Glasses Lance

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SORRY, I had a couple good pics of Lance with glasses and couldn't choose soooo, I showed my favorites.

Lance finally finished getting ready for the day and made his way to the dining room. Keith has been training a bit later so he's usually there eating breakfast when Lance is, which neither really mind as much as they'd hate to admit it.

Lance walked in and sat in his usual spot a seat away from Keith. "Sup loser." He said pulling a bowl close to him and pouring his favorite cereal.

Keith was eating left over lasagna that Hunk made sense he's lactose intolerant. Lance felt kinda bad he can't eat some of the same foods as everyone else but decided it was none of his concern.

Keith looked up at Lance as he stuffed a bite into his mouth. "Su-." Then he began... choking?

"Are you Okay?" Lance asked taking a step forward.

"Y-Yeah you just um, I-uh, didn't expec-." He then stopped talking, and quickly looked at his plate taking another bite. There was a very definite and obvious blush on his cheeks.

'That was... weird?' Lance thought,

Hunk walked in whistling like his normal cheery self before stopping to smile at Lance. "Your finally wearing your glasses. I told you you looked fine with them."

"My... glasses?" Lance reached up and touched them. "Damn! Keith! Forget everything you saw! I don't wear glasses!" He immediately turned and pleaded to him. Keith simply sat there confused.

"Why? What's wrong with wearing glasses?" Keith asked.

"Nothing! They just don't look good on me is all! Forget I wore them!" Lance yelled running to his room.

"Sorry Keith. Lance was bullied throughout middle school a lot and they'd tease him about his glasses relentlessly. You know how he gets." Hunk enlightened him.

Keith felt kind of bad, he thought Lance looked cute with them. "I'm going to go talk to him."

"Are you sure? You and Lance don't get along the greatest." Hunk rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Even though Lance liketotallyhasacrushonyou."

"What?"

"What?"

"Never mind. I'm going to go anyway." Keith stood up and walked out heading to Lances room.

'Okay Keith, remain calm.' He said to himself taking a deep breath before knocking.

"Hunk? Is that you?" Lances voice sounded quiet and a little annoyed.

"I-uh no," he ran his fingers through his hair hesitantly, "it's Keith."

"What do you want?"

"Can we talk?" Keith asked.

There was silence for a moment but then shuffling towards the door. Keith stepped back a little ready to be let in but instead the door was opened only a crack and Lances head appeared. "What?"

"Seriously?" Keith rolled his eyes.

"Yes seriously, what do you want? I'm trying to put my contacts in and I can't see anything."

"Fine, then I've got no choice." Keith pushed open the door overpowering the Cuban boy.

"What the frick Keith?!" Lance yelled staring at a chair angrily.

"Lance I'm over here." Keith chuckled grabbing Lances hands without thinking much of it.

"Keith I-." Lance paused before breathing out. "I'm... sorry."

Keith was taken by surprise with Lance actually apologizing. The one time does apologize he has nothing to be sorry for. "No."

"No?"

"You heard me. No." Keith repeated.

"What are you...?"

"Lance, you have nothing to be sorry about, you were upset because of your own and very rational reasons." Keith now became very aware that he was holding Lances hands and let them go.

Lance sighed looking down at his hands before walking to his bathroom and began to put his contacts back in. "You should go. I really am sorry."

Keith was slightly agitated now. Lance didn't do anything wrong. He marched in the and gripped Lances arm. "No, I want to talk to you."

Lance was surprised. He thought for a moment seeming to consider something and hesitate. "Fine just let me get my contacts in so I can see you."

"No, wear your glasses." Keith said softly.

"Why?"

"Because I said, that's why." Keith picked up the glasses and slid them on Lances face gently. They were now both very red.

Lance broke the eye contact look down and walking to his bed. "What do you want to talk about?" Lance looked frustrated and Keith felt his stomach turn.

"Did I do something wrong?" Keith asked standing in front of him now.

"No, it's not your fault." Lance bit his lip anxiously.

"Lance, I want you to know you actually look really good with glasses, like really good." Keith said rubbing his neck nervously.

"Keith stop."

"What? Why?"

"You can't say stuff like that to me."

"And why not?!" Keith was getting aggravated again.

"Because!"

"Because why?!"

"Because I like you!" Lance buried his face in his hands in annoyance. "It's stupid, I know! But you can't say stuff like that to me because it gets my hopes up and-." Lance was cut off when Keith smashed his lips into his.

"I like you too you idiot." Keith smiled.

Lance was still in shock before a large smile spread across his face. He wrapped his arms around Keith's neck pulling him down onto the bed kissing again.

Keith hovered over Lance. "Now that I can actually say this, you look fricken hot with glasses."

"Oh my gosh." Lance rolled his eyes embarrassed. Keith leaned down placing a small kiss on his nose.

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