A Night to Remember-A Kiss to Forget(A VLD Klance Fanfiction)

Prologue-Keith's Expulsion from The Garrison

<TRIGGERING/SEXUAL MENTIONS>

Those goddamn eyes...

Keith shook his head, trying to focus at the task ahead of him. He was supposed  to be in the simulator-as the only fighter pilot in his class, he never really had to take part in the theory-but he was refusing, protesting he didn't know how to fill up a fuel tank  but in reality he wondered what actually went on while he was shooting down fighter jets. Turns out it's a bunch of note-taking and a lot of staring at the guy in front of him.

You see, Keith wasn't gay ;he just had an appreciation for other another guy's looks, he supposed-but this was different. He knew his name was Lance, he was a bit cocky and egotistical, and his eyes were beautiful. He also had a nice side, it seemed, and the way he stared longingly  at Keith every time he entered the Fighter Simulation. He was only a cargo pilot, but that was when he first noticed him; noticed those eyes. Keith's world had never been the same since.

"KOGANE! WHAT TYPE OF FUEL IS MOST EFFECTIVE FOR A FIGHTER SHIP"

Keith froze up. He had been daydreaming again. "Solar-Energized microcarbons" he said, glancing at his notes quickly.

"INCORRECT! THE RIGHT ANSWER WAS MICROFLOURONS!"

Keith glanced at his notes again "No sir, that's a mothership-"

Iverson cut him off, glaring "Are you questioning my knowledge, Kogane?"

Keith shook his head-everyone was staring at him now, including Lance;he was shaking his head in shock.

Much to everyone's surprise, Pidge-the best communications cadet in the class- cut in "Actually sir, Keith is right. A quick diagram shows that while microcarbons might not give as much speed, the eventual energy conservation is trebled in comparison to microflourons"

Iverson's eyebrow twitched "Silence Gunderson."

Pidge subsequently shut up, and everyone returned to their work.

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It was about two weeks later when the next accident happened. The top three cargo pilots-Lance included- were competing for the fighter pilot position when Keith graduated. Keith, meanwhile, was to judge their performances, and that was when he spoke to Lance for the first time.

"Hey, Keith right?" The cuban walked up to Keith, eyes shining"Got any tips for smashing these losers!" he then proceeded to fistbump the air.

Keith facepalmed-somewhat to hide his blush- and mumbled "Nope, go get your help elsewhere"

His frown dropping, Lance shrugged "Okay man, sorry-geezeUS!" he walked off, Keith cursing under his breath.

The masturbation that night was the best.

<break>

The third-and final- time Lance affected Keith's progress was the day of his expulsion. It was the final examination of the season before students were to return home for Christmas-Pidge seemed nervous at this prospect-but Keith had to stay anyway;he was an orphan after all.Anyways, it was his first ever collaborative simulation-and he was paired with Lance's team. He was to protect from damage as they delivered cargo. As a result of being paired with them, he couldn't concentrate and he utterly failed. While Lance's team was to retake it without Keith anyway for their grades, they each gave him a look of disapproval-exactly what Keith needed. Further proof that he was useless. There was no point to his life anyway.

He knew a highschool crush shouldn't be affecting his life this much, but it was anyway. He didn't care about Iverson's rage;his own backchat's results; his expulsion. None of it mattered anymore. Lance hated him. As he packed his bags;left the Garrison; found that weird shack again, he remembered the short, strange knife his father had given him.

He remembered the way he sat crying in his bed; how he marked up his wrists with bloody cuts. This shack and his bag were all he had left. It was all his fault.

Lance was the only reason to live anymore.