Say The Word (Klance AU)

Chapter 1

"Dude, will you stop drooling over the ad? People are staring." Pidge pushed past Lance, barely able to move the tall man-child.

"He... he's just so beautiful..." Lance unconsciously reached out to the giant hanging poster. "I had no idea he had new photos coming out!"

"Really? I thought you'd be the first one." Pidge pushed up their glasses and smirked. "You've been stalking Keith Kogane since he was lurking in the back of music videos when we were in high school."

"First off, that was only four years ago, and second: I'm not a stalker! I'm just a fan. He's a world famous model, Pidge. He's bound to have a fan or two."

"Yeah, whatever stalker. Let's go inside. I think those girls over there recognized you and I'm cold."

Lance whined a few more times, looking up at the ad campaign. It was for glasses, and dear god did Keith Kogane look good with glasses. The big colorful frames emphasized his gorgeous eyes and thick dark lashes. Were his eyes blue? Were they grey? Hell, sometimes they even looked purple. Lance had spent hours scrolling through the boys Instagram trying to figure the color. Not that he was complaining.

And then there was his smile.

Lance had memorized every smile Keith had ever shown the camera. There were the shy ones, the commercial ones, the smirks, the ones the photographers caught in the middle of a laugh. Each time Keith smiled was a blessing, and the photographer was a freaking saint. Keith smiles sent shivers down his spine, made his breath hitch in his throat, and made his stomach lurch like he was on a rollercoaster.

Now, if only he could meet him.

There was a chance. A slim chance, but still a better one than most. The band Lance was a part of was really taking off in the past year, getting more and more popular by the second. Still, Lance didn't feel like he was a celebrity. Not like Beyoncé or Lady Gaga or Keith Kogane. No, he was just on the verge of stardom. The band Voltron was just starting to become a household name. The gigs they used to perform in the back of some shitty bar were being replaced with sold-out stadium shows. And this was only the beginning.

"O.M. GEEE! You- you're Lance McClain!" A group of girls leaped in front of Lance, interrupting his pinning over the poster. "And you! You're Pidge Holt!"

They all screamed. Lance was impressed they didn't break the glass behind them. Pidge elbowed Lance in the ribs, "This is all your fault!" The whispered in a rush. They never really liked getting recognized out in the street like this, but Lance adored it. He instantly turned on the charm.

"Ladies." He threw on his biggest, most confident grin. They one he used on stage that made the girls (and some guys) go wild. "How's it going? Wanna picture?"

The girls screeched again, pulling out their phones. Lance and Pidge stood for a few photos. One of the girls begged Lance for a selfie. He happily obliged, holding the phone out with one of his long arms and hugging the girl with the other. She practically melted against him.

"Thank you so much! You guys totally rock." The ringleader of the trio gushed.

"Aw, thanks. I knew I rocked individually, but it's good to know we rock as a whole." Lance grinned.

"Isn't that a line from Scott Pilgrim?" Pidge snorted.

"Ignore them ladies," Lance buried them in a headlock. "Thanks for keeping my ego nice and big! Oh and don't forget, our new album drops in December." Pidge squirmed against Lance's side, a whole manner of curse words muffled by his jacket.