Klance Oneshots

5

Keith's jet black hair was getting too long for him to manage. So, like anyone with common sense would go and get their hair cut.  Keith wasn't stoked he was going to get a trim, he hadn't in years.  So, after the indigo eyed boy's job, he headed over to the closest barber shop.

The small bells dinged when he walked in, seeing that the shop was decorated like a warm coffee house. It even had a small coffee machine next to the waiting chairs. And the light but pleasant aroma of sugar delighted the small boy, making him feel warm inside.  "Hello, how may I help you today?"A lanky Spanish boy asked as he entered from behind a curtain in the back. "Oh, I'm here to get a small trim... Maybe half an inch or an inch off?" the raven-haired boy said shyly at the other.

Keith also noticed that a short girl... Or boy? Was sitting in a barber chair talking to a Hawaiian boy with a yellow headband. He... Or she was having their hair cut by a tall, long haired girl. And she was doing a great job.

Keith took his attention back to the blue eyed boy. "Alright, do you want to pay before or after?" he asked with a wide, beautiful smile. "I-- after," Keith replied. The hair stylist patted the back of an empty barber chair, and Keith followed suit.

After he sat down, the older boy chuckled for some unknown reason. "My name's Lance, you?" the boy who's name was Lance said. "Ke--ah!" Keith was about to say his name but Lance pressed his foot on a button that lifted him up. It surprised the younger boy but just made Lance laugh harder. "I-it's Keith," he said after the older boy had finished adjusting his hair.

"Okay, Keith. You only want a trim? I see you have a mullet as well. It looks very very beautiful," Lance said. "You know, it's not just your hair, all of you is beautiful." as the Cuban boy said this, Keith blushed hard. Keith? Beautiful? No way. "Thank you, but I'm not really...." the indigo-eyed boy responded as he looked to the barber through the mirror. Lance started o put a black cape over Keith's body so his hair wouldn't get on him.

"Oh. My. Goodness! You're the prettiest boy I've ever seen!" the light brown haired boy gushed as he fixed the cape.
"Stop flirting and do your job, Lance," the white haired girl called from across the warm room. "Shut it, Allura," Lance warned. Keith just sat there, blushing like crazy. He couldn't talk, for the boy had no words for that compliment.

"Anyway, about your hair. Mullets are supposed to sort of... Curl at the ends right, do you want me to do that?" the lanky boy asked. The raven haired boy nodded, already too embarrassed and didn't want to say anything that would embarrass him further.

"Alright, I'll be gentle," lance smiled kindly before twirling him to face away from the mirror, grabbing a brush.
The blue eyed boy started to brush The raven haired boy's soft hair. "You keep your hair really soft. What do you use?" the older boy asked, lacing his fingers through it.
"P-Pantene," The younger boy responded softly.
"Ooh~! Olay is also very good," lance responded. "And yes, I use girl's shampoo."
"They're better," Keith agreed, smiling a small smile.
"I don't like Suave, though. It makes your hair dry and not lush and pretty," the blue-eyed boy snickered.
Keith replied with a simple 'mhm' before Lance continued on another topic.
"Did you hear about that LGBTQ+ protest that went on about two days ago?" the tall boy asked. Keith noticed Allura rolling her eyes. "Uh, yeah. I wish I could've been there," Keith sighed. "Oh, are you gay?" Lance asked, grabbing a spray bottle to wet Keith's  hair. He started to spray his hair. 
Keith was mostly openly gay. So he nodded, "yea." "I'm bisexual," lance responded, snipping at his hair. The sound of the scissors cutting through Keith's hair was very... Calming to him.
It was either that Keith said that aloud, or Lance was a mind reader because he said: "I love the sound of scissors. Cutting through hair.."
The raven haired boy blushed lightly because he probably did say that aloud.
"What do you like to do for fun?" The blue eyed boy asked. "I.. Like to rewatch Community, listen to music, cloud gaze, walk through forest trails... You?" Keith tried to let his head be still so lance wouldn't mess up.
"I like to to whatever you like to do, Keith," the lanky boy flirted. Keith's face grew hot while Lance got the hairdryer.

The Cuban boy took aim, blowing hot air at the boy in the chair. It made him shiver at first, but he got used to it. Over the course of Lance blowdrying Keith's hair, the two boys didn't say anything. But, that only lasted for a few minutes, and after the blue eyed boy put up his blow dryer, he started chatting again.

"You have -like- really cute shoes on. Where'd you get them?" He asked as he set up the hair curler, putting it on low. Keith remembered what shoes he was wearing without having to look down. They were white, red, and black boots. "Oh, I got them at.." Keith's voice trailed off. He had gotten them over three years ago.

"I think that a friend of mine got them for me for my birthday. It was a long time ago, so the store probably doesn't even have them," He shrugged. "Aww, shame! They wouldn't look good on me, but my friend would've looked good in them," the light brown-haired boy responded, getting the heated up curler.

Lance carefully got the end of his hair and started to curl it slightly, to where it would be a half curl. "Is it hard to have long hair?" The taller boy asked quietly, like he wasn't really asking out of curiosity, more of just to ask.

"Uh, yeah. Sometimes. When I forget to blowdry my hair, it'll be knotted and frizzy in the mornings. Or if I don't use shampoo, it makes my hair dry... And using conditioner makes it frizzy and puffy." The shorter boy sighed heavily as Lance concentrated on his hair.

"Oh wow, do you wash these locks every night?" The blue-eyed boy asked, quirking a brow. Keith took the question as a compliment, blushing. "Um, every other night," he responded. "I'm glad you keep up with it. And speaking of keeping up with it, I'm done~!" Lance cooed, spinning the chair around for Keith to see himself.

Keith was surprised, very happy how it had turned out, and the curl in the back was more prominent than before. He also felt a small change in the weight in his hair, which he was grateful for. "It's... Amazing. This looks great! Thank you so much, Lance!" Keith's voice sounded lighter, just a tad bit happier.

The younger boy stood after Lance got the cape off of him, following Lance to the counter. "Oh, you're welcome. It doesn't look much different, though, it was a trim," the Spanish boy chuckled lightly. Keith rolled his eyes, "it looks a lot different-ier to me."

"I guess you're right," Lance agreed, "also, that trim will be $15." (14.05 euro, not that much for a hair cut.) The raven-haired boy gave Lance a twenty and noted the taller boy had scribbled something on the receipt. The Cuban boy gave the receipt and change back, "have a wonderful afternoon." Keith nodded as he left, putting the change back in his pocket but glanced at the receipt.

Of course, it had a number written on it. A ten digit number. A phone number. A smile tugged at the indigo-eyed boy's lips as he walked away from the barber shop.

(1283 words! Hello my dudes! I am gonna try to update every day!!! just shorts during spring break while working on a large chapter ;3 so y'know, I'll be p busy. I have some great ideas up my sleeve! Adios! -Julian)