Solving Keith

The Gay Salad

"You were hiding her from me!" Lance accused.

"I wasn't. I just hadn't gotten around to introducing you yet," Hunk said sheepishly, taking another chug of water.

"To me? Pidge got to meet her before me?" He whined, wallowing.

"She's in my fourth period," Pidge shrugs, munching on Sun Chips.

Lance huffed, sinking back into the booth, chin in his hands. "No one tells me anything."

"Hey," Hunk defended. "I'm not Keith just because I waited to introduce you guys. I wanted her to decide."

"How'd you meet her?" Lances asked, playing with the rips in his jeans.

Hunk sighed fondly and leaned back, rubbing at his neck. "I saw her on the field. She's on the cheer team. I was at practice and went to get some water, there she was."

"Aw," Lance cooed. "The wide receiver and the cheerleader. How cute," he teased, poking at Hunk.

Hunk smiled and swatted him off, "I couldn't even talk to her at first. I was too scared to go up to her."

"So when'd you start talking?"

"After practice last month, she came up to me, offered me a Gatorade. And... that was that. I was all in since."

Lance listened with a fond smile, chin rested on his hands, so excited for Hunk. "I'd love to meet her. I do want you to know that."

Hunk nodded, patting Lance's back. "I'll introduce you guys soon. I wasn't hiding her, I swear."

"I know," Lance whined, his head on the table, begrudgingly accepting it. "I'm gonna go get a salad." He mumbled, slinking out of the booth.

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Lance walked with Pidge and Hunk to Keith's house, quiet, which was rare for him, but his friends didn't press him.

He zoned out by the time they reach the door, Pidge simply lets herself in, making herself at home.

He walked in, following his friends into the kitchen, still lost in thought, sitting down at the kitchen island.

"You guys want a snack? Dinner won't be for a few more hours," Shiro asked, cutting potatoes.

Pidge was already rooting through the cabinets, digging around in a box of Cosmic Brownies. She tossed one to Hunk and launched one at Lance's head.

"Ow," he grunted, rubbing between his eyebrows. "I don't want it."

"You've barely had anything all day," Hunk frowned, opening his own brownie. "You haven't eaten much lately."

"I'm just not hungry, I'm fine," Lance pouted, pushing the brownie away again.

Hunk watched him for a moment, but nodded, taking the brownie back. He sat down next to Lance, patting his back, "you still upset about this morning."

Lance put his cheek down on the counter, sighing, "I'm not upset. I'm... aggravated, I guess. I don't know."

"What happened this morning?" Shiro asked, looking over from the cutting board.

"Don't wanna talk about it. It's not serious, it's just... I don't know. It's dumb."

"Keith's being an ass again," Pidge interjected, mouth full.