Stars // klance AU

Give Me Chocolate Or Give Me Death

Getting back into the swing of classes took some getting used to, but Keith and Lance managed to easily fall back into their academic rivalry as soon as they realized they were in the same physics course. Neither of them were morning people, and an 8:30 course was the last thing they wanted to deal with, but a competition over who could finish the handout faster proved to wake them up better than a cup of freshly brewed coffee would.

Lance continued to bring his recorder to club meetings rather than his saxophone, and would learn a different song every week to play on repeat much to Hunk and Pidge's annoyance. Nobody mentioned the change in instrument, but Keith could not help but wonder what happened to the jazzy monstrosity.

Regretfully, Keith could not find the time to ask Lance about it. Their daily texts did not seem like a good idea, and during the physics lecture they were both either too tired or too immersed in it to think about much else. Keith's theory was that the saxophone was probably the school's and the band director had wanted it returned for a saxophone ensemble or orchestra rehearsals. He did not think it would be past Lance to borrow an instrument for a few weeks without permission, so he kept the theory to himself and decided to drop the issue for the time being.

There was also the thing about New Years. Keith thought back about their brief kiss Christmas Eve, and how he never had much of a chance to bring it up either. Their most recent kiss however, that one was harder for Keith to ignore. He could blame the first one on their friends, or the mistletoe, but there was nothing that he could use to brush this one off. He tapped his finger on his desk, trying to find something else to focus on rather than the feeling of their shoulders subtly brushing up against each other, or the way he smiled so smugly after telling an especially terrible joke. The worst of all was the memory of Lance's lips against his own, and the warmth of his breath at such close range in the freezing winter night.

Keith sneezed into his sleeve, shocking his thoughts back into the present and the professor he was supposed to be paying attention to. He tried to do just that, but a text from Lance immediately distracted him once more.

From: Lance☆
yo, keithy boy

To: Lance☆
Y do u even call me that?

From: Lance☆
b/c I want to

From: Lance☆
anyways

From: Lance☆
i was wondrin if u had any plans for sat

From: Lance☆
not like I care or anythin

Keith peeked at the professor, who had his back turned to the class and was busy writing out a time line of the American civil war. He looked back at his phone.

To: Lance☆
Is this a club activity?

From: Lance☆
not rly

To: Lance☆
Is it ur birthday or smth?

From: Lance☆
a bday on v-day

From: Lance☆
that would be n0ice

From: Lance☆
but nah, my bday is in aug

From: Lance☆
cosest bday we have is probs Shiro's in a few months

To: Lance☆
Ur terrible misspellings are killing me

From: Lance☆
i don have autocorrec lik SOME ppl

From: Lance☆
wait

From: Lance☆
ur the only bday we don't kno

To: Lance☆
And u care because....

From: Lance☆
ur part of the club, MAN

From: Lance☆
We ae obligated to bring u a whole cake on ur bday

To: Lance☆
My birthday was last week

From: Lance☆
Y WAS I NEVER INFORMED

From: Lance☆
NAH BRO

From: Lance☆
were celebrating ur bday on saturday

From: Lance☆
NO EXCUSES

Keith had to cover his mouth to keep himself from snorting out loud at the texts.

To: Lance☆
Fine

To: Lance☆
But there better be chocolate cake

From: Lance☆
OFC THERELL BE CHOCOLATE CAKE

From: Lance☆
THE HOLIDAY SPIRIT WOULD BE RUINED WITHOUT ANY CHOCOLATE CAKE

Keith exited out of his messages, looking over the calendar app on his phone. He scrolled to Saturday, reading out the date silently: February 14th. He bit on the hand covering his mouth.

What could this mean?