So, this is a new little project I've started, inspired by the gorgeous and absolutely adorable art by kohakukuku on tumblr. She is an absolute gem and let me write this klance high school au idea which was sparked by a couple of her comics. So thank you! I'll put a link to the comic the prologue is inspired by at the end of this chapter.

The title of this fic comes from the Lily Allen song 'Who'd Have Known', the lyrics really grabbed me, and resonated with this little story.

I hope you enjoy the prologue! :)

Prologue
Out of the Frying Pan and into the Fire

Keith would rather be anywhere else than where he was now. Soccer had never been his thing. The sweat, mixed with the mud, and the overall run of the game had never been something he'd really enjoyed. Yet here he was. He turned to Pidge, who seemed none the wiser of his discomfort, as she pushed her large glasses up her nose, following the game intently. Keith sighed with an unintended emphasis on the way he slumped back into his seat.

"I still can't see why Hunk choose football over Karate." Keith said aloud. Hunk, was the one person he'd known when he'd moved to Garrison High. They'd been friend's in primary school and then drifted apart. Now in year 10, and knowing no one, Keith had latched onto him at the first opportunity. Or he'd tried to. Hunk had not been there on the first day, but a short Facebook conversation later had fixed all that. Hunk was still on a Soccer Camp the school did at the beginning of each soccer season until the end of the week. So they'd organised for Keith to meet Hunk's friend Pidge the next day. The relief Keith had felt was overwhelming.

There was no response from Pidge. She'd just stood up, cheering loudly for the guy – whom Keith assumed – had the ball, and was heading towards the goal. He was in their orange and white sports uniform, and though Keith had never played, logic told him that goals in this game were good. Very good in fact. So Keith stood too, and attempted to cheer.

Pidge grinned up at him. "Now you're getting it!"

Keith shrugged.

The whole – small but mighty high school – crowd erupted into a cacophony of noise. Cheering and clapping as a tall, brunet punched an arm into the air, grinning widely.

"Look! They scored a goal." Keith tried, "Can we leave now?"

"We just got here." Pidge replied shortly between cheering with the rest of the crowd as the team set up for the next play. "…and Hunk told me that his childhood friend is the captain. He invited him."

Keith sighed again, defeated. He sank back into his chair but as he looked up, Keith noticed something. Before he knew it, he was on his feet again. Leaning forward, Keith could just catch '…nice shot Captain' from Hunk before his attention was completely taken by something else. As the Captain walked back with Hunk to their starting positions, the Captain had pulled his shirt up to wipe his face.

Keith gulped. With the preceding grin and fist bump exchange between Hunk and the stranger, Keith was completely enchanted.

"H- holy…" He worked to keep his jaw from dropping open completely. That smile…that chest…I… Keith couldn't help the internal groan, he knew the blush creeping onto his cheeks was unmissable. Especially to Pidge, who, even in the short while he'd been showing Keith around his new school, had noticed a pattern.

"Are you okay?" Pidge looked up at Keith, concern in her eyes.

Keith didn't answer, and in all honestly he wasn't sure if he would be okay.

"Keith!"

"Who is that?"

"Who?"

"Next to Hunk."

"Oh, him, that's Lance." Pidge grinned, a knowing look in her eyes. So we have another one, do we? "You've heard of Lance, we've talked about him. He's the Captain of the Soccer team, Hunk's friend who asked him to join."

"So that's Lance?" Keith was sure he'd either just walked into a dream or a nightmare. "This new school is going to be more difficult to adjust to than I thought…" He mumbled to himself, he could feel the panic rising in his throat. Actually putting a face to the name he'd been hearing thrown around for the past week had given him more to think about that Saturday afternoon than that whole week's classes put together. "He's in our year, right?"

"Uhh huh. The soccer team just has a two-week long training camp which runs over the first week of term at the start of every soccer season."

"Right."

Hunk just saved the next goal and Keith cheered loudly for him along with Pidge who was waving her arms wildly. She calmed again, then continued to talk. "I think it is pointless, but it's tradition. That's why you haven't seen him around…"

"I- I have to go." Keith fumbled.

"Wait! I thought you were getting into it!" Pidge pleaded, "Hunk will want to see you after!"

"Make up an excuse."

Pidge rose her eyebrows.

"Stomach ache. Homework."

"Don't you want me to introduce you to Lance?"

Keith could feel the blush spreading from his cheeks outwards. "Anything." He ran from the stands leaving a dumbfounded Pidge alone in the stands.

The walk back to the boarding house was short, but Keith felt that he needed it. Just one thought circulated in his head, Lance, and it didn't seem to want to leave.

"Dammit."

As he reached his dorm building, Keith wondered to himself whether this feeling – whatever it was – was worse than that which he'd moved schools because of.

Confusion or dread? He asked himself as he unlocked his door and shrugged his jacket off his shoulders. Honestly though, which would you rather, confusion or dread? Keith decided, as he flopped onto the bed, that he would much rather confusion. So, whoever this Lance was, whoever he turned out to be, things would be better.

Lance's smile is proof enough of that.