The Red Paladins Klance

Chapter 37

Lance was back to normal the day after the diplomatic meeting. Pidge had contacted them in the morning, rambling excitedly about new Garrison uniforms that were made for the team, and that they had to come try it on. “You think Pidge is exaggerating, or are they actually going to look good?” Lance whispered in his ear. Keith chucked, “I’m sure it’ll be fine. As long as they’re not still that boring, dull orange colour.” He said. Lance laughed as they both entered the Garrison. “I’ll see you in a bit.” Keith said, quickly kissing his cheek before walking away from him. Once he put on his uniform, which was coloured his signature red instead of the orange that he always disliked, he walked out, going to where Lance had gone off.

   And when he saw him looking himself over, in the same uniform but except it was light blue, his eyes widened as his jaw dropped open. “Whoa.” He said. Lance instantly turned to him, his own eyes widening. “You look so handsome. The blue brings out your eyes.” Keith said. Lance darkly blushed as he nervously smiled, “T-thank you. You look very handsome too. Red’s definitely your colour.” He said. Keith turned just as dark red, smiling shyly, “T-thank you.” He said nervously. He then held out his hand, “Come on. We don’t want the others waiting for us for too long.” He said. Lance came to him and took his hand, their fingers entwining as they walked down the halls. “And here they are. The co-leaders of Voltron, Keith and Lance McKogane.” Shiro’s voice caught their attention, and they looked to see him walking toward them, in a white and grey Garrison uniform.

“White and grey, huh? Thought they’d give you black.” Lance said.

“I’m not the leader of Voltron anymore. I’m Captain of the Atlas, remember?” Shiro said. “Come to think of it, why didn’t they give you black? And me red?” Lance asked, turning to Keith. Keith shrugged, “Guess they know what our former roles used to be.” He said. “Let’s get going. It’s just a small ceremony, and then you’re free to go.” Shiro said. While at the ceremony, Keith and Lance were sort of in their own little space, quietly reminiscing about their days as cadets. “You wanna know something? You remember that simulation Shiro made us run when we first came into the Garrison, where we had to pilot through the…” Lance began to ask, and then they both spoke at the same time, “Asteroids.” Lance smiled at him, and Keith nodded, “Yeah, I remember that. What about it?” He said.

   “I remember watching you on your turn. Seeing you pass Level 5. No one could even get past Level 3. I remember being in such awe of you.” Lance said. Keith smiled, “Did you think I was cool?” He asked playfully. Lance blushed as he laughed, “Yeah, I did. And then I made you my fake rival because I didn’t know what I was feeling toward you.” He said. Keith laughed, and Lance suddenly reached out and twined their fingers together, “Hey...you wanna get outta here? Go for a walk?” He asked quietly. “As nice as that sounds, this is important, Lance. It’s a ceremony for us, and we’re Voltron’s co-leaders. It would be a bit disrespectful for us to leave when we’re meant to be here.” Keith said.

Lance pouted and whined, “Aw, come on. 15 more minutes and then we leave? Please?” He said.

“We can’t.” Keith said. “20?” Lance asked. “It’s just for an hour, Lance. That’s it. I promise when we’re done, we can walk around all day. Okay?” Keith said amusingly. Lance let out a long sigh, “Fine. Fine.” He said as he pulled his hands away, beginning to fiddle with the Voltron insignia on Keith’s uniform. “You’re no fun.” He said quietly. Keith snuck a look around before craning his head and quickly kissing Lance’s cheek, “Stop pouting like that, you’ll make me give in.” He said amusingly. “What do you think I’m trying to do?” Lance asked. Keith laughed softly. Once the ceremony was finished, Lance quickly pulled him away, leading him down the halls. “Hold on!” A voice shouted. They both stopped and turned, only to both get surprised when they saw that the MFE pilots were coming toward them.