Disclaimer: This is a Klance AU fic I wrote just for fun. If you dislike this ship that's fine, just please refrain from being rude or hateful towards me or others. This work is SFW with lightly romantic scenes and some cussing. To all those who decide to read this fic, THANK YOU and i hope to continue this AU since I love HSM and Voltron a lot ^^
Keith stood in a far corner of the room. It was way too loud and the flickering lights were giving him
a headache, not to mention the amount of prepubescents trying to get drunk on the punch spiked,
with red bull mind you, by some of the older teens at the party. His arms crossed over his chest,
leaning against the wall he tried his hardest not to snap at the girl standing just a foot from him with
her friends, for gossiping like she wanted the whole room to hear. Nobody gives a damn if Jeremy
kissed Natalie first, Brenda. As the words formed on his tongue, ready to ruin this girl's day, Keith
suddenly found himself blinded. Who the fuck was shining a spotlight at him? Before he could
make out the source properly he felt hands pull him forwards, toward the centre of the room.
Brenda was whistling. People all around the room were cheering, in fact. Finally Keith found out
the reason why when his legs stumbled up the small stage and he stood in front of a microphone.
Oh hell no, Keith thought as he silently turned to leave, but more teens were crowding around the
stage making an escape impossible. Fine, guess he'll have to stand around for three minutes wearing
the sourest look the boy could conjure.
At least that had been Keith's plan.
“Oh, come on where are you going?” Lance whined after the girl briskly escaping towards the
punch bowl. Well, damn. She was really cute. Recovering from that failed attempt he looked around
the room. The music wasn't terrible and the red bull spike in the punch he had seen committed
earlier was starting to make the twelve year olds jittery. Hopefully they'd be okay. Lance's gaze
wandered to a black haired boy, around his age, standing at the back of the room, looking like he
was about to bite off someone's head. The girl next to him should start running if she wanted a
chance at survival. Geez, is he here to ruin the party? Lance made to move towards the boy when he
was stopped by a blinding light. He didn't mind being in the spotlight, of course, but a warning
would've been nice. Soon he was pushed towards the stage in the middle of the room against his
will “come on man, karaoke!” one of the boys acting as MC half shouted in his ear. Had he had
some of the punch too? He stumbled up the stage, almost falling, when Lance caught sight of the
boy from earlier. He was already on-stage looking extremely uncomfortable, and if possible, even
more pissed than before. Uh-oh.
Looking to his right Keith saw a tan boy around his age being pushed onto the stage next to him.
His expression turned from sour to mild surprise as Keith watched the other straighten his coat,
avoiding his gaze. Then the music started. Lovely, this just became 5 times more aw-
“Living in my own world..”
Is he actually singing? He isn't actually singing is he? Keith looked at the other boy, now
completely dumbfounded. How crazy was this guy?
His gaze was met by bright blue eyes, looking slightly unsure over at him as a gentle voice left the
boys mouth. When Keith still didn't make a move to join he suddenly grabbed the microphone and
started dancing. Dancing. He was actually putting on a show, in front of all of these people. Keith
couldn't help but smile at the other boy, making a fool of himself. But wait- the crowd was actually
“No way” Keith chuckled. This was crazy.
The boy looked up at him and reached out a hand, still singing wholeheartedly. Keith's part was
coming up. He still didn't make a move, but the boy gave him a look Keith had never seen before.
Is he... challenging me?
“Oh you're on” he mumbled, before breaking into song himself. Keith only really sang when he was
by himself and only along to the music he was listening to, so he never really thought about how he
sounded. Couldn't have been too bad with the way the crowd seemed to go wild.
HOLY SHIT. He can sing. Oh my god he can sing.
Lance almost missed his entrance, just staring at the boy next to him. He got the chance to really
marvel at him though as he kept on singing, and they turned to each other for the chorus. Facing
him Lance could see heat in those dark eyes. This wasn't a duet, this was a battle.
