "See? You're not all emo. I knew I could get you to cheer up." He smiled.

Keith shook his head, a tiny blush rising to his cheeks.

He couldn't stop thinking about his song with Lance. That was so fun and unexpected, and even though Keith didn't really like singing, Keith'd do anything to do that again with the ocean eyed boy.

"You have a really nice voice." Lance commented after a moment, breaking the comfortable silence, his eyes locked on the road. "Honestly."

Keith looked to him, surprise clearly written all over his face. "You think?" He asked, looking back to the road. He gave a small laugh. "I've never been too fond of my voice. Guess I just never thought anyone'd want to hear it. But what about you? I'd say you're Freddie Mercury himself." He hummed sincerely.

Lance shook his head. "You cannot compare me to a literal legend like that. I can be 'the Lance McClain' though." He smiled.

Keith laughed and brushed his bangs out of his eyes. "The Lance McClain and Sir Mullet. What a duo."

Lance grinned, giving a nod.

"Yeah, we are a good team."