Klance Oneshots

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Lance looked from side to side while resting his elbow on a wooden bar. He was going to dance lessons with his friend, Pidge. 

"I promise you it'll be fun," Pidge jabbed her elbow into the blue-eyed boys waist. "Yeah yeah," lance responded, looking down at his small friend. 

***

The lessons has started and lance had been keeping up very well. He was flexible, being able to do the splits and strange things that the instructor made him do. 

As the instructor was talking, a pale man with black hair dashed into the building. "Sorry im late!" He huffed, collapsing. "Keith, get in line and just follow along," the instructor commanded. 

Lance gazed dreamily at the boy as Keith nodded, walking over to stand next to the Cuban man. 

As time went on, the two talked during breaks and even paired up during pair work. When the dance lessons were over, Keith and Lance put their phone numbers into each others phone. "Cya around, dude?" Keith asked. "Yeah, of course," lance responded before dashing over to Pidge. 

He told her everything. 

(Hello! I've been like dead forever. I know. Sorry. I'm dealing with a lot of stuff personally so i might not update again for a while. Sorry you all. Cya later -julian)