Klance Oneshots

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Lance and Keith were the smartest people in Chemistry class, but there were downsides to them both. The raven-haired boy was quite closed off and never talked unless he got mad, and the Cuban boy always used pick-up lines every chance he got.

Lance and Keith were partnered up together, quite the bad mix... Yet the two always got their work done first and usually wouldn't bother each other after that. One day, the blue-eyed boy felt like pestering the pale boy who sat beside him, still wearing his goggles for some odd reason. "Hey, Keith," Lance asked like he wanted his lab partner to look at a question.

The younger boy (he got moved up 'cause he is smartttt) looked over at him as he took the goggles from his eyes and put it on his head. "Are you made of Copper and Tellurium? Because you're CuTe," Lance smirked as he made the boy blush. The two had the Periodic Table memorized, so it wasn't a surprise Keith had got the nerdy joke immediately.

"Lance shut the hell up," the shorter boy looked at the other boy who was grinning. "Awe, you're blushing!" Lance dismissed Keith's words as he took the pale boy's features in. That only made the younger boy blush deeper. "Gee, that blush only makes me want to Fluorine, Uranium, Carbon and Potassium you," The lanky boy stuck out his tongue as Keith thought about it.

Once the blushing boy had figured out the code, he choked on his spit. Lance wanted to fuck him?! "W-What?" Keith spat out, a blushing mess at this point. "I didn't mess up, did I?" The Cuban boy looked at the shorter boy beside him. "I-I thought you h-had a girlfriend?" Keith stuttered as he looked down at the desk. The cutest and smartest boy saying that to him... He was, of course, used to all of his pick-up lines... But that one was just an invitation to dating, right? "No, who told you that Keithy?" Lance asked, bringing the pale boy out of his thoughts.

"My friend Pidge," was all that the raven-haired boy could say. "Well, I'm all free... Waiting for someone to notice me, actually," the blue-eyed boy replied softly as a small blush dusted his cheeks. "W-Who?" Keith asked as he was still trying to get over what Lance had said. The bilingual boy looked at him, jaw dropped. After a while, he sighed, "um... It's not like it's my Chem. Partner or anything."

Before Keith could process his words, Lance stood and asked the teacher to go use the restroom. A very dick move after confessing your feelings to someone. Yet Keith understood all too well why he ran. Keith had time to think of something to reply to Lance with before he came back. So when he did, the raven-haired boy was ready.

"I-I like my Chemistry partner, too... What a coincidence," the indigo-eyed boy said, thinking that the words sounded much better in his head. "Really? I-I didn't think this through... Uhmm wanna go out Saturday?" Lance actually stuttered for the first time. "S-Sure... Y-You phosphorous, etherium, arsenic, adamantium, nitrogen and Tiberium. Yet I have to have your phone number first." Keith said, feeling a surge of confidence as he replied back to his lab partner. "Fuck you, I'm no peasant..." Lance said, grabbing a sheet of paper and scribbling down his name and phone number.

When the pale boy got the paper, he saw that the Cuban boy had written a small heart next to his name. The bell rang, and both boys said goodbye, a slight blush on their face. Maybe that blush was because of what had been said during that period, or maybe it was because they have the same class together...

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(629 Words. Not much to say except the way to win my heart is Chem. pick-up lines. -Julian)