partners | klance

Right?

Keith woke up alone. The spot on the bed beside him that was taken by Lance last night was cold.

He sat up and turned his body to the edge of the bed, letting his feet touch the carpeted floor of Lance's room.

He felt...lost.

What are Lance and I? I have to somehow confront him about it.

Keith's train of thoughts was brought to a stop when he heard footsteps of someone going up the stairs. Soon, the door opened and Lance came into the room.

"Oh, hey, you're awake," Lance was smiling, "I was about to start making breakfast, but I thought I should wake you up first, so you have time to shower. I left you some more clothes in the bathroom and there's a spare toothbrush."

"Thanks, Lance." Keith felt warmth spread around his heart. He never thought Lance could be so sweet and thoughtful.

"No problem," Lance smiled wider. He was about to leave the room and start making breakfast, but he stopped at the doorstep and looked at Keith over his shoulder. "You like pancakes?"

* * *

After Lance left to make pancakes, which Keith was looking forward to very much, he got up and went to the bathroom. He found the clothes Lance left for him. He also found the spare toothbrush which was put on the sink in a cup that had a little sticky note on it.

-Keith <3

Keith didn't even realize that he was smiling and blushing until he looked in the mirror.

Keep it together, Keith.

* * *

After his shower and brushing his teeth, Keith made his way downstairs. He found Lance by the stove, still in his pajamas, making pancakes.

Lance heard him come in the kitchen and flashed him a smile over his shoulder, just like he did in the room.

Using all the courage he could muster up, he walked up to Lance and put his chin on his shoulder and his hands on his hips.

"Your hair's still wet," Lance chuckled.

Keith let out a quiet groan in response. "Where is everyone? It's so quiet."

"Do you miss them?" Lance smirked.

"Honestly?" They both chuckled.

"They're at my aunt's place."

Keith recalled a conversation from a few weeks ago when Lance was talking about his aunt during lunch at school. He wasn't fully listening, but he did remember a detail.

"Doesn't your aunt live all across the country?"

"She does."

"So...why didn't you go with them? You said that you don't see her often."

"Aww, you remember when I talked about that?" Lance teased him with a smirk. Keith gave him a look. Lance looked a bit hesitant for a moment, but he's always been one to 'live on the edge' as he said once, so he spoke with confidence. "If I left, then I couldn't spend the weekend alone with my special someone."

Lance immediately felt proud of the effect of his words on Keith; he was blushing profusely and his heart was beating so hard that Lance could feel it against his back. Keith hid his face by nuzzling his face in Lance's neck; right where Lance couldn't see him.

"Don't... just say stuff like that."

"Why not? You're cute when you blush."

Keith tightened his grip on Lance's hips and let a sigh. "We're gonna have to talk about this."

Lance froze. "W-what is-," his voice broke, so he cleared his throat before speaking again. "What is there to talk about?"

"Um...Lance, the pancake is burning."

"Huh? Oh sh-" He frantically turned the stove off. "That was the last one as well."

"Come on, let's eat. We can talk later."

"...okay."

Lance felt his chest constrict. He was worried. What if he jumped to a conclusion that Keith likes him back.

No, he couldn't have. Keith wouldn't hold him close last night if he didn't feel the same. He wouldn't have kissed his forehead before wishing him a good night. His hands wouldn't be on his hips if he didn't feel the same. Right?

But what if he woke up today and felt like he doesn't want this?

No.

Everything will be fine.

...

Right?