Klance Oneshots/headcanons

Caring (part 2)

~hi again! here's part two to Caring. There will PROBABLY be a part three~

(Lance's pov)

I think there's someone standing outside my room. I heard them walk to my door, and didn't hear footsteps leave. I don't really want to let them in. If they knock, I guess I can be okay with someone coming in, but I'm sure not inviting them. They probably were told to come talk to me anyways, not just visiting out of the goodness of their heart.

Finally, they knock. "Come in," I say, trying to sound somewhat upbeat. I sit up in bed. The door slides open with a satisfying swishhh and click. I look up, expecting Hunk's round face, or Shiro's hair floof. I jump up at what I see instead. Keith.

"Hi," he says. I think he's nervous. I almost laugh at the situation. Keith's in my room and he's nervous.

"What are you doing here?" I ask. Realizing I might sound rude, I blush and fumble to make myself sound more welcoming. "Um, I mean, hi?"

"Hi," Keith says again. It's his turn to turn red. He hurries on. "Are you... okay? You haven't been yourself lately."

He noticed, I think. I didn't think anyone noticed. "Ya know, just tired. Saving the universe and all," I bluff.

"Okay. Are you sure though?" Keith sits down next to me. My brain short-circuits while looking at his pale, violet-eyed face. All I can remember is some meme from earth... two bros chillin' in a hot tub 5 feet apart... how does it end? Eh, who cares. Anyway, I suddenly just want to tell Keith everything. I want to tell him about how no one actually likes me, how I feel useless, even about the "tiny little" crush I have on him. But before I can say anything, he awkwardly leans towards me, his arms extended. I scoot closer to him and fall into the hug, a single tear sliding down my face. It hits his shoulder and he pushes me away - holding me at arm length.

"What's up?" he asks, and the quiet, un-Keith-like manner of his voice makes me start full out bawling. I lean back onto his shoulder, sniffling. His small arms wrap around me, trying to comfort me. I feel even worse now, because I'm probably making Keith feel bad. He awkwardly pats my back, helping me to calm down.

I decide to spill. I tell him everything, even the bits about how I love training with him and how I wish we could spend more time together. I don't look at him the whole time. I just stare down at my hands in my lap. When I finish, the bed shifts slightly. He's gotten a little closer to me, his knee just centimeters away from mine. He puts a hand under my chin and pulls my face to look towards his. His eyes are the darkest I've ever seen them, a deep midnight purple.

"It's my turn to tell you something," he says quietly. "I think I love you, Lance McClain." I just stare at him for a moment before he closes the distance between us. His lips touch mine and his eyes flutter closed. At first the kiss is soft, but it almost immediately grows more intense. That's when I realize.

I am kissing Keith. And he's kissing me. And it's so... so Keith. He's fierce and passionate, his lips wild under mine. I bring my hands up to his head and weave my fingers through his hair. His body is tense and strong and when I pull away from the kiss, he relaxes. I catch my breath and stare at him. Suddenly, Keith leaps up, his face bright red. He dashes out of the room, and his footsteps echo in the empty hallway. I fall onto my back, happy for the first time in a long, long while. I touch my lips with two fingers, my hand shaking. And I realize that I want to do that again. And again and again.