A Very Happy Keith

The whole story though I probably could've separated it a bajillion times

            The paladins, Coran, and Matt were waiting in the control room for the arrival of everyone's favorite Blade of Marmora member, Keith. Coran, Allura, and Shiro seemed to be engulfed in a serious conversation, presumably surrounding battle strategy or something. On the other side of the room, Hunk and the Holts were having an in-depth talk about the mechanics of the ship while Lance sat alone and watched the door and thought. Since Keith left he really noticed how much the two hung out. He didn't see himself as smart enough to jump into Hunk's conversation, and the political-ness of the other three sort of intimidated him; it was too serious, and he didn't think he had anything helpful to add. Normally he just sat around with Keith playfully banting back and forth. Now that Keith spent so much time with the Blades, Lance really had nobody to talk to. The former blue paladin had just found a very interesting ceiling tile to stare at when the door opened and seconds later Matt Holt was bolting to who stood there; Voltron's very own Keith.

Matt hugged him immediately, and to everyone's surprise, Keith was only surprised for about a second. The embrace didn't last long before Lance surprised Pidge and interrupted.

"Woah, whoa, whoa, what's with the love-fest here?" his voice was bouncing from high to low, but not cracking, and his expression was unintelligible. "Did you two date in high school or something?" He had jumped up from his chair and was now standing in front of the two with crossed arms.

"Since when are you so defensive about me, Lance? You're the only one allowed to call me an 'emo-loner'?" Keith put air quotes around the last two words and after he was done, he shot Pidge a glance, but then his face relaxed as Matt began to speak.

"We were stationed on this one planet together for a while, but there wasn't much happening. I wasn't too far up on the rebel officer charts, and he was new to the Blades. Both of our squads were there gathering data. We started talking and he was really cool and for the entire time we were stationed there, we worked together on what little work we had. I guess we got so wrapped up in everything, we didn't really remember to ask each other's names. By the time the Blades had to go, I barely got in a goodbye," Matt explained. Keith blushed (and continued to blush) when Matt called him "really cool", and he smiled the entire time. Matt turned back to Keith and put each of his hands on the boy's shoulders. "I'm so glad you're okay! We've worked with the Blades a couple times after that, I was worried something happened to you," he said, a light pink crawling across his cheeks. It was so light, only Lance and Keith were really able to notice it. Lance's eyes narrowed and narrowed, to the point he was nearly squinting at the rebel officer.

Keith laughed, "Me? I'm fine! What about you? You're constantly in the line of fire from what I hear," he adds with a smile.

"Oh, I've gotten by. I'm a pretty great fighter, right?" Matt did the unthinkable. He whipped out the finger guns. Right. In. Front. Of. Lance. How could he? The monster. Lance didn't even understand why he was so jealous. Probably something about wanting to be friends with Keith but only having that weird rivalry-thing, but eh, who needs reasoning when anger is bubbling up inside you and you have a perfect target?

"Alright, alright! Let's break this barf-fest up before that title gets a little too accurate. Keith, why don't you go talk to Allura about the Blades's intel? Or Pidge and Hunk about the tech? We don't need to see any more of the Mullet-Tree reunion than we already have," Lance said, obviously irritated and red-faced.

"Tree?" Keith asked.

"Lance started calling Matt 'Tree' because he's taller than him and Lance hates it," Pidge answers, not looking up from the paper of notes and sketches on the table.