3rd person POV:

Lance tiredly shuffled into the kitchen, hair a mess and still in his pajamas. Keith watched while taking a sip of coffee using it to hide his ever so small smile. Lance was an absolute mess, he in better words looked awful.

Lance rubbed the bags under his eyes yawning before feeling sick and quickly snapping his mouth shut. "Lance are you okay? You never leave your room without your beauty routine. You look like you just stayed up all night running through hell." Keith insulted. To admit, he actually thought it was cute, but you have to draw the line somewhere and he did not look alright.

"I think I'm dying." Lance sniffled before his head drooped in Keith's direction.

Keith set his mug down and walked over to Lance. He grabbed his face and held it up examining it. This caused Lances face to go hotter than it was before. Red slowly crossed his cheeks and he blinked a couple times in shock.

Keith put the back if his hand in Lances forehead. "You're burning up."

"I probably got some alien sickness and I'm going to diieeee!" Lance complained pushing through Keith's hands and nudged into him and cuddled into his chest.

"L-Lance!" Keith breathed out surprised and looked around the room to see if there were any other paladins. No one else was there.

"C'mon Keith! I probably only have a couple hours to live!" Lance wrapped his arms around Keith's neck.

Keith blushed and sighed. "I think you need to go lay down." He wrapped his arms around Lance and began to help him out into the hallway.

"Is it just you or is it hot in here?" Lance said dizzily.

Keith ignored the comment and decided to think more about it later. "Here Lance-" He put his arm under his legs and lifted Lance bridal style carrying him to his room.

He set him on his bed and tucked him in under a thin blanket. Keith smiled when he looked up and the light sleeping Lance. His lips were slightly parted and his breathing was quiet and steady. Keith leaned forward and planted a kiss on his forehead. He has a strong immune system therefore it wasn't a big deal in that department but Keith was internally screaming as he realized he actually just kissed Lance.

"Would it be that bad if I just-" Keith said quietly and leaned forward this time planting a kiss on Lances lips. It was soft and sweet. Also quick and nervous.

Keith looked down at a smiling Lance. He looked half asleep but his eyes were open. "I knew you liked me." He mumbled. His eyes slowly closed again and Keith was sure he was asleep due to the light snores.

Keith took the opportunity to look around Lances room. It wasn't as messy as he anticipated it to be. He walked around slowly stopping in front of the desk. There were a few astronomy and piloting books neatly arranged. Keith's eyes slowly lingered on a cork-board with pictures of... well... Keith.

They were obviously taken without him knowing, some went as far back as his time at the Garrison. There were 15 in total. Suddenly a small bunny slipper was thrown at his head.

He quickly turned around to see a sleepy looking Lance. "You weren't supposed to see that." He said frowning. Keith thought the sight was adorable. He walked over and sat down one the bed looking directly at Lance.

"Why's that?" Keith hummed.

"Because their my stalker photos of you." He smiled guiltily and snaked his arms around Keiths neck planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Does that mean I should get rid of these?" Keith asked holding up his phone with a folder on his camera roll labeled: Lance.

"No way, Keith has stalker photos of me." Lance smiled more awake now.

"I wouldn't call them 'stalker photos' per-say." Keith joked.

"OMG! We'd be one of those weird stalker couples." His face cringed laughing.

"Couple you say?" Keith asked smiling and leaning in closer.

"If you want to that is."

"Of course~"