He moved closer to the boy, grabbing his hand to twirl him around as his lips still spilled the words
of a love song, but the other was faster, forced Lance into a slow pirouette, before catching him in
his microphone free arm, shortly knocking the air out of his lungs. Whoa.
They were close enough that Lance could feel the other's breath on his cheek, before they parted
again in one fell swoop. Lance took this opportunity to let go of the boys hand and instead come
closer and circle his waist with his arm before dipping him down low on the last few notes of the
song. The other didn't even look surprised at that, wearing a rather soft expression as Lance
supported his weight and they looked into each other's eyes for a moment too long. They were both
panting heavily when cheers and whistling erupted from the crowd and the duo finally broke out of
their involuntary staring contest. Lance put the boy upright again carefully, feeling a light blush
creep up his neck. His partner cleared his throat, his ears visibly turning red under locks of black
hair, and he rubbed the nape of his neck, looking at the ground.
“Hey, you want a drink?” It was out of Lance's mother before he had completely caught his breath.
The boy looked up looking surprised and answered “You sure you can handle the red bull spike?”
giving him an eager grin. “I've had my kick for the night, thanks”, Lance laughed back as they got
off-stage together, “but we could always get out of here?”
“I kinda have people waiting for me downstairs so...” He looked a bit dejected.
“Oh. Will you at least watch the fireworks with me?” Lance added carefully.
“Mh, sure. Can't be much worse than that party.” He laughed again. Lance smiled.
“Alright, follow me” grabbing his hand Lance led the way outside onto the balcony. In a corner a
little away from the crowd the two boys sat before one of them broke the silence.
“You know, I've never done something like this before”, Keith tried to sound non-chalant about it
and wouldn't admit that his heart was still beating quite quickly in his chest, “singing I mean.”
“Really? You sound like a pro, dude!” The blue eyed boy laughed in response. “I only really sing in
the shower to be honest. Though I never doubted my skill”, he added puffing up his chest, “I was
“Heh, yeah. No worries” Keith laughed back. The other visibly let out a breath he was holding and
chuckled. Silence fell around them again as they looked up at the darkened sky, when chanting
started all around them.
They shared a look.
Keith's palms felt warm.
His eyes were really blue.
“4, 3, 2...”
Keith's eyelids fluttered shut.
“One! Happy New Year!”
Fireworks exploded in dozens of colours with loud bangs, accompanied by cheering. Keith could
see them even though his eyes were closed. His private little show. It ended when their lips parted
again and the other boy whispered “Happy New Year” as he squeezed Keith's hand. “Happy New
Year” he replied in the same hush, intertwining their finger. For a moment they just looked at each
other, a soft smile spread across the strangers face. Keith was too fixated on drowning in his ocean
blue eyes to notice the real fireworks, until a particularly big, purple one exploded right next to
them. They both looked at it in shock and then laughed. The other boy let go of Keith's hand, which
suddenly felt quite cold to rummage in the pocket of his baggy jacket.
“Here. Give me your number. I'll call you.”
It took Keith a moment to realize that he was holding a smartphone now, the contacts open. After
handing the other boy his own he quickly put in his number and name. They exchanged phones
again when Keith noticed the notifications flooding his screen, “Shit” he mumbled and got up
without looking back, dashing back inside.
Lance was too caught up in looking at his phone, checking for a new name in his contacts.
“Keith.. You know, tonight was the best part of my vaca.. tion...” When he looked back up Keith
was gone. How did he miss him leaving? Why did he leave in such a hurry? Lance looked around
the balcony but there was no sign of him, even inside the now almost empty dance hall.
“What the hell?” He mumbled as he unlocked his phone to text the boy who had just abandoned
“Where did you go, Mulletboy?” His message read. A few minutes later he received a reply.
“urgnt bzznzz. ttyl” Lance chuckled again. Even his texting was cute.
“Ok. Good Night and Happy New Year, again.”
Keith replied with a 'Happy New Year' sticker.
That was last Lance heard of Keith.