Say The Word (Klance AU)

Chapter 8

Dating Keith was more than Lance could ever have imagined. Having been in one very serious relationship and a few not so serious ones, Lance thought he knew what to expect venturing into this bond. But he was continually taken by surprise. And it wasn't like big, earth-shattering surprises, but small things, tiny really, which made the all the difference.

Like the way Keith let him hold his hand whenever he wanted. The way he'd listen intently whenever Lance was rambling on about something. How he'd run his fingers through Lance's hair whenever they kissed. So many little things like that that made his heart soar.

Unfortunately, Keith was a working boy and he was currently on a plane to LA.

The three weeks they had before his trip was too much fun and now Lance was left incredibly bored. He'd taken the time to take Keith to the airport, thinking ahead and borrowing Hunk's car for the job. He gaped at the size Keith's luggage. Not because it was big, but because it was super tiny.

"That's it? That's all you're taking for a whole month and a half??" He stared at the carry on sized black bag, poking at it with the toe of his sneaker like it might vanish. Keith looked a bit out of it this morning, Lance having kept him all night talking. He was sporting his favorite sweat shirt with his hair pulled back and out of his eyes.

He stared up at Lance, a small smirk on his lips. "I got everything I need."

"This would last me three days. Four at most."

"Well I'm not as high maintenance as you."

"Rude." Lance popped open the trunk and loaded in Keith's bag. He stared at it again. It looked even smaller in the empty space of Hunk's trunk. Lance looked over to his boyfriend and raised a brow.

Keith rolled his eyes, shifting the garment bag he carried over his shoulder. "Stop judging my stuff."

"Not judging, babe. Just observing." Much to Lance's utter joy, Keith blushed at the nickname. It happened every single damn time and Lance just loved to see him get all flustered. He wondered if he'd ever get bored of making Keith blush.

Sidestepping Lance, Keith went to the backdoor and carefully laid out the garment bag on the back seat. Apparently he was expected to go to some sort of launch party for a designer and needed to dress fancy. Lance whined a bit when he realized he wouldn't be getting to see Fancy Keith©, then again he was also whining about the fact that he wouldn't see Keith for a whole six weeks.

Dating a model might be a bit harder than he anticipated.

The two piled into Hunk's funny little car and head towards the airport. The traffic was busier than Lance had guessed and they ended up skipping breakfast. As they pulled into the parking garage, Lance noticed something that made him perk up.

"Hey, your hair..." he turned off the car and reached over to Keith. His fingers trailed over a messy French braid that was nearly unnoticeable in Keith's dark mane. "Damn. This was not one of my best." He joked.

"Better than anything I could do." Keith shrugged. "How'd you learn how to braid anyway?"

Lance played with a loose strand of black hair. "I have three sisters, remember?"

"Oh right." Keith looked down, playing with the end of his sweatshirt.

"What time's your flight?"

"7:45."

"Fuck, we gotta get going."

Lance and Keith hurried out of the garage and into the building, the elevator to the check in counters moving at a snail's pace. Without having any bags to check he breezed through that line and soon they were standing in front of the security line. Keith stood there looking fairly unreadable with his ticket in his hand. Lance glanced at him from the corner of his eye and wondered just what he was thinking.