"Man...that was so tiring!" Lance complained as he flung himself onto the lounge couch. 

"Why do we have to train sooooooo much?" He said in a whiny voice. It was slightly muffled because his face was buried in the cushions. 

"Because, you are the paladins of Voltron. You cannot think you can be the defenders of the entire universe without training." Allura replied to Lance with a monotone voice, obviously being annoyed by Lance's remarks. They all just got done with, yet another, training exercise.

It was just the day before that they had escaped planet Nexzela. Lotor helped them by destroying the force field. They were not sure if he would actually help Voltron in the fight against the Galra and Zarkon, but they would find out when they have a meeting with them in the near future. 

Shiro broke the silence among the sleepy paladins.

"Now, as you all know, we have been doing more training exercises to help strengthen the bond of Voltron, so now we are going to do an exercise that I think you may all lik-" 

Shiro was cut off by Lance's complaining. 

"God, another one?!? We just finished our exc-" Shiro then cut off Lance.

"As I was saying, we are doing an exercise. We are going to play a game of Truth or Dare," Shiro said. The gloomy and tired atmosphere in the room vanished. The paladins were very excited to play a game that reminded them of home. Every one sat up and looked a lot more happier and awake than before.

"So here's the rules," Coran said. "The castle has a programmed Truth or Dare generator in it, thanks to Pidge. We'll keep score and play in rounds. It will generate harder truths and dares, which are worth more points, and easier truths and dares, which give you less points. You can say that you do not want to answer, but you will get no points. After each round is over, the person with the least amount of points will be eliminated from the game. The winner will get to take tomorrow completely off from training," Coran said.

Lance's and Pidge's heads peeked up at the 'no training' part. Pidge thought she could finally program her robot and hang out with Matt. Lance dreamed of having a sleeping day with no annoying training.

"So, is everyone ready to start?" Coran asked.

"Yes!" The group responded. The team arranged the chairs to form a circle in the middle of the lounge. Shiro took a seat by Allura, followed by Hunk, Pidge, Keith, Lance, and Corran. Everyone sat for a minute, and this gave Pidge a minute to think. 

Where is Matt? 

The truth was that we was sitting at the front of the castle, watching they team play. He had a bag of popcorn and a keyboard. Little did they know that he would be the one typing the truths and dares tonight.

"Okay, computer, who is going first?" Allura asked. The huge screen responded by showing a picture of Hunk. 

"Truth or dare, Hunk?" The computer asked in a robotic voice. 

"Dare!" He responded confidently.

"What is the last thing you searched/googled on your phone?" Hunk then pulled out his phone and looked at his search history. 

"How to make blueberry macarons," he said. 

"One point goes to Hunk," the computer responded. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, relieved that he had not received a horrible dare.

"Pidge, truth or dare?" 

"Dare!" She yelled excitedly at the computer. 

"Do the tango with the person to the right of you," it said. If only they could hear Matt laughing wildly in the other room. He would give his sister hell tonight!

She glanced over to the person to her right: Keith. She sighed at the idea, but then the computer said she had ten seconds before the music starts. Before Keith could protest, she quickly grabbed his hand, pulled him up from the seat, and did the tango with him. 

Pidge held his hand and placed her other on his back and Keith placed his other on her shoulder.

While they were dancing, Lance suddenly felt an urge of anxiety and jealousy, a feeling he had felt a lot lately. Ever since he met Keith, he always felt this tingly feeling inside of him. 

He had never figured it out. Why do I feel this way. And why is it getting worse?  He asked himself often. 

He thought it was very stupid. 

Why in the world would he be jealous of Pidge dancing with Keith? And why is she holding his hand? 

And isn't her hand a little to far down his back-

His train of thought was abruptly ended when the music stopped. She dipped him, as if the gender roles were switched, and the team clapped...except for Lance. 

He was so angry and jealous that he didn't even want to think about it. And it was so dumb, and so stupid, and so childish, and so-

"3 points for Pidge. Keith, truth or dare?" The computer asked once again. 

"Hmm....dare," he said. "Call everyone in the room by the name 'sweetheart' until the round is over." Keith just sighed and said "okay" in his usual monotone and dead inside voice.

"Lance, truth or dare?" The computer asked. 

"Truth. I'll start out easy," he said, which is very funny because the question was not that easy in any way. 

"Have you ever been attracted to someone of the same sex?" the computer asked. He could swear the computer had asked him that on purpose. 

"I-I...uhhhh," Lance mumbled out.

The truth was, yes, yes very much so. I mean, he's bi after all! But he didn't feel that comfortable telling that to his team yet. Yes, he does flirt with women more, but that doesn't mean he didn't have some crushes on some dudes in high school. 

He had never been that comfortable with his sexuality. He was constantly questioning it and wanted to ignore the fact that he wasn't straight. 

That was part of the reason why he ignored his very obvious feelings for Keith.

"Sweetheart? You okay there? You don't have to answer the q-" 

Keith was cut off with Lance's blabbering.

"No, uhh, it's okay. I ummmm..." He paused for a moment and then sighed. His face was a deep shade of red. Half of it was from Keith calling him sweetheart and the other half from the question at hand. 

Nope, it was all from Keith calling him sweetheart. 

"Yeah...I'm actually bi," he said. He closed his eyes in fear of rejection, only to be nudged by Coran's elbow.

"I don't know what that means, but I'm glad you told us!" He said. Lance looked up at his teammates and they were all smiling and saying things such as, "yeah, glad you told us!" and "didn't expect that". He smiled back at his teammates and felt relieved to be accepted.

"But seriously, what does that mean?" Allura asked. 

"Well, us humans have lovers and people that we get married to and date. Most humans today don't really accept people not being straight, so everyone just assumes that you are. It's assumed unless said otherwise."

"Being straight means that you are attracted to the opposite sex. Being gay means you like only people of your own sex and being bi means you like both. That's the basics of human sexuality, but there are many more," Pidge responded. 

"Ohhhh," Allura said. 

"But was is a sex?" She asked. Pidge face palmed and the computer decided to move onto the next person.

"Five points for Lance. Coran, truth or dare?" 

"Truth." 

"What is your shoe size?" The computer asked. 

"I wear a 10," he said. 

"One point for Coran."

"Allura, truth or dare?" 

"I'll do a dare," she said. 

"Let Coran style your hair," the computer said. Coran got up and put her hair in a simple ponytail. 

"Boooo. Boring!" Pidge yelled. Coran ignored her comment and the computer gave Allura 2 points.

"Shiro, truth or dare?" 

"Dare," he said boldly. 

"Do a handstand," the computer said. Shiro got up and did a handstand, but not only that. He did a handstand with one hand. That guy is always trying to show off, thought Keith.

The round slowly grew longer, and before the paladins could notice, it was over. "The winner of the round is...Lance," the computer said. Lance stood up and bowed. 

"Fear me, peasants!" He yelled, followed by the team's laughs.

"The person being eliminated is...Hunk," the computer said. Hunk frowned and Pidge gave him a pat on the back. "Round one is over. We will now continue. The questions and dares will get harder, so good luck!" The computer said. 

Lance wondered how much harder it could get. The computer made him admit he was bi!

But ohhh, 

was he wrong.