Keith was shocked, he would have had a mental breakdown if he had to stand up for himself, and here he was, watching the boy of his dreams win some kind of modern-day joust over sexuality. Sure, Keith was capable of holding his own and acting self assured, but Lance not crying afterwards was what amazed him.
Lance held an outstretched hand, still offering to take Keith to class.
Keith's breathe got stuck in his throat, trapping itself when he carefully interlaced his fingers with Lance's larger ones.
By the time he would make it to biology, he was ninety percent sure that he'd die of asphyxiation.
Keith didn't die, which was relatively shocking considering all his blood had flooded to his cheeks.
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The dance was tonight and to say the least, Keith felt like he was going to die.
Lance would be picking him up in one hour. That meant he had one hour to panic. Keith, having too much anxiety to sit still all day, was ready.
He had been adorned in a black suit with a red tie. Pidge had said it looked quite becoming on him, though he wasn't sure if that was true or not.
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Locker Neighbors (Klance)
FanfictionKlance High school AU where they don't have communication issues, the characters have flaws, and the mutual pining isn't painful tw: very minor homophobia
