Star Tipping // Klance

put your head on my shoulder (2)

put your head on my shoulder - Paul Anka

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tw: blood

It was 3 in the afternoon and Lance's day had already gone to shit. Charlie was as sick as a dog, Mama and Papa had gone out on their monthly date, so that meant that Lance had to be the one in charge.

Elena was being a little brat and fighting with Julian over the last cookie, the kitchen was a mess and Lance had just gotten a text that his parents weren't going to make it home tonight.

Lance let out a sigh of frustration.

"Elena." He approached his younger sister, she was outside on the back porch, "Hon, share the cookie. Here." He made a move to grab it from her hands. "I'll do it so it's fair."

"Humph." Julian pouted and crossed his arms.

"There, fair and square, now go feed the pigs before I take the cookie back." Lance poked her cookie filled cheeks which earned him a slap on the hand. "Ow, rude."

"You can't tell me what to do, you're not Mama!"

"Elly, you're acting like a baby, suck it up and do your chores." Lance snapped.

She huffed, then put in her neon yellow earbuds and stomped off to the shed mumbling curses under her breath.

Lance slumped his shoulders and turned to Julian, "Ju, you gotta help out too okay?"

"But-"

"No buts, go clean your room. I'm going to start to make soup for Charlie." Lance ruffled the younger boy's hair.

"Ugh, fine." he trudged off.

Perhaps Lance could get some down time and finish that book he was reading. He could turn on a show for the kids to distract them and he could escape to his room, maybe set an appointment to get his car in the shop.

The sound of glass shattering interrupted his thoughts.

Perhaps not.

A small yell came from said room. A shout that could only be from the smallest member of the Serrano family.

"Oh no." Lance breathed out. He reached for the screen door and pulled it open with haste, "Joey?!"

"Lannce." The cries grew louder.

Lance turned into the kitchen to be approached by the sight of his little baby brother bleeding out of his hand on the ground.

"Oh my shit, Joey what happened." Lance carefully grabbed the little boys arm to observe the cut. It was small, but deep and it looked like it had glass in it.

Joey was sobbing and talking incoherently pointing at the shattered glass bowl on the ground. "Tried to clean." He mumbled out holding Lance's other hand.

"Shhh, baby boy, it's okay." Lance's shirt was beginning to soak up the blood. He cradled Joey in his arms and carefully picked him up.

"I want Mamaaaa" He started to sob harder than before.

"Aw, buddy, it's going to be okay."

By this time most of the siblings had gathered to the kitchen, Julian was frozen in shock cookie crumbs and chocolate all over his cubby face.

"Julian, I need you to go to Charlie's room and tell him that I'm going to the hospital to get Joey stiches." Lance balanced Joey on one arm as the child clutched onto Lance's shirt tightly.

"Okay."

"Elena, take my phone from my back pocket and call Pidge, Hunk, Shiro, anyone to come watch Julian. I don't trust you after that last time you pulled something home alone. Also text Mama and Papa and tell them what happened, tell them we're okay, just wanted to let them know. I'm going to get the car warmed up."