Yeah so this is basically following Lemon Boy by cavetown. If you do not know this song, this is me trying my best to pull you out from the rock you live under.

Enjoy some super cheesy Klance

"If Mr. Anderson gives us another packet, I'm actually dropping out." Samantha complained.

"Have you heard? Someone saw Mr. Anderson shopping at the mall. You'll never guess what that old geezer was getting." Laura leaned back on her hands. She was sitting on top of the desk with her feet on the chair.

"What?!" Samantha was grinning now.

"Lingerie." Laura said quietly.

"Oh my gosh! Lance, did you hear that?" Samantha slapped his arm playfully.

"Oh come on... Mr. Anderson isn't that bad. And I hardly believe that's true." Lance tapped his pencil against his thigh.

"Oh lighten up, he gives too much homework, I know you're thinking it too." Laura rolled her eyes.

"Ladies, Lance doesn't want to hear about your girly gossip." Brock walked up to the bunch and sat on his desk lazily. He wore a red letterman's jacket that Lance suspected he never left the house without.

"Sup Broccoli." Lance smiled doing their signature handshake.

The bell rang and just as quickly, Mr. Anderson walked into the classroom. He was a short stubby man but sweet overall. He had kind eyes and a warm face. "Alright, take your seats, the bell has rung."

Lance immediately stood and went to his assigned seat, almost too quickly. He sat next to Keith, swinging his bag to the floor.

Keith was mostly quiet, Lance had only recalled the boy speaking on very few occasions. He was handsome though, Lance wondered if he even had many friends.

"How are your papers on the scarlet letter coming along?" Mr. Anderson smiled. Groans sounded from much of the class.

Laura turned around in her seat and made a gagging gesture to Lance who just smiled.

"Alright, I'm gonna teach you all how to get an A on everything." The teacher rubbed his hands together preparing to lecture.

"Does it involve committing adultery in a 17th century Puritan town?" Keith muttered quietly to himself.

Lance unexpectedly let out a light snort and then a chortle. He quickly cupped a hand over his mouth to suppress it. The corner of Keith's mouth turned up, he hadn't expected Lance to find that funny.

The teacher turned around and gave a disapproving look to Lance, but he returned to the board. Lance's friends all glanced back at him to give him questioning looks.

The lecture was slow and boring, and barely provided anything worth note taking. "Alright, that's enough lecture for the day." Mr. Anderson slid on his glasses and pulled out a stack of papers. "I'm going to hand back your test results over the scarlet letter. It's obvious most of you never actually read it like you were supposed to."

He walked back and forth between each row handing the students their papers face down. As soon as Lance got his, he carefully lifted the edge to see the grade so no one else could. Except, Keith caught a glimpse of the A. Keith himself also got an A.

"Psst, Lance! What'd you get?" Laura turned around in her seat.

"Totally bombed it." Lance laughed. "Barely even read the thing."

"Same." She held up her test showing the big F.

"I must be the smart one of the group." Samantha held up her paper, proudly flaunting her C.

"Whatever, D's get degrees." Brock held up his test showing the D.

"It's actually C's get degrees. But whatever helps you sleep at night." Lance nervously tapped his pencil.

Lance's friends all turned back around.

"What about you?" Lance asked quietly to Keith.

Keith silently held up his paper. "Same as you."

Lance rubbed the back of his neck. "I was just lucky."

"Riiight." Keith nodded.

Lance awkwardly turned his attention back to the teacher and pursed his lips.

"Alright, I want you all to parter up with someone. I'm going to pass out an essay and you will together--meaning equal participation from both of you--write a rhetorical analysis." He glanced at the class over his glasses.

Quickly the teacher handed out the papers and released them into the chaos of finding a partner.

"Lance want to be partners?" Samantha asked with a grin.

"Sorry, I already agreed to be partners with Keith." Lance gave a half smile. She sighed and found some other person.

"You did, did you?" Keith raised an eyebrow.

"Please be my parter." Lance begged. "I know they're me friends but I can't be left to do the assignment by myself again."

"I guess I'll have mercy." Keith leaned back in his chair and began reading the handout. "We're analyzing an essay on gender equality. Not bad."

Lance smiled, this assignment was going to fly by working with him.

