Room 1013

Twelve Percent

"A twelve percent chance?!" Lance paced around their small living room. His head was filled with scenes of Keith dying. No matter what he did, he couldn't stop imagining everything that could go wrong. He didn't know that much about doctors and medicine, but anybody could tell that twelve percent was very low.

Keith sat on the red couch hugging a decorative pillow, "It's risky, I know."

"Keith," Lance let out a chuckle of disbelief and shook his head. "This is so insane." He scratched his hair in frustration, "You knew, didn't you?"

Keith cowered his head, "Yeah." He raised his eyes, "I did."

Lance threw his arms up, "Why didn't you tell me?"

He shrugged his shoulders and pouted, "I wanted you to hear about everything before you heard the chances."

"Keith." Lance stopped pacing and stared down at him. Keith's fingers tugged his sleeves down over his hands. His lips were parted and his crystal eyes were lowered along with his head. Lance took a long breath to calm himself down. Keith knew exactly how to bring him to his knees. Slowly, he knelt down in front of him and took his hand.

Keith lifted his head and batted his eyes, "It's the only way."

Lance's chest was shot with every word he said. The last thing he wanted to lose was Keith's beautiful voice. "Keith, our relationship was built on risk." He laced their fingers, "I never minded how dangerous we were. But I need to know, from you, if this is what we want." He emphasized his words, "If it is, then I'll support you no matter what."

"No matter what?"

Lance shook his head, "No matter what."

Keith moved up and wrapped his arms around his neck, bringing him into a hug. He kissed Lance's hair, "Yes. This is what we want." He pulled away and cupped his cheeks with a smirk, "Now how about we start taking our clothes off and you can fuck me right here?"

Lance let out an excited laugh, "I love you so much."

Keith tossed the box of glitter pens into the cart, leaving his hands up for an extra moment as if he had thrown a basketball. When the pens clinked as they touched the bottom, Keith pumped his fist and whispered a successful yes.

Lance had his arms crossed and propped onto the cart handle. He laughed at the cute dances Keith did as he shopped. "You look like you're having fun."

Keith turned around to look through the array of notebooks. "Yes, I am." He picked up one with a grey kitten face and one with a beagle puppy.

"Do you always have such girly school supplies?" Lance eyed the notebook choices in his hands.

Keith turned to look at him and smiled under his mask, "Yes." He set both notebooks in the cart, "Bright colors and cute animals keep me sane when I'm in Biology."

Lance took a few steps forward, pushing the cart to follow Keith. "You don't like science?"

"I hate science," Keith groaned. "The only one I actually like is astrology."

"I hate math."

"You hate school in general." Keith picked out an elaborate mechanical pencil.

Lance nodded in defeat, "That's true."

Keith trotted over to him and pulled his mask down to kiss Lance's cheek. Lance grabbed his cheek to kiss his lips. They pulled back and rested their foreheads together. Lance breathed out a happy sigh, "But cats? Really?"

Keith pulled back and slapped his arm, "Stop making fun of my notebooks."

Lance wrapped his arms around Keith's waist and picked him up to spin him around. He held him up when he stopped, "We're gonna be in school together."

Keith laughed and cupped his cheeks, "The sweethearts of Branch P. High School."

Lance slowly lowered him back down, "People are gonna think we're the brothers of Branch P. High School."

"Or cousins," Keith added.

Lance took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, "That'll get annoying."

Keith nodded, clicking his teeth. "Major."