Esto Es Teatro, Coño~! A Voltron School Theatre AU (Featuring Klance and Shatt!)

a start

Voltron High School' That was the name for this stupid excuse of a school. Keith sighed, this was where he was going to spend the rest of his years in foster care, after his 18th birthday, he'd get the fuck out of there. He couldn't wait. Keith stepped out of his foster 'mom's' car, wishing he'd brought his motorcycle instead. 

The big building bulged out of the ground, looming over Keith like it was trying to intimidate him. "Not today satan." Keith blurted out. Now, reader before you jump to assumptions, no Keith was not the religious type. But his foster parents were the type to sneak into J.K Rowling's facebook dms and link their local Church with the occasional "Please get help!!". Too bad their foster child is gayer than Lady Gaga. Keith plugged in his earbuds, opening up some MCR and The Neighborhood. Keith depended on his emo music after all. 

Walking to the entrance, Keith noticed how full of students the school was and a big sign displaying "JOIN THE ALL NEW THEATRE CLUB! EVERY WEEKDAY STARTING TODAY!!". Keith rolled his eyes, who in their right mind would join that? Keith walked past the sign and the blue-eyed latino who was holding it. "Wait! You! With the Mullet!" Keith turned around to see a tall boy with blue eyes, tan skin, and short brown wavy locks. Probably an 8. "I'm Lance! You new here?" Keith paused. "Yeah, Uhm I'm Keith." God, he had messed this up already. "Would you like to join Theatre?" 'Lance' was smiling now. Keith sighed, he really didn't want to, but the puppy dog eyes and the smile just really seemed appealing at the moment. "Where do I sign up?" Keith responded, giving his best fake grin. "Right here," Lance pointed to his groin area. "WHATTHEFUCKkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," Keith thought as his face turned red. "Haha! I'm joking, Mullet! Here, just put your name on this sheet." Lance handed Keith a sheet of paper and a pen. Keith scribbled "Keith Kogane" on it and ran to the front office as the warning bell for homeroom rang.

"Hello, I'm the transfer student from Galra..." Keith told the lady at the desk. "Oh, You. Keith is it? I'm Mrs. Haggar." Keith paused. Why was this woman so rude? Keith knew that Galra and Voltron were rival schools, but damn. "Yeah, can I have my schedule and locker number?" Mrs.Haggar grunted and gave Keith a sheet of paper. "Locker number 189 and your homeroom is Mr. Coran room 413. You are excused from a tardy but don't expect sympathy tomorrow." She said in a robotic tone without looking up from her computer. Keith took a deep breath and looked down at the sheet. 413?! On the FOURTH FLOOR? Keith groaned and headed for the stairs. "Whoop dee doop." He muttered, running up the stairs. 

He reached the room and opened up the door. Everyone looked up. "Why Hello There! Are you the Transfer? Keith, Right?" A Redheaded man with a mustache perked up. He had a strange accent, probably from the UK. "yeah that's me." Keith said unenthusiastically. He sat at the only seat empty in the class, ignoring the mutters and whispers scattering through the class. Maybe he shouldn't have worn eyeliner today, some people couldn't handle good looks. The bell rang and everyone ran out of the room, heading to their first-period class. Keith groaned in distaste. Time to be productive.

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It was lunchtime, aka time to sit alone and listen to the black parade while sobbing and chopping down on a taco.Keith sighed and took his lunch plate, looking for a place to sit down. This is like middle school all over again.

"Hey! Mullet! Come sit 'ere!" Keith turned around to see Lance sitting at a table with a bunch of other people. He took out his earbuds reluctantly and sat on the only seat available, which was next to the Lance. A short girl with short ginger hair and circle glasses  spoke up."Hey! I'm Pidge. You're the Transfer, right? Lance has been talking about you for the past period." Keith blinked and turned to his right to see a blushing Lance. "Uhh-" "THAT ISN'T TRUE PIDGEEE!" A burst of laughter erupted from the table as Lance sunk into his taco. Keith felt a glare from across his seat. It was a girl with piercing blue eyes, high pigtails, and a sharp nose. She was giving the death glare at Keith. What did he do now?  Keith shrugged it off until the girl opened her mouth. "Lanceeeeeee, Sweetieee, Wanna ditch this dump and come with me?" Lance turned around to face her. "Nyma, babe, not now." Lance looked tired with her. "But these losers are borrringg meeee-" 

"Then fuck off?"

 Lance had cut her off. 

The whole table went silent. 

'Nyma' stood up and walked away, her hands bundled up in a fist. A large guy with an orange headband wrapped around his hair spoke first. 

"Dessert?"