The Red Paladins Klance

Chapter 35

“The Garrison was talking about your victory earlier. You should have seen it. Shiro was there, talking about you and Keith.” Veronica said. Lance grinned, “Did he, now?” He asked. He looked at Keith, “Hey, babe, did you hear that? Shiro was talking about us.” He said. Keith rolled his eyes, “I know. Don’t let it get to your head.” He said amusingly. “You should be celebrating. We’re like-famous.” Lance said. Keith raised a brow, “Tell me how it would go if you put me in a crowd with a bunch of screaming fans.” He said. Lance laughed, “You’d be so cutely awkward, just standing there, stuttering and shifting side to side.” He teased. Keith blushed, but he nodded. “Exactly.” He said. “Hey, but you’d be with me if we ever did get surrounded by screaming fans.” Lance said. “You know I can’t really deal with that, Blue. I’m not a people person like you.” Keith said, shaking his head. Lance reached out and rubbed his arm, “I know. That’s okay.” He said.

    Veronica got up, “I gotta head to the Garrison. See you boys later.” She said, walking away. “See ya, Ronnie.” Lance called after her as she closed the door. Keith looked at Lance, and Lance met his eyes. “What? What’s wrong?” He asked. “You’re not going to stick me with a bunch of screaming fans, are you?” Keith asked, looking a bit anxious. Lance chuckled amusingly and leaned in to kiss his cheek, “Of course not. Relax, babe. We’ll stay low ‘til the heat dies down. All right?” He said softly, lightly bumping their noses together. “Thank you.” Keith whispered gratefully. Lance gently nuzzled him, “No prob, sweetheart.” He murmured softly. Keith nuzzled him back, a soft, loving purr rumbling inside him. Lance suddenly pulled away with a gasp, and Keith whined at the loss of contact in both protest and confusion, his purring stilling. “What?” He asked.

“You just made me think of something. Disguises.” Lance said.

“What about disguises?” Keith asked. “For us to wear when we go out, obviously!” Lance said. “Nope. No. I’m not doing that. I hate disguises. Remember the space mall?” Keith said. “We were dressed up as space pirates, Keith, I don’t think anyone sensible enough would have found that very memorable either. But with disguises that you’re okay with, it’ll make you feel a whole lot better.” Lance said amusingly. “What kind of disguises are you talking about?” Keith asked. “I might have something in mind. Come on.” Lance said, standing up. Keith stood up, confused, following Lance to his room. “I don’t understand why we have to do this.” Keith said. “Well, I had the thought that laying low would mean we stay in one place. And that is not what I had planned for you, and for us. I said I was taking you everywhere, and I’m taking you everywhere. You don’t like to be cooped up, and I like to move around. It’s a...” Lance began, then trailed off and grinned.

   He made a funny motion, gesturing back and forth, “It’s a win-win scenario. You get what I mean?” He said. Keith stared at him, an amused smile growing on his face as he crossed his arms. “You’re so adorable. Yes, I get what you mean.” He said fondly. “Well then, there you go. That’s why we need disguises.” Lance said. He then stared at Keith, shifting his weight as he put his hands on his hips. “Put up your hair.” He said suddenly. “Why?” Keith asked. “It’s part of your disguise. The way you look right now, this is how people recognize you. Mullet, black clothes, scar, blue marks. If you put your hair up, they won’t recognize you. I know it seems ridiculous and won’t do much, but it at least does something.” Lance said. Keith nodded in understanding, and began to tie up his hair. “Let’s see what I’ve got here...Ooh! This would work perfect for you!” Lance pulled out a red, sleeveless thin sweater from his closet, showing it to Keith. Keith slightly smiled, “Why do you have a red sweater in your closet?” He asked.

“Not everything that I have is red is associated with you, Keith. Besides you yourself.” Lance laughed, throwing the sweater at him.

“Besides, I have a matching blue one. You’re not special, Samurai.” He then said. Before Keith could try on the sweater, Lance suddenly turned to him, “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” He said, as if he had said the worst thing ever. Keith laughed, “Lance, relax. I know you didn’t.” He said amusingly. “Okay, ‘cause I didn’t want you to think that I actually meant it in that way. ‘Special’ doesn’t fit you, anyway.” Lance said, turning red, flustered. Keith smiled, turning dark red. “That’s...that’s sweet, Blue.” He said shyly. Lance smiled back, and leaned in and kissed his cheek. “You’re welcome. Now get changed.” He said. Once they both got changed, Lance suddenly took Keith’s hand and made him sit on the bed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but...I’m going to have to cover up your cute scar.” He said.