Lance sat Indian style on the couch on his phone. "Okay Keith, remember the lines you memorized and what we talked about. Go get im'  tiger." Pidge said pushing him out into the room.

Keith couldn't even point out that it's not tiger, it's lion. "H-Hey Lance." He said nervously.

Lance looked up at him. "Oh hey Keith. Did you finally come to confess your undying love for me?" He smirked.

"I-uh. Are you hurt?"

"What? no?"

"When you fell from heaven. Wait, no. I did that wrong. Um, Magic, you disappear, because I'm a magician? Damn it." Keith was clearly struggling.

Lance watched with a large goofy grin.

"Let me try again. Are you camomile because you look like a hot-tea."

"Awe! Keith! You're trying to flirt!" Lance pulled him into a hug wrapping his long arms around the small boy's waist.

"Yeah, yeah, Pidge helped." Keith folded his arms.

Then Lance did something Keith was definitely not expecting, he placed a small kiss on his cheek. Keith turned red and set his head on Lances chest looking down. "Awe Keith! You're embarrassed!"

Keith shot his head up to protest but lips hit his and he froze. "T-t- I uh, that-."

"That was amazing." Lance breathed.

"Yeah."

"Get a room!" Pidge yelled from the doorway with an evil grin.

They simply glared at her but booked it for the closest room, a.k.a Lances.