"Hey Hunk my man! I brought Keith over for dinner!" He yelled as he opened the door.

Kosmo barked, running in to explore the house.

Hunk yelled something back before he was cut off by a scream.

He cackled, sharing a look with Keith as they headed into the kitchen.

"Dude is this your fucking dog?!" Hunk yelled over the excited barking, nearly standing on the kitchen counter.

"It don't bite." Pidge muttered from the table.

"Don't quote vines when I'm about to die bitch!" He screamed again when Kosmo tried to lick his foot and Lance was losing it by the door.

His chest was starting to hurt from laughing so hard.

Keith calmly walked over and scooped the massive dog up in his arms like he was a baby, cooing at the monstrous animal.

"He won't hurt you, and Lance said it was okay if he came. Is it not?"

"It's totally okay dude. How's shiro?" Pidge asked, standing from their seat at the table and properly going to greet the guests.

"Wait, do you know each other?" Lance asked. They never once mentioned knowing Keith when he complained about him.

Although their only comment was that if they had to hear about their sexual tension one more time they'd shoot themself.

"His brother is dating Matt."

"What. The. Fuck."

"Even I knew that man." Hunk answered, slowly lowering himself from the counter to continue cooking.

"I feel so betrayed right now you don't even understand." They stopped paying attention to him though when Kosmo kicked up Pidge's face, knocking their glasses off their head.

"Aw man." Was the disgruntled reply.

Lance started laughing again and they set off to have dinner. And maybe play a little bit of Garfield Kart (The glitchier, shittier, and arguably more iconic version of Mario Kart) with Keith as initiation.

It all went really well despite Kosmo knocking an entire bowl of batter on his head and needing a bath.

Which then resulted in the entire bathroom, Lance, and Keith getting soaked. Oh and the loss of the cake Hunk was making.

So now in fresh clothes with a freshly washed dog, Keith was bidding them goodbye.

Lance's hoodie was too large length wise and swallowed the other boy a bit, pants in a similar state as they were rolled up a few times to walk.

He was unfairly cute and should've instead looked more messy.

It wasn't fair.

He waved goodbye though when it was his turn and was met with a shy smile.

"See you tomorrow on set."

It was a sweet moment that was ruined by the closing door blocking the boy's face.

"Tomorrow." He whispered to himself, floating in a weird state to his room and ignoring the mocking of his friends.

He woke to his phone blowing up like crazy and groaned. What happened now?

Just as he picked up his phone he got another call from Allura and picked up.

"Hello?" He asked groggily.

"Meet me at the office. Do not engage with anyone until we speak. Hurry." Was her curt reply before she hung up.

Seriously, it was way too early for this.

He dragged himself out of the warmth of his bed and got ready.

When he got to the studio it was still an hour before he was supposed to be in for work and as requested hadn't replied to any of his notifications despite the staggering amount of them.

He trudged into Allura's office to see Keith already sitting in the chair across from her.

"Mornin'" he muttered, flopping down next to Keith.

"When I order that you get along I hadn't meant to have this effect but it seems to be positive. If you're okay with it I'd like to take it further."

Lance was too tired for anything to enter his brain other than a giant question mark. Keith must've been in a similar state since Allura just sighed.

She turned her work tablet over to show them pictures of Keith in his clothes, of them walking Kosmo, of Keith holding his wrist as they walked to his place and screenshots of fan reactions.

His eye caught on one reaction in particular where it notes his 'lovesick' expression and how Keith's a lucky guy.

Lovesick? Sure he's attracted to him but in love is way too far a stretch.

His eyes felt like they were bulging out of his head from shock when he noticed Allura was still talking.

"They think you're dating. And it's good publicity for the movie if you're willing to let it run its course. Maybe encourage it a little." Allura explained, tapping her acrylic blue nails against the desk as she spoke.

"I'm fine with it. I mean we just act normal like we did yesterday right?" Lance asked as his brain caught up. It's been lagging a lot lately.

Exposure to hot men seems to degrade it.

"Yes that's correct."

"Okay I guess." Keith answered, seeming unbothered by it all.

"Great. Now that that's settled you are dismissed."

He stood and that's when Lance noticed he was wearing the hoodie still.

His hoodie.

Yeah this fake dating won't be hard. Not if Keith kept doing this to him.

"Race you to the bagel cart?" Keith asked with a challenging grin.

"You're so on."

In the end Keith beat him by a long shot. Which wasn't fair since he had a head start.

They were curled up on one of the break room couches, limbs tangled together eating their breakfasts.

Then Keith leaned in really close and Lance felt his bite get swallowed whole.

But he just wiped cream cheese off of Lance's nose with a grin.

"Gotta practice for our fake dating act." Keith excused with an awkward laugh, confidence crumbling all of a sudden.

"Yeah." Lance agreed breathlessly, trying to breathe normally again.

Allura sucked for putting his heart through this. Even if he agreed.

Fuck everything.

Maybe he'll enter his sad E-boy phase to cope with the movie being over when the time comes.

Actually no, all that makeup would be bad for his skin.

He'll figure it out when the time comes, but for now he'll just have to suffer.

He smiled back at Keith, stuffing the rest of the bagel in his mouth and standing to stretch.

Time to shine motherfuckers.

-Red