They started off by targeting techniques the author used in the writing and highlighting examples in the text.

"I'll take the intro if you take the conclusion." Keith offered.

"Deal. I hate writing introductions." Lance happily writing his half as Keith did his.

The bell rang and Lance sighed, "Looks like we'll have to finish outside of class."

"Here," Keith wrote his number on a sticky note, "I'm free tonight if you are."

"Yeah, that works." Lance took the note a little eager. "Do you drive?"

"No." Keith slid his binder into his backpack.

"I could just drive us." Lance offered.

"Sounds good," Keith pulled his backpack over his shoulder. "See you later." He smiled.

Lance found he was grinning a little wider than he meant. "See ya," he waved.

"Sucks that you got stuck with him. You need to learn how to say no." Laura leaned on Lances desk watching him finish packing his stuff.

"Sometimes you're too nice for your own good." Samantha chuckled.

"He's actually really great, I think you guys would like him." Lance pulled his bag on.

They giggled. "What are you doing tonight?" Laura asked.

"I'm actually finishing up the analysis with Keith." Lance started to walk with the other three.

"Shit Lance, it's a Friday night. Just say you got busy and let him finish it." Brock nudged him.

"What? Why?" Lance looked at them with a frown.

"Welll... Brock has a friend-" Samantha started.

"-Who's a freshman in college!" Laura intervened.

"And he's throwing a party. It's supposed to be amazing!" Samantha finished.

"No, even if I do cancel with Keith, I have other commitments. I told my mom I'd help her make a cake for my sibling's birthday tomorrow." Lance lied.

"Uggh, fine. You used to be way more fun." Laura frowned branching off to her class.

"Yeah, you need to loosen up a little." Samantha rolled her eyes and pushed his shoulder.

Lance chuckled. "You make me sound like a stick in the mud."

"Yeah, yeah," Samantha left waving him off with a smile.

"So?" Brock started, "When are you gonna tap that?"

"What? Tap who?" Lance grimaced.

"Samantha dude. She was flirting with you." Brock frowned. "I'm disappointed, thought I brought you up better than that man."

"I don't know, I still have the weekend." Lance laughed doing his handshake with Brock and they parted ways.

Lance rubbed his eyes. Now he had to find some kind of excuse to avoid Samantha for the weekend. Brock assumed he wasn't a virgin and Lance never corrected him. Not to mention, he had no interest in Samantha.

Lance pulled out his phone and put Keiths number in. His stomach did a small flip.

Lance: Hey, it's Lance, wanna meet by the east entrance after school?

Lance went to class and during the lesson he felt his phone vibrate. He tried to ignore it, the text could wait.

He stood up and grabbed the bathroom pass. Lance walked into the hall and pulled out his phone.

Keith: Yeah
Keith: I might be few minutes late, we're doing a lab and cleanup usually goes past the bell.

Lance: Kk, see you in a few!

Lance stared at his screen. He picked apart the messages. Maybe he shouldn't have added the exclamation point.

He started heading back to class. No, the exclamation point adds a bit of flavor.

He sat down. But it's so obnoxious.

No, the punctuation makes the text less bland. Otherwise it would sound like he was unhappy.

But, it's also-

Ding!

The bell finally rang and Lance jumped up from his seat. He sped walked to the East entrance and waited nervously.

A few moments later, Keith could be seen walking down the hall.

Lance stood up a little straighter and ran a hand through his hair. "Hey."

"Hey." Keith gave a small half smile.

"That didn't take you long at all." Lance began to walk next to him as they exited the building.

"Surprisingly, I managed to finish early." Keith followed Lance.

"You were just excited to do homework with me, obviously." Lance joked unlocking his Jeep.

"Don't flatter yourself." Keith grinned. They threw their backpacks in the backseat and climbed in.

Lance started his Jeep and soft jazz began to play. Lance quickly switched it off at lightning speed.

"What was that?" Keith questioned.

"What?" Lance put the vehicle in reverse.

"Are you trying to hide your music choice from me?" Keith raised an eyebrow.

Lance sighed, "It's lame, you won't like it."

Keith reached out and turned it back on. The music poured out of the speakers once again.

Keith closed his eyes and listened carefully.

Lance was staring at him, slightly in awe.

"Hmm, Jazz?" Keith suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at Lance.

