TW: Panic attack
Lance wandered backstage nervously. "Has anybody seen Keith? He's supposed to be on in five minutes." "I saw him in the back." Pidge answered.
Lance walked towards the back changing rooms. He found the room with Keith's name on it. He knocked on the door, no answer. "Keith?" Lance opened the door.
Keith was curled up on the floor. His hands were on his head and his knees were to his chest. His breathing was heavy and broken. There were sobs that could be heard from the raven-haired boys mouth.
Lance dropped to the floor in front of him. "Keith. Hey. It's okay. Takes some deep breaths. Breathe with me." Lance breathed in a little heavily, Keith soon followed suit.
Lance and Keith breathed in sync for a little bit. Keith eventually sat up, wiping the tears from his eyes. Lance kissed him softly. Keith melted a bit and smiled.
Lance took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears. He fixed his little bit of makeup and took him out to the stage.
Lance watched as Keith preformed better than he ever has done. After the show, Keith found Lance. "Thank you, Lance." "If we do it more, we might get more views." Lance smirked.
Keith took the invitation and leaned in for them to kiss again.
Really short. Sorry. I was just writing to write. Have a good day guys, girls, genderbends, and other gendered friends.
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