No, it's not a Dear Evan Hansen story, I just couldn't think of another title for the chapter.

The paladins were practicing their combat in the training room as Shiro insisted on the practice. Lance was practicing techniques on a dummy but was struggling with a roundhouse. He just couldn't get it quite right.

"Lance, you're doing it wrong again." Shiro said tilting his head to the side.

"Sorry, I'm just not getting the flow of it." He said frustratedly.

"It's okay. Keith, help Lance for a bit." Shiro instructed before walking off to help Pidge.

Lance didn't protest which was out of the normal for him. Keith raised an eyebrow at this but said nothing.

"Show me what you've been doing." Keith said stolidly.

Lance threw the kick with everything he had; the dummy barely moved. Lance knew it wasn't impossible, he'd seen Keith do it a million times.

"That's what's wrong. You're shifting your weight wrong, it's throwing everything off." Keith walked up to the dummy getting into a ready stance.

Keith slowly lifted his leg and twisted his hips as to shift his weight driving his kick through the dummy. He went slow as to help Lance catch on. He then did the same action but put all his force into it going at lightning speed.

Lance watched in dumbfounded awe, nearly drooling. "Got it?"

Lance nodded slowly. He did the same, at least he tried. His balance was wrong once again and his own momentum reversed making him fall on his butt.

He felt unbelievably embarrassed, especially in front of Keith. He didn't know why what the boy thought of him was so important, it just was.

Keith had burst into laughter unable to help it. He silently thought the whole action was adorable down to the very face Lance made after realizing he fell. "Is the floor okay?" He asked wiping a tear from his eye.

"Whatever Keith. I don't need your help, just leave." Lance snapped. The others overheard and remained silent.

"You fell on your own, that wasn't my fault. I'm just trying to help you learn to throw a proper kick." Keith snapped back loosing all humor. As much as he likes Lance, sometimes the boy can be asshole and drive him crazy. "You made yourself look stupid."

Lance stood up and looked at him with glossy eyes. "Keith, you're such an idiot." He spoke shakily before walking off, heading to his room.

Keith looked at the others completely at a loss to what had happened. He was seeking out some sort of agreement.

All he received was a shake of a head from a Pidge. "What?" He defended.

"I can't believe you're that oblivious." She rolled her eyes.

"Oblivious to what?" Keith was absolutely lost at what it was he wasn't catching on to.

"You seriously don't get it?" Hunk pitched in.

"Get what?" Keith was growing annoyed. He looked to Shiro for some guidance only to find he was alone on this.

"I won't say anything. Just keep in mind that your opinion means everything to Lance." Shiro said.

"My opinion? Why would he worry what I think of him?" Keith asked hotheadedly.

"Why don't you go ask him yourself." Shiro said nearly shoving him out the door.

Keith turned back around glaring at the door as if Shiro would somehow feel the scolding anyway.

He grumpily stomped down the hallway and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Lance responded almost immediately. He sounded weak.

Keith walked in seeing Lance wrapped in a blanket with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.

"Keith!? I thought you were Hunk!" He shrieked covering his face with the blanket quickly. Normally Hunk would show up to comfort him after him and Keith would get into altercations.

"What's-what's wrong?" Keith tried to be kind. He'd never really been in situations like this.

"Nothing. I just want to be alone." Lance said from under the blanket.

"No you don't, you just want me here. You would've gladly let Hunk in." Keith spoke. He spoke in a stolid voice.

"I want you here." Lance spoke quickly.

"I don't get it." He groaned.

Lance felt he was calm now and no longer looked like he'd been crying and took off the blanket.

Keith sat on the edge of his bed. "What am I supposed to do?" He asked. He really didn't know what to do in a situation such as this and wasn't one for the phrase 'fake it till you make it'.

Lance bit his lip debating options and their possible consequences. However, not all consequences are bad.

He crawled to the end of his bed taking half the sheets with him. Lance leaned against Keith letting his head rest on the boy's shoulder.

Keith appeared uncomfortable at first but slowly relaxed. In doing so his pale arm wrapped around Lance pulling him closer.

"Hey Keith?" Lance caught his attention.

Fear struck Keith's stomach that he'd crossed a line. "Yeah?"

"I like you."

"Oh, um, me too. I mean I like you too, not I like me too." Keith said awkwardly.

Lance was smiling and even chuckled at Keith making a fool of himself. He lifted his head kissing his cheek before returning back to Keith's shoulder.

Keith was in utter panic, his face was pink and alarms were blaring in his head. In that chaos he quickly took Lances face in his hands and kissed him taking the tall tan boy off guard.

They sunk into it and when they split Keith smirked. "Wanna learn to throw a roundhouse now?"

"Gosh Keith, that's not romantic at all." Lance complained. They laughed before Lance muttered a single yes.

They raced each other back to the training room to find it empty. "Lucky us." Keith smiled as the sauntered up to the dummy.

Lance got in a ready stance (hah that rhymed. I'm going to be the dr. Seuss of Klance y'all.) as Keith clenched his teeth. (I'm sorry, I'm done. Scratch his paragraph.)

Lance had a ready stance and Keith signaled him to throw a kick. "Slowly."

Lance did as instructed, lifting his leg and slowly bringing it around.

"Freeze." Keith spoke. Lance playfully glared at him as he was trying to stay balanced on one foot. Keith grabbed Lances long leg and but it into a better position making Lance nearly loose his balance and fall.

Lance gave him a scowl and Keith just smiled back. "I won't let you fall this time." Keith defended walking up behind Lance. He rested his hands on Lances hips tricking him for a moment that it was out of affection and not teaching which was most definitely wrong. He turned his hips for him and Lance once again, nearly fell.

"I am not afraid to slap you." Lance threatened.

"I'm trying to teach you Lance. Its much easier now that I'm not afraid to touch you." Keith said helping him to drive the kick into the dummy.

"Aww, you were afraid to touch me?" Lance mocked.

"Shut up and try it on your own this time." Keith rolled his eyes.

Lance did as he was told and threw the perfect kick. "Hey, I did it!" Lance celebrated.

Keith smiled and Lance pecked his lips as a thank you.

"Oh, so that's a thing now." Pidge said bored from the doorway. "I just came to tell you lunch is ready."