Lance went to speak but found nothing came out.

Honk!

Lance suddenly jumped and began to back out. "Oops." Someone had honked their horn after waiting for Lance to back out.

Keith chuckled glancing out the window. They got in the large line to leave the parking lot. "So, where should we set up?" Lance asked.

"Hm, your house?" Keith suggested.

They pulled into Lance's driveway and climbed out.

"I'm not saying cats isn't a good play, but the movie was terrifying." Keith grabbed his bag and shut the door.

"I second that." Lance laughed grabbing his bag and unlocking the front door.

They walked inside and Lance closed the door behind them. Keith made note that the house smelled like vanilla and lavender.

"Hurry, before my siblings find out your here." Lance laughed going up the stairs. Keith quickly followed him to the bedroom. Lance closed the door behind them. "They won't leave you alone if they find out you're here."

Keith smiled and set down his bag. Lance plopped onto his bed sitting horizontally with his back against the wall. Keith sat next to him and they pulled out their work.

It dawned on Keith how many people at Voltron High would kill to even step foot in Lance's room let alone sit on his bed. Keith--as out of the loop he typically is with high school drama--was not oblivious to the high interest girls have with the tall boy. Yet, all it took was a a partner assignment, and now here he was, sitting on Lance McClain's bed, listening to jazz.

Not even twenty minutes later, the assignment was finished. However, neither of the two boys showed any intention of stopping the night there.

They continued to sit and talk about anything and everything. They had absolutely no filter as they jumped from one topic to the next.

"Laaaance! Mom says you have to set the table!" Lance's younger sister called up the stairs.

Both boys looked at each other. Lance stood up and stretched. "Wanna have dinner with us?"

"No, that's okay, your family wasn't really expecting me-" Keith started to decline.

"Oh come on, there's so many of us you'll blend right in anyway." Lance rolled his eyes and pushed him out into the hallway.

"O-okay," Keith smiled, he really didn't have much of a choice.

"Hey mama." Lance kissed his mother's cheek as he walked into the kitchen. "Do you mind if Keith joins us?"

"Oh of course not! Sit down!" She smiled welcomingly. "Finally, I was beginning to worry Lance didn't have any friends. I've never seen any." She playfully poked at Lance's side.

Keith smiled and did as he was told. He sat down and immediately was flooded with children. "What's your name?" A young boy asked.

"Your hair is long." Observed a small girl.

"Do you go to school with Lance?" Another small boy bombarded.

"I'm Keith. It is. And yes." Keith chuckled answering all their questions.

Lance smiled watching Keith interact with his siblings, nieces, and nephews. He set down plates along the large table. Even some fold up chairs had been added in addition to the many already there. Lance disappeared for a bit and reappeared with another fold up chair.

Mindie, Lance's niece, was now sitting on Keith's lap playing with his hair. "Oh my gosh." Lance laughed covering his mouth trying to contain it.

"What?" Keith looked up chuckling.

Lance sat across from Keith, having finished setting the table. He rested his chin on his palm as he watched Keith entertain the three kids.

His mom walked out from the kitchen and set a few bowls and plates of food on the table. "You're father made your favorite! Garlic knots and pasta! Can you let everyone know dinner is ready?"

"Yes! Thank you!" Lance jumped up. "La cena está lista!" He called up the stairs.

Keith had taken up to Spanish 2, and he was able to get the general idea of what he said.

Out walked a taller gentleman wearing a cooking apron who Keith assumes is Lance's father. So that's where he gets his height, he thought. The man wasn't Latino but Lance's mother was.

"Hi, I'm Lances dad, you can call me John." He held out his hand.

Keith took it firmly and shook it. "Nice to meet you, I'm Keith."

"Good handshake!" He exclaimed. "You need to teach Lance that. You go to shake his hand and it's like a limp noodle."

Keith laughed, "We'll work on that."

"Good." He smiled a very dad like smile and pulled off his apron.

People of all ages began flooding the kitchen and Lance quickly stole a spot next to Keith. Lance began pointing at people introducing them. There were a lot of names to memorize.

Everyone finally settled in their seats. They all reached out holding hands with the person sitting next to them, Lance and his younger niece Mindie held Keith's hands. They all said prayer before digging in.

