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Keith began to knock on Lance’s door, hoping that would do something. “Lance, can you please open the door?” he asked, slightly desperate to fix what just happened.
“No,” came Lance’s voice from inside the room.
“Come on, I was eventually going to tell you,” Keith trailed off.
“Yea, when?” Lance responded, clearly standing in front of his own door now.
“I don’t know, soon, eventually? I was just sorta thinking out loud since I was on the phone.”
“But still it’s really hard to grasp…”
“Well maybe if you weren’t eaves—forget it. I guess you want me to leave the apartment then?”
The door swung open as soon as Keith suggested that he should leave the apartment. Lance’s whole face was a bright red. When he looked at Keith, Lance realized they were both feeling the same way.
“I don’t want you to leave,” Lance quietly said, looking at the floor.
“What?” Keith asked, shocked.
Keith, truthfully expected that he was about to be kicked out. He knew Lance was really into girls but otherwise, he didn’t know exactly where Lance stood both on the sexuality scale and on the whole Hey I’m Gay and I Live With You thing. Keith assumed that Lance was a good enough guy, but you can never be too sure in these situations.
“Keith, I don’t care if you have a crush on me or whatever you want to call it,” Lance continued on, face even more red.
Keith was quiet, making sure that he was hearing everything correctly. He finally let out a sigh of relief.
“I have a thing for you too,” Lance admitted after clearly considering his options.
It was Keith’s turn to go an even brighter shade of red.
“Oh thank god,” he whispered the feeling. He began to walk towards Lance, quickly, embracing his roommate.
Keith leaned in to kiss Lance but before anything could happen, Lance stopped him.
“Not so fast, Buster Brown,” Lance said, face completely neutral.
Keith instantly felt like he was in a bad dream.
“I like you but like, we gotta take it slow, like yea I have a crush on you but we live together, we’re roommates and stuff, and as much as I would like to,” Lance nonchalantly shrugged, “I don’t know, kiss? I want to make sure we’re not making asses out of ourselves, you know?”
“Yea, yea that makes sense. Let’s take it slow,” Keith agreed, wide eyed, shocked that this was actually happening.
“Alright, you have a brother to call back and as you can hear my phone buzzing every two seconds, I have a group chat to attend to,” Lance calmly said, pushing Keith out of his bedroom and just like that, Keith and Lance admitted their feelings to each other.
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“This is what you call a date?” Keith asked, staring at the kitchen counter. The counter was covered in all the ingredients to make mac and cheese.
“I thought it would be cute,” Lance began, “if you taught me how to make your…mac and cheese,” he finished, trailing off.
“Our date is for me to make you mac and cheese,” Keith said stunned.
“Listen, don’t all romantic comedies have cheesy cooking scenes?” Lance asked, getting more and more embarrassed.
“I don’t know, I never watch those kinds of movies,” Keith said with a laugh.
“Me neither,” Lance said, now breaking out into full laughter.
It was kind of ridiculous, but Lance thought it would be cute that the two of them had a domestic cooking date together.
“It’s not that hard though, anybody could make mac and cheese,” Keith explained after he finally stopped laughing.
“Keith, please, I have been fantasizing about this mac and cheese every day of my damn life ever since you made it the day you moved in. Let me have this moment.”
“Alright,” Keith said, rolling his eyes.
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“So you mix a little bit of pepper in with the cheese?” Lance asked leaning his head on Keith’s shoulder.
“Yea, and then you mix a little in the breadcrumbs too before you put them on top of the pasta before you put it in the oven,” Keith confirms as he mixes the pasta and the cheese in the pot.
“Even if I were to follow this exactly, I still don’t think that I would make it as good as yours, I don’t know how you do it,” Lance said, moving away from Keith to get a better look at the pot.
“Eh, you probably have some specialty dish that you’re better than me at,” Keith said with a shrug.
“I doubt it. Listen, your mac and cheese is the reason I breathe or something. Keith, I feel the same way about you as I feel about your mac and cheese,” Lance responded, completely seriously.
“You love me? I thought you said, we need to take this slow,” Keith said back, skeptical.
“Alright, I’ll amend that statement, I love your mac and cheese and I like you,” Lance said. “I like, like you,” he continued in a nasally voice, intimidating a little kid to get his point across.
“Alright, I get what you’re saying, but this date sucks. I’m picking the next date,” Keith said, smiling.
“You want to have another date?” Lance asked, excited.
“Yea, a real one because this is basically me cooking for you while you rub your face all over my cheek and shoulder.”
“Maybe this was just a plot for me to snuggle up to you while you make me mac and cheese. It’s my ultimate fantasy.”
“You have some low standards,” Keith responded pointing the cheesy wooden spoon at Lance.
“What can I say?” Lance responded with a shrug.
“At least you know exactly what you’re about,” Keith responded, kissing Lance on the cheek.
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Message to: ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ nya free zone ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
Lance: Well!!! The date went well!!!
Pidge: You mean the elaborate plan to get Keith to make you mac and cheese?
Lance: IT WAS A DATE! That happened to double as a romantic dinner where keith made me mac and cheese
Hunk: how romantic, you claim its a date and then you force the guy to make mac and cheese. I’d dump your ass and then move out the next day
Lance: RUDE HUNK. AND ANYWAY I HAVE A SECOND DATE SO SCREW YOU!
Lance closed the group chat and threw his phone to the opposite corner of the couch.
“Group chat?” Keith asked, snuggling closer into Lance’s side on the couch.
“Group chat,” Lance confirmed, pressing play on Netflix and intertwining their hands.