Keith walked down the streets heading to school but jumped when he heard someone honk from behind and saw a dark blue 1966 Ford Mustang convertible as Lance parked next to Keith with a smirk.

"This cant be your car," Keith said unimpressed.

"It tis," Lance winked and opened the door from the inside reaching over. "Abuelo passed it down to yours truly, since I'm the only one in the house besides Marco and the littles,"

"Hot," Keith hopped in and Lance blushed brightly. "Not you stupid, the car,"

"Her names blue," Lance rolled his eyes and handed Keith a coffee as he had his own latte.

"You got me a latte?" Keith opened it confused.

"Vanilla, the black coffee smelt so bitter and you know, ya are what ya eat-or drink?" Lance smiled as Keith sipped it anyways while they took off.

"What about the van from yesterday?" Keith asked as they drove.

"Moms, I sometimes have to take some of the team home after practices and games," Lance explained.

"Speaking of which, you as my boyfriend have to go to all of my games," Lance snapped his fingers and Keith made a face.

"Fine then you have to go to my art galleries," Keith huffed back sitting up straighter.

"Art? Your a doodler?" Lance smiled brightly and Keith looked out the car as there wasn't exactly a window.

"I paint and do photography," Keith shrugged.

"Are you good?!" Lance asked with wide eyes excited at this new fact.

"I-i think I am I don't know, as a senior they said I could do some shows," Keith fumbled with the coffee looking down.

"Alright I'll go to your shows and you go to my games," Lance nodded smirking.

"Speaking of which, how are we going to do this today?" Keith asked more nervous as he saw them pulling up to the school.

"I'll walk you to class, hand in hand, meet me in the cafeteria and I'll have you sit by me and my friends, play it cool, I'll give ya a little smooch on the head as I could never bare being apart from you," Lance said dramatically and Keith sipped the coffee and flipped him off.

"You ready red?" Lance asked turning off the car as they where parked and people glanced at them.

"Fuck you," Keith said grabbing his bag as Lance got out and opened the door for him as he offered Keith a hand. He was about to refuse but looked around and slowly grabbed it as Lance helped him out. He pulled him close with a chuckle knowing they now where being stared at.

"Not so hard right?" Lance whispered in his ear. "Don't be afraid to smile and maybe laugh please?"

Keith groaned and buried his face in lances shoulder. "This is as close as your going to get,"

"Good enough, come on red," Lance let go and grabbed his hand and pulled Keith away from the car.

"I feel stupid," Keith said sipping his coffee looking at the ground as they walked in school.

"Don't worry I got you," he whispered and Keith looked up and paled. Oh no. Oh fuck.

The soccer team.

Dammit.

"Hey guys!" Lance waved with his free hand and didn't let go of Keiths as their fingers where laced together.

"Yo Lance you doing better? You've been distant since..." The boy walked over and saw Keith. "The text from kogane... And now..."

"Hey you said you didn't care so me and Keith talked it out and well we're coming out," Lance wrapped his arm around Keiths shoulders smiling as he stayed silent blushing.

"But Allura..." He frowned.

"Hey I never cheated on her, just we where close when we where little and we've just gotten close again, he helped me get past Allura being a bitch and well one thing led to another," Lance explained and kissed the side of Keiths head as he smiled down at him.

"Dude it's just a prank, you ain't gay," another player walked over slugging his arm around the first boy, Michael.

"Bi. I'm bisexual," Lance said flatly making Keith look up at his tone of voice.

"People are just hot man," he smirked at his friends.

"Your ridiculous," Keith scoffed and they looked at him. In the back Keith made eye contact with another soccer player and gulped seeing who it was. James Griffin.

"I'll see you guys at practice later," Lance waved as Keith gave a small shy wave to the soccer players and the two walked away together.

"You okay? Your real quiet," Lance asked close to his ear.

"Not use to that much attention," Keith gulped not looking at him.

"Well you better cause Shiro was looking," Lance spun him out of his hold as they got to Keiths class and pulled him close by the waist.

"This isn't part of the deal McClain," Keith pouted as his hands where on lances chest, even through the thin fabric shirt he had on he could feel the slight muscle underneath. He always thought the Cuban was fifty pounds of just skin and bones, a string bean.

"Yea but if you look over my shoulder I think I might kiss you," Lance whispered in his ear and Keith peaked over seeing Allura and her friends but she was staring at them.

They made eye contact and Allura glared darkly at Keith making the shorter boys blood boil at the hate in her eyes. He reached around lances neck and stood on his toes as he kissed Lance deeply closing his eyes. They parted after a moment and Lance was surprised.

"That's not the deal either, you said no kissing," Lance smirked at him with light blush.

"I thought you liked a scene McClain, see you at lunch," Keith said walking in class with a hand in his pocket and sipped his coffee while Lance smiled at him with wide eyes as if he was just on a roller coaster.

"Wow."

He turned around and glanced seeing Allura and he didn't pay much attention to the slight pain in his heart at the glare she gave him. He was in to good of a mood to let her tear him down again.