Dancing To Our Love // Klance (COMPLETE)

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"Have you got a girlfriend or boyfriend yet, Lance?" Called Lance's mother from his laptop.

"No, I've been too busy with my singing!" Lance laughed. "But there's a cute guy here in the dance school. He's the only one here too. The others went to "explore"." Lance said making air quotations for the word explore.

"Oh! Show me Lance, show me!" Yelled Chloe, Lance's sister. She was fourteen and was almost identical to her older brother.

"I can't! I don't even think he knows I'm here. What if I'm not allowed to be here? I'd get in trouble because you wanna see a cute guy!" Lance pointed at Chloe through the laptop.

She giggled, turning around and bending over.

"Here! Princess wants to say hi!" She lifted up a snow white cat who had an eternal grumpy face.

"Ah hello my princess! How are you?" Lance listened to the sound of silence, pretending that the cat was actually speaking.

"Hays great." Lance smiled, looking back at his mother. "And how have you been mamá?"

"Great, your father has been working quite hard though. I don't want him to get hurt. Oh! And your abuela will be visiting soon so I'll call you on this thingy then!" She happily yapped. Lance listened to his miners ranting until he heard soft music. His face clearly made a strange expression as Chloe began to cackle.

"Ha! Lance you look like you're pooping or something!" She teased. She was about to continue but Lance hushed her.

"Quiet Chloe!" He listened harder, the guitar being played so smoothly like a professional.

"I gotta go mamá, but tell papá not to work himself too hard." Lance quickly said, shutting his laptop and opening the kitchen door. The music became clearer as he crept down the hall, towards the music.

He poked his head around the corner to see Keith, the boy from earlier playing a guitar while he sat on a step ladder. Lance smiled, turning back around the corner and leaning against the wall behind him. He listened to Keith's voice, smooth and soft. He didn't sing like he knew the words, but understood them. Lance admired that. Though he couldn't help but think that the dark haired boy suited the song, like it was written for him, maybe about him.

He once again peeped at the boy, now seeing as tears began to flow down his cheeks, but Keith payed no attention to the tears.

Keith was halfway through the song and already his throat hurts. His eyes burned and his voice begged for him to stop, but he didn't. His tears were barely noticeable, he couldn't stop then so he instead decided to pay no attention to them. He truly related to he words, and sometimes thought that the writer of it saw into the future and wrote it for him. It was strange how it was his families song, written in pain and sorrow, the happy family who enjoyed it hem crumbling and falling into a state of pain and sorrow itself.

And after a long song that felt like it went on forever, Keith finally stopped singing, his breaths uneven as he remembered his family, the moments and times spent together all hitting Keith at once in a large flash back. He became dizzy and soon felt like he was about to faint. Until...

"Keith! Are you okay?!" Lance dashed over to the pale boy, holding his shoulders.

Keith jumped, nodding. "How long have you been here?"

"Long enough to here your beautiful voice. You can really sing Keith. You're quite talented to be honest, and I barely compliment people."

Keith smiled softly, mumbling a thank you before looking back down at his guitar. Lance sat before him, his legs crossed at he gazed up as Keith. Keith couldn't help but blush at the action, Lance's eyes staring at him like a puppy begging for a bone. Lance's eyes were like a galaxy, a deep navy blue with tiny silver specks that could only be seen from up close.

"Play me something." He said with joy.

"I don't think I can. My throats actually quite sore." Keith said, pinching his throat.

"You don't have to sing, just play something." Lance gazed up excitedly.

Keith sighed, trying to think if another song. He began to play a song, tapping his foot along to it. Lance almost immediately caught on, seeing that Keith was going to sing, Lance sat back and gazed up at the boy.

"White lips, pale face, breathing in snow flakes. Burnt lungs, sour taste."

Lance smiled, listening to Keith sing the Ed Sheeran song.

"Light fine, days end. Struggling to pay rent. Long night, strange men.
And they say she's in the Class A Team, stuck in her day dream. Been this way since eighteen.
But lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting. Crumbling like pastries.
And they scream the worst things in life come to us free.
Cause we're just under the other hand. And go mad for a couple grams.
And she don't wanna go outside tonight.
And in a pipe she flies off to the Motherland. Or sells love to another man.
It's too cold outside for angels to fly."

Keith didn't seem like he was able to sing anymore, so Lance took the chance to cut in.

"Guantes rotos, in impermeable. Intentó nadar y mantenerse a flote.
Una casa seca, ropa mojada.
Monedas sueltas, cartas del banco.
Ojos cansados, gargante seca.
Prostituta sin teléfono."

Keith continued to play while listening in awe to the other boy sing to his playing.

"Y ellos dicen
Ella ed de la mejor calidad atrapada en sus fantasías ha estados igual desde que tenío dieciocho.
Y ellos gritan.
Las peores cosas que da la vida vienen gratis porque nosotros estamos justo debajo de la parte superior.
Y se vuelve loca por un par de gramos.
Y ella no quiere salir esta noches.
Y fumando una pipa ella vuela hasta su lugar de nacimiento.
O vende amor a otros hombres.
Hace mucho frío fuera para que vuelen los angéles."

They both gazed at each other, smiling brightly. Keith was surprised he was still playing probably to hear Lance keep singing. He had completely forgotten then hatred he had for the other boy, now enjoying his presence. This time both sang together, the last line.

"An angel will die covered in white."
"Un angél morirá recubierto de blanco."

Keith stopped his playing to look at Lance who was looking back at him.

"What... language were you singing in?" He asked shyly, rocking back and forth on the ladder.

"Spanish. It's my first language." He said kindly. "You have a nice voice."

Keith blushed slightly. "You do too. I didn't even know you could sing in Spanish. But I guess if you can speak it you can sing it."

Lance laughed softly. The two continued to make small talk, learning the smallest things about each other.

Meanwhile two others stood outside the door, listening closely to their conversation.

"Hey Hunk, wanna make a bet?" Pidge smirked, pulling out money from her pocket.

"Sure, you're on."

"I bet that Keith is gonna join Voltron-"

"No way." Hunk already interjected.

"Oi! If you don't think so that's even more of a reason to bet. He'll join us, fall in love with Lance and then by the end of our tour they'll officially be together. What d'you say?"

Pidge held out her hand with the ten dollar note placed on her palm.

"Fine. But we shouldn't be betting on our friends and their love life. By prepare to get your butt kicked."

The two shook on it, the two notes between their hands. Hey then turned back to the door, listening again to the two boys.