Broken

Hoping For Any More

Hoping For Any More

Over the course of the next several weeks, Keith slowly slipped into a new rhythm. He figured out that the Garretts' shop was one of the best places to spend a Friday evening, and made it a point to go there each week. Hunk's presence always lifted his mood somehow. He could have sword the kid was made of actual sunshine.

He found out that Pidge came over rather often, since their brother had a certain "friend" over rather often, and in their words, there was no way they "could focus on chemistry work while Matt was smushing face his girlfriend less than fifteen feet away." However, Keith had suspicions that wasn't the only reason Pidge liked to come over, and made sure to do his work downstairs every time they did.

He got to know Lance better, got to know how his eyes lit up whenever he talked about something he was interested in, got to know that he had a beautiful voice. He also got to know that he'd been chasing Allura for the past several months and didn't seem like he was giving up any time soon.

This, for some strange reason, brought an odd little feeling, but he brushed it off as feeling bad for the kid. After all, Allura never returned any of his infatuations. That had to be pretty tough, right?

Possibly the biggest thing he got to know was that the "club" that Shiro ran was the aforementioned "Voltron." Lance was a part of it, hence the talk of a red paladin and his absence on Fridays. Shiro often dropped subtle hints that he should come to a meeting and try it out sometime, but Keith didn't take up on his offers until about a month and a half in.

That was when he found himself standing outside of Shiro's classroom, hand hovering over the door handle as he debated whether or not to swing the door open. It would be so easy to turn around and go back to the library so that he could do his homework and have less for the weekend. He could walk away and Shiro would be none the wiser. 

Before he could talk himself out of it, he pushed the handle down, opening the door and stepping into the room silently. Instantly, all eyes were on him and he bit his lip, head ducking down.

"Keith!" Shiro grinned. "Are you joining us this week?"

No, I just wanted to know if we were able to use the printer, Keith wanted to say, but a hum of agreement escaped instead.

"Take any seat you want, we were just about to get started," Shiro said. By this time, nearly everyone had turned back to their previous conversation. Keith glanced around the room, seeing who was there.

Pidge and Corey sat talking with Hunk while Allura chatted animatedly with a girl he didn't recognize. Lance looked like he had been a part of their conversation, but presently, he waved Keith over to where he was sitting.

"So you finally took me up on that red paladin offer, huh?" lance grinned when Keith sat down. Keith dismissed him with a roll of his eyes.

"I don't even know what this is all about," he muttered. "I thought I'd see." Lance nodded.

"'Course," he shrugged. "It's not for everyone. Not all can handle the chaos that goes on in this room." He grinned toward the end, and Keith gathered that lance was rather fond of whatever chaos that had gone down.

"All right, guys," Shiro finally said. "How're we starting off this week?" The girl that had been talking with Allura raised her hand.

"Can we do the high-low-buffalo thing?" she asked. "It was kinda fun last week." Shiro nodded.

"Sure thing, Romelle. Wanna start us off?" Romelle nodded, thinking for a moment.

"Okay, um, my high was probably finally finishing that essay, my low was accidentally tearing a page in one of my books and my buffalo..." she trailed off here, unsure of what to continue with. "Oh! My brother spilled a bottle of Tabasco sauce on our cat on Tuesday. The poor guy's still red."