Keith was surprised at how quickly the family welcomed him, as if they'd known him for years.

They were all talking loudly and telling stories and remising. Keith laughed at every single one. If there was anything the McClain family was good at, it was telling a story.

"So Keith, you're in the same grade as Lance right?" Lance's mom, Martha, asked.

"Yeah, we have English together." Keith said taking a bite of the pasta. It was heavenly good.

"Mind if I ask your last name?" She asked.

"Kogane."

"Hm, I don't recognize it. What do your parents do for a living?" She asked taking a sip of water.

Keith looked down at his plate and shifted uncomfortably. "My...- they passed away."

His mother suddenly put down her glass and looked at him. "Oh." Her eyes seemed to tear up. "How may I ask?"

"Um, my mother died during childbirth and my father was a firefighter. He died on the job when I was eight."

"I'm so sorry." She pursed her lips and dabbed at the corners of her eyes with a napkin. "They'd be proud of you, you are a very fine young man."

Lance was staring at him a little shocked but there was pity in his eyes. It made Keith uncomfortable. He wanted to lighten the mood again. The table was dead silent as all eyes were on him.

"You can thank my brother for that then. He and Adam raised me." Keith smiled.

"Adam?" She asked. Keith could feel the mood already beginning to lighten.

"My brothers husband. They both teach science at the university." Keith felt himself tense a little, he didn't know if these people were homophobic or not.

"That's wonderful! Jordan, do you know them?" She turned to Lances brother. "He's a student there." She explained.

"Yeah, Mr. Takashi is one of my professors! He's amazing!" Jordan was smiling from ear to ear.

Just like that, the conversation had taken off again.

"Hey Keith, maybe we could have dinner again and we could invite Adam and Shiro." John, Lance's father, offered.

Keith glanced at Lance who was smiling. "That would be amazing," he felt his heart swell in his chest.

"Here, let me take that." Lance grabbed Keith's plate from him as he walked into the kitchen.

"I can help you." Keith followed him to the sink.

"You're a guest." Lance scolded him while scrubbing the plate.

Keith pulled open the dishwasher and took the plate from him setting it in. "See? Teamwork."

Lance chuckled, "You're so stubborn."

When they left the kitchen they went back to Lances room so Keith could grab his things. They got in Lances Jeep and he began to take him home.

"You know, my family really liked you." Lance said as they pulled out of the driveway. "Like, really liked you."

Keith felt like that was some sort of accomplishment. "Can I ask you something, if you promise not to take offense?"

"Okay... sure," Lance smiled nervously.

"Why are you friends with... well your friends?" Keith nervously asked. Jazz smoothly rolled through the air, without it, it would be silent.

"I don't... what do you mean?" Lance's hands gripped a little tighter on the steering wheel.

"Well, first of all, you lie to them about the kind of person you are. You aren't anything like them in fact." Keith said matter of factly.

Lance looked at him, his face sour.

"Which is a good thing." Keith quickly tried to correct whatever misunderstanding Lance pulled from his statement. "They... well you..." Keith sighed.

"'Well I' what?" Lance frowned.

Keith bit his cheek. "You're not yourself around them. Around them...- the person you were at your house just there, that was you. That felt more like you than I've seen. But when you're around them, it's like I can feel you holding your breath."

"Is this because of the test grade?" Lance asked. He was missing what Keith was saying, mostly on purpose.

"It's more than that. You care about your future and your family. Don't you ever get tired of being around people who don't? People who tell you what brands to buy, what clothes to wear, what to laugh at, how to fix your hair, all of it." Keith is looking at him now. "I'm not stupid. I sit next to you for forty minutes, five days a week, and I feel like I've managed to piece you together, but what I can't figure out, is why you don't walk away from all of it."

Lance sucked in a breath. "Going into high school, I didn't have any friends all of freshman year. Sophomore year, they sort of took me under their wing in a way. Even though they told me what to do, wear, and say... at least I was part of something. At least I wasn't eating alone at lunch or sitting in the back of classrooms wondering if anyone even knows my name." Lance stopped at a stoplight. The sun was going down and his skin seemed to glow. "I never left because... I don't want to go back to that."

Keith watched as Lance's knuckles were white holding onto the wheel.

"I am sick of