Summary:

It was almost a mistake. Almost. But it was enough and now Keith and Pidge have to pay for the consequences of what they thought didn't happen, but happened. And then they realized what they wouldn't give to have one more night.

Author's Note:

Quite honestly, I cannot believe I'm here, but I am. At any rate, I'm taking this plot bunny and booking it. Let's see where this will go tbqh. If this garners enough interest, I'll keep it going so let me know your thoughts. Everyone's aged to be just a few years apart rather than the canon ages and they're all 18+. Moving this from Ao3 to here. Enjoy.

Disclaimer:

Voltron: Legendary Defender and all related characters and elements are the property, copyright, and trademark of Dreamworks, World Eventus Productions, Studio Mir, and no ownership or claim on said property, copyright, or trademark is made or implied by their use in the work(s) of fanfiction presented here. This fan fiction constitutes a personal comment on the aforesaid properties pursuant to the doctrines of fair use and fair comment. This fanfiction is non-commercial, not for sale or profit, and may not be sold or reproduced for commercial purposes.

In other words, I own nothing but the plot.

Chapter 1: Surprising End.

A petite and small girl of barely five foot four glared at the woman that sat primly on her bed with a pleading gaze and hands clasped in front of her. Her arms crossed her chest and squinted at her longtime friend, Allura, with disbelief and a deeply etched scowl on her face that it was near permanent. Her fingers tapped impatiently on her arm.

"Oh, please, Pidge? You know I have no one else to ask to go with me," Allura asked, dropping her hands to her lap.

She could feel her eye twitching in displeasure. A hand splayed across her forehead, shaking her head before casting a long look and an exaggerated sigh, "But you said Matt and Shiro are coming? Why do you have to bring me too?"

Allura sighed, "Because I'd like us to experience together what dressing up and having fun as only girls can!" Her eyes were bright and sparkly eyed. Pidge had to agree that it'd be a first for her too, especially since she just hit eighteen, but that did not mean she agreed. However, considering Allura's work driven and hyper-focused studies at Altea University, the smaller girl was considering on going along with it. She knew Allura didn't go out much and the few occasions where she asked were for special events that often had her dragging anyone from their group to go.

And Pidge was the only other girl in the group.

Heaving a heavy sigh, dropping her hand. "Who else is going?" She swore she was going to strangle someone...

Allura looked thoughtful. She pulled out her phone to glance at text messages. Locking the screen once more, she said, "Well, I've invited Shiro and your brother, but it appears Matt had just told Shiro that he is occupied with an assignment he can't get out of." Sounded like him. "And then Shiro asked if he could invite his other friends too, which I'll assume is Lance, Keith, and Hunk."

So, basically, everyone and Pidge slapped her forehead with her hand.

Exasperated, she summed up the situation, "Let me get this straight," she used her hands, gesturing to the number of people and herself, "I was the last one to be asked to go and I'm asked to go because you want us to dress up. Which, in actuality, you just want to show off a bit for the night." She inwardly shuddered, contemplating what on earth Pidge had to show when she barely had a figure like Allura's.

"Not… exactly, but you're my best friend, Pidge, so technically, I've asked you first. I don't know if Shiro had already asked the boys yet." A flicker of guilt crossed her features. Thank God for decency. "It'll be fun, Pidge."

Pidge pinched the bridge of her nose. With a sigh, she rubbed her hands on her face and pushed up the faux glasses she wore. With a groan, she gave the confirmation, "Okay, Allura, I'll go. Grudgingly."

With a squeal and Pidge covering her ears, she watched Allura bounce around the room and for them to get ready. It was rare to see Allura so excited, but she knew the reason why she was.

It was the first time they were going to really unwind since school had started. All of them were swamped with projects, assignments, and extra work of their curriculum that none of them had ever had the chance to catch up on old times. Having been friends since high school did that to you, even with the age differences in their home away from home. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, glad to see Allura so relaxed. She had been grieving for a while when her father had passed away just a few months ago. It made things difficult to really talk about fun activities when Allura decided to throw herself into school work and her extracurriculars.

It helped that Shiro was there to lend a hand and her family caretaker, Coran, for taking care of the funeral.

"Okay, Allura, calm time… let's…" She could not believe she was doing this and glanced longingly to the scattered mechanical parts decorating her half of the apartment before returning her glance to her friend. "Let's go…" she shuddered, unable to believe what she's about to say, "shopping."

Another squeal as her friend gave her a quick squeeze and prepared the stress of them going out to a nightclub.

Five hours later, Pidge was wearing a single slinky one-piece dress that embellished the curves she had. (She was regretting it, but Allura insisted it was the perfect one.) Black in color (she wanted to laugh at the idea of a little black dress) with a teal ribbon around the waist and collar that wrapped like a choker. There was a sheer wrap from the choker neckpiece spread down to the heart shaped the top of the dress, accentuating the modest smaller B-cup sized breasts. (Nowhere near Allura's…) The dress flared out from her waist, making her appear curvier with a petticoat underneath to give it poof and was altogether sleeveless.

"Hold still, please," Allura commanded and Pidge stiffened reluctantly. If she didn't know any better, it was like they were going to friggin' prom.

"Is this really necessary?" she retorted, knowing full well the basic and simplistic style of her bun was going to be ruined anyway.

Allura hummed, giggling mixed in, "Of course! I need to have you looking amazing for the boys." She giggled. "They'll be so surprised to see tomboy Pidge looking absolutely gorgeous."

Pidge resisted the urge to grind her teeth, recalling how they had once commented that she was too focused on school to really pay attention to her looks. "I look nice enough with just basic makeup, alright? They just fail to notice, as usual."

"True, you've been looking a lot nicer as of late." No holds barred here and the honesty in their relationship was what helped keep their thoughts and opinions in perspective. Then there was the twirl of her hair and she resisted making another grunt of discomfort. Absently, Pidge had the mind to at least take care of her skin with basic skincare and bare minimum makeup. She didn't wear anything else aside from some foundation and mascara, but it was enough. It just made her look cleaner and easier on the eyes. "And I do thank you for taking my advice."

Pidge resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "It's… well, it's beneficial to look presentable." And near flawless like Allura was. Any other kind of makeup was too much for the mechanically inclined genius. Normally, looks didn't bother her, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be hearing the voices of people who constantly compared her to her best friend's looks.

There was a faint tugging on her head, "There! Done! Take a look!" and the chair whirled around for her to face the mirror.

Pidge's eyes grew wide, blinking repeatedly when she couldn't believe who was looking back at her. She hardly looked like herself… she didn't look like herself and in fact, a completely beautiful girl was blinking right back at her in disbelief.

Her hair was tucked neatly to the left side of her head, some curls falling out forward to cover her ear and was accessorized by a three-set flower of a similarly shaded teal to match her dress. Glasses was cast aside and her eyes were tastefully styled with subtle gold smokey eyeshadow that gave her a cat-like gaze with dark eyeliner and mascara. The speckle of glittery gold on her arms and over her cheeks on top of the slight pink made her shimmer like a star that matched the faint shimmer of her pink lips. She reached out to touch the mirror and the underside of her neck, breathless at the makeover. "A-Allura… I…"

"You're beautiful, Pidge." Her voice was soft, a hint of pride, and emotions that Pidge had to turn to face her best friend.

"Ho-How…? I'm—?" She tried to blink back the burning in her eyes, overwhelmed with an emotion she didn't know she could and thought she'd have: complete and utter confidence in herself.

She never knew how powerful makeup could be to a girl until now, the underlying insecurity that she'd never been as pretty as Allura always haunted her but she ignored it in favor of her need for knowledge. It was obliterated now, the confidence she needed now firmly rooted and stuck there as if it'd never go away. She knew she didn't need makeup, didn't need the fancy dresses, and the accessories that she felt out of place on her once she decided to focus on her education. Her focus on her passion, the love of her life that was technology and robotics, overrode every other kind of insecurity she had for herself. But this, this, was something she understood and can now relate as to why so many girls had felt so insecure with themselves in their looks. Society, Pidge knew, dictated everything on looks, no matter where one's from and who they are. She preferred, and always will, to show off her prowess, skill, and knowledge in her field so that looks were not always everything.

But she could not deny that makeup, in its own right, was magic.

Allura beamed, "See? I told you this was a good idea. Ah, what a gift to me."

"Gi-No! I—!"

"Oh, don't worry Pidge, I know your birthday present is somewhere here." She shrugged, placing her hands on her hips. A sly smirk made its way across her face and a mischievous glint sparkled in her eye. "Oh, wait until the boys get a load of this. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces."

Finally, some semblance of normalcy smacked Pidge back into her normal self and she snorted with the crossing of her arms and rolling of her eyes, "I don't think they'd know who I am. How much you wanna bet?"

Allura's smirk grew, "Oh, this will be good… it won't be so much of a bet so much, as I dare say it, a prank. Let's give them ten minutes. That work for you? I don't think your acting has gotten rusty, has it?"

Oh, hell no. "Of course not." Acting, something Pidge was an almost expert in when she was trying to play off as her brother's brother when she was younger. She had given herself the name "Pidge Gunderson" when she first met some of Matt's friends, something she was experimenting with out of sheer curiosity, and they bought it. It wasn't until when puberty hit did people realize that Pidge was, in fact, Katie, Matt's sister. It was always funny to see that Matt had gone along with it when they were younger, and now, he was the stereotypical overprotective older brother over his prodigious younger sister.

But this time, she was going to act like the girly girl that she was not. Should be easy enough.

Allura bit her lower lip, trying not to laugh. "Alright, I think it's almost time to meet up with the others. You ready?"

Pidge nodded. Helping Allura get ready by pulling her dress from the bed to the bathroom where they were, she zipped her up in conservative, but stylish silver and black dress that flared from her waist and had nothing but all neck and shoulders of skin. Her beautiful silvery white hair was pulled up into large curls and then pinned to the top of her head, leaving only one layer of curled hair hanging down her back. There was a single strand down the side of her face and she accessorized with a sleek long silver chain necklace and a bracelet. Elegant was perhaps the perfect word for Allura, donning an inch and half black strappy heel in the doorway.

Pidge herself slid on a pair of comfortably worn leather nude colored ankle boots with a comfortable inch heel.

Allura gave her a look and Pidge shrugged. Underneath their dresses were both of their phones and bare minimum cards and cash needed for the night so a clutch was unnecessary as it was strapped to their inner thighs. (An accessory made by her.)

"Shiro should be coming to get us soon." Allura reiterated, recalling their plans. "So we should be at the club in a little under an hour."

Pidge nodded. It sounded promising enough. Hopefully, her brother would be too distracted by other things to go into his protective brother mode while they were out. After all, she was finally getting into this whole "party" idea and wanted to try what Lance often said as "loosening up" and actually having some fun for once. Though, she could already hear Hunk making a smart remark on how this was a bad idea.

A change of plans happened and Allura had to have Coran drive them instead, Shiro apologized profusely when he explained that Lance's car broke down and now needed a ride to the club. Having to go pick up the other left Coran to volunteer to take the girls to the club upon hearing the problem.

Stepping out of the car after the promise of calling him when they were finished, it looked as though they were the first to arrive. Mildly, Pidge observed the chill of the evening, glad for the carbohydrate intensive meal that she and Allura had before arriving as a way of absorbing the excess alcohol that they were going to consume.

Light brown eyes looked up to the sleek modern building of glass, metal, and contemporary architecture. Sharp black lines of the building protruded into the night sky with a white outer frame that had accented navy lights reflected onto itself behind the entryway door. A garble of voices was heard that Pidge glanced over at the growing line and the loud music that could be heard from where she stood. Muffled electronic dance music could be felt that she was briefly considering how many decibels it'd take to probably destroy the building…

"Pidge."

She turned around to find Allura looking amused. "I see you're as excited as a kid in a candy store."

"Right, I'm dying to get inside," Pidge replied flatly with an equally flat expression.

Allura gave a snort, trying not laugh hard when a familiar voice called out to them, "Allura!"

Her eyes followed the sound, watching as Shiro approached with Hunk following behind.

"Hello Shiro, Hunk." Her eyes flitted between the two of them while Pidge waited patiently to begin their prank.

"Hey Allura," Hunk glanced to the girl standing beside Allura and blinked. Wh-Who was she? And when did Allura make a new friend as pretty as her? "Um… new… friend?"

Shiro smiled in greeting to Allura, "Good evening Allura." And then his shadowy gaze flicked back to Pidge, pausing as he blinked, repeatedly. "Hello, I'm sorry… I don't believe we've—"

"Shiro, Shiro," Hunk whispered in his ear. Shiro immediately paused and glanced at the other. "Uhm… n-no one s-said anything a-a-about a girl j-j-joining us."

Pidge exchanged a glance in Allura's direction and a small smirk was reflected.

Immediately, Pidge turned up her girl-o-meter to try and make both Hunk and Shiro as awkwardly embarrassed as possible. If Shiro and Hunk can't recognize her, it was highly likely that neither Lance nor Keith would recognize her. She took several steps closer to Shiro and smiled politely, her voice higher in octave than normal while maintaining the lilting tone she was going for, something she practiced with Allura on the way over here. "Oh! I'm so terribly sorry!" She clasped her hands behind her back and bowed slightly forward, "It's such a pleasure to meet you both. Allura has told me all about you both!"

Hunk couldn't believe his eyes, blinking repeatedly and turning progressively more red with each passing second before deciding to hide behind Shiro, who continued to remain befuddled and glanced to Allura quizzically. He returned his gaze to Pidge and sighed.

Pidge had to admit, the dim lighting of the streets and the music that reverberated from within the nightclub made it easier to hide her identity. Still, her friends were smart… they weren't stupid and she wanted to give them a moment to realize what and who it was they were looking at.

Allura smiled, eyes glinting humorously, "Shiro, Hunk… honestly."

Shiro returned his glance to her just as she took steps around the pair of them, her dress floating up around her at the fluid movements. "Oh, look at them… aren't you both so cute!"

"Cu-Cu-?!" Hunk couldn't process while Shiro squinted before lifting a brow. Allura took a step closer to him, standing beside him, and placed a hand on his arm.

Shiro didn't say anything, but unless the lights were playing tricks on her, it looked like Shiro was flustered with a blush dusting his cheeks. He cleared his throat with a curled hand in front of his mouth, "Okay, alright, you're quite the actress, Pidge…"

"P-P-P-P-Pidge?!" Hunk stammered, gawking between Shiro and a cutesy Pidge in quick rapid succession.

"Oh, I think you're mistaken, stranger."

"N-N-N-No way is that-?! Sh-Sh-She can't b-b-be-?!"

Shiro rubbed the back of his neck, giving Allura a narrowed look. He murmured something in her ear with the bow of his head, lowered close, and she shook her head despite the surprise evident on her visage. Both brows lifted and his hand covered his eyes. He removed them seconds later and said, "Pidge," he crossed his arms with a glint of amusement, "your boots give it away."

Hunk jumped in front of Shiro and Allura and in front of where Pidge stood. Her eyes lifted in mischief. It looked like the jig was up and she shrugged. Leave it to Shiro to be observant of every detail. "I can't fool you, huh Shiro?"

Hunk continued to switch between Shiro and Pidge, "H-How…?" He gulped and finally settled his gaze on Pidge. "Y-You… ah... look g-good. Whoa, is it hot out here or—" He tugged on his golden yellow dress shirt collar.

Shiro shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe… Allura… you did an amazing job making Pidge look… well, you look really nice Pidge." He smiled. "I can't believe I didn't recognize you at first." He sounded as if he was almost disappointed in himself. "Too bad Matt missed out on seeing his younger sister looking like this."

"Not just Matt, wait until Lance sees her!" Hunk seemed to have found his voice again.

She lifted a trimmed brow and placed her hands on her hips. "I'm still going to see if I can fool them Hunk, at least just for a few minutes." She smirked. She knew that Lance would be easy but the problem was Keith. Compared to everyone else in the group, she understood him the least. He joined their circle, later on, the last addition at the insistence of both Shiro and Allura. (Even Matt due to his frequent visits to Shiro's apartment.) Knowing next to nothing about him aside from what she's heard from rumors, what she's heard from Lance, and what she's gathered in conversations with her brother and Shiro, which wasn't much. She learned quickly over time that he was extremely reliable in a pinch and always maintained a cool head… generally. There were a few questionable buttons she had found over time that she was wary on pressing, wondering if they were the kind of buttons to push… if they're the right kind of ammo to use in case of an argument. As much as she didn't like to admit that she didn't argue with the red leather jacket wearing emo male, she argued with him enough on a near frequent basis that came from absolutely nothing whenever they saw one another. It was a consistent problem in their relationship and she surmised it had to do with how Keith never opened up to anyone aside from Shiro and Allura.

Now, they'll see how he'll fare with a whole different kind of Pidge.

Hunk groaned, "Why do I have a bad feeling about this…"

Shiro sighed, "If that's what you want to do with your night, go ahead but please don't go too far, alright?" He glanced around them. "And I think we've left Lance and Keith alone long enough. Shall we get going?"

"Yes, let's," Allura nodded in agreement. She headed off in the direction of the club with Hunk trailing after. Shiro remained behind to trail after Pidge.

Out of earshot of everyone else, Shiro spoke up just loud enough, "Please be careful tonight. Matt isn't here and while you are with us, it's not guaranteed you wouldn't get separated from us."

"You worry too much Shiro," she said softly. Her eyes remained glued to the building that grew bigger the closer she came near. "But… thank you for worrying. I'll be fine." Pidge glanced toward the other person she looked up to like a brother, "Honest. I can handle myself."

Shiro's eyes glinted with understanding and concern but didn't get a chance to say anything more as their approach toward the group was when Keith scowled at something Lance said. On cue, Lance roared, "Alright, fuck you Keith; you're on. We're going to see which of us can drink more."

Hunk slapped a hand to his forehead while Shiro and Allura exchanged a glance when they've approached where they were standing just shy of the entrance. Per Pidge's observation, the stoic bouncer looked on at the guests in line and had ignored Lance's declaration. Her eyes flitted back to Keith, where she could see one of his twitching in irritation. Not even in the club and they were already causing trouble. This night will go fantastically.

"Of course, I'll win." Confidence radiated off his form, his arms crossed across his chest. Both Lance and Keith wore similar styles of dress shirts: Lance, a deep oceanic blue and Keith, a vibrant and warm red that seemed to become darker in certain angles of the lighting that Pidge knew didn't come from the shadows. Unlike Lance who wore the dress shirt properly with the sleeves down his arms and white skinny jeans with a matching white skinny tie, Keith opted for black skinny jeans with his own matching black skinny tie and a matter silk vest with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up his forearms. (Even now, he didn't forgo his stupid leather fingerless gloves.) At this point, Keith narrowed his gaze at Lance with a smirk, "You're going to regret challenging me to a drinking contest."

And before anyone else could stop them, they quickly ran inside to begin their contest of stubborn pride and failure to back down from a challenge.

Well, so much for showing off her makeover with the other two friends in the group.

Allura fell into step beside her as they were checked into the club with a quick stamp on her inner right wrist. "Sorry, I guess I forget to consider how Keith and Lance are competitive." She shook her head. "But let's do our best to have fun, shall we?"

Pidge nodded, "Of course! We can't let them have all the fun." The smallest one in the group was finally eager to get this party started. Rubbing her hands together, she felt the vibrations of the music reverberate throughout her body as the large doors swung open to let them in. She let it wash over her, soak it in, and held onto Allura's hand to be guided through the crowded dancers. Soon, they were at their reserved table with a drink on the house. Even in the darkness and flashing lights that moved in tandem to the electronic house songs, no one seemed to make out the other that no one realized that the pretty girl standing next to Allura was indeed Pidge.

Keith, under the assumption that Pidge hadn't shown up, only saw her through the brief flashes of lights overhead. At that moment, he had thought she was someone else altogether.

They all lifted their glasses that were filled with their first shots and clinked glasses, celebrating the birthday of Allura. In an instant, control quickly fell away from their fingertips as Keith and Lance began to challenge one another for one drink… two drinks… three. With the alcohol running through their systems, soon, almost everyone joined in on the drinking competition. At one point, Lance challenged Pidge, assuming her to be a girl who happened to be close by and gave her a glass. He thought he was treating her and she smirked, thanking him for the drink and downed it first before Lance could even prepare.

Pidge began to lose track of how many drinks she had (she knew somewhere in the back of her head that it was bad to do so). When everyone wanted a break from the shots, everyone dispersed respectively to their desired locations. Allura had a glint in her eye as she tugged Shiro with her to the dance floor and Lance wanted to see if he could hit on another girl somewhere in the club to hopefully get lucky tonight since it had seemingly failed with Pidge. Hunk disappeared a little while ago to go find something to satisfy his cravings for snacks and in that, leaving only Keith and Pidge.

Sliding into the empty seat beside her, he shouted over the loud pounding music, "You wanna dance?" His voice was barely loud enough to be overheard over the blaring music.

He still hasn't recognized that she was Pidge since he had yet to refer her by name. At least, she was under the impression he hadn't figured her out yet. She grinned, leaning close so he could hear her, "Sure!" Because why the hell not?

The night passed in a blur when she entered the dance floor. There was jumping, the smell of mingling cologne and perfumes, and the familiar feeling of other people's body heat. Pidge was enjoying the sensations of letting the bass of the electronic dance music roll all over her that she could feel her heart beat in time with it. At first, she was separated off from Keith and was dancing alone without caring who was near her or not in the middle of a bunch of other girls. Flashes of light roved overhead and the melding of bodies coiled around her that she almost missed the feeling of Keith wrapping his arms around her waist, presumably as drunk as she was when he tugged her close and pressed her against his chest. She could feel his breath ghost over the skin of her neck and she let out a laugh that was barely audible on the dance floor. It was if everything was in fast forward, music kept playing and she kept dancing on the dance floor.

Until she was pressed against the cool wall.

Oh? Weren't they on the dance floor anymore?

She gave another laugh, vaguely recalling her voice speaking for her, "What's up?"

His mouth moved and she couldn't remember what he said, but even in her alcohol ridden haze, it looked like it had been something of a question. She reached up to his cheek, fingers pressed against the back of his neck and answered his inquiry with the press of her lips against his by pulling him close to her. He tasted sweet, like whatever alcohol they had been drinking and he pressed her against the wall with even more vigor. Absentmindedly, she was thinking that she was smearing makeup all over his face with the glitter, but was instead, pushed up against the wall while his mouth was wiping her mind blank.

Hands skimmed, gripped over her sides and the other ran to her thigh when he hoisted her up further the wall. And then his mouth was on her neck and she wanted nothing more than to strip out of her clothes, everything feeling too hot and restricting.

"Air," she gasped, unaware she was already breathing when he sucked on her neck.

"Keith!" someone called out that he groaned against her neck, the vibrations of his voice tickling her that she bit her lower lip to stop from laughing. She hid in front of his much larger frame, peeking her head over slightly to see Hunk approaching. "Oh man, you look… you should head home…But, uh, I was just wondering if you've seen Lance."

"No, I haven't. Not since he lost the drinking match."

"Oh…" There was a pause when Pidge ducked back to hide in Keith's chest. "Oh ho, find yourself a female friend?"

"Hunk," Keith all but growled.

The friend raised his hands up in surrender. "Alright man, you do you, but you should head home if you're gonna do that sort of thing here."

Pidge giggled again for the umpteenth time, and somewhere in the back of her mind said that she really stop "giggling." She wanted to get her head geared on straight but found herself fighting against what felt actually quite good.

"Got it."

"Be safe heading home; see you tomorrow." Hunk waved him off and headed off to look for Lance.

Keith turned and pressed a lingering kiss against her neck, eliciting a sigh. He gave a small smile, "Come on, let's go."

A silent nod of agreement and there was a genuine pause of time that flew that Pidge could not recollect, no matter how hard she tried.

All she remembered was being slammed onto his bed in the dark and his hands exploring every inch of her. A slick move of his hands had her unzipped before she could even cry his name. Instead, a strangled moan tore from her throat when his lips pressed on her shoulder blade. His hands slinked around to her chest and the other to a part of her that was rapidly building with need. Her hair came undone when he pressed her into the mattress, his hands no longer covered with the gloves and instead setting every part of her to a heightened awareness of his calloused hands. Skin on skin and the sounds of their kisses and passionate breathless cries was the only thing heard in the room…

Or at least, that was what she thought she recalled.

Pidge woke up alone and with a dull pounding headache. Sitting up, she blinked blearily at the unfamiliar surroundings. A bedroom she's never been in with black solid colored blankets and grey striped bedsheets. A bare minimal metal bed-frame with a desk in the corner with a sleek computer desktop that looked similar to the one that she helped Shiro and Matt build. Bookshelves covered almost every other part of the room, filled with books, comics, and weapon displays of swords from various time periods. In a corner was a large bin with a lid overlaid on top and a sliding closet at the foot of the bed with a door on one side that led to the bathroom and what looked to be a hallway.

Taking a slow, but an even breath, she tried to focus her thoughts, not remembering much from what happened last night. It was foggy, and all she could remember was drinking… a lot and how Matt—

Matt!

She groped her legs where her phone would have been attached to find they weren't there. Frowning, she flung the blankets off to see that her wallet, her cash, and her phone were gone. Taking another glance around the room, she breathed a sigh of relief when she found that her stuff was still here, just on the nightstand. Grabbing her phone, she was relieved to see that her phone still had battery charge, thankful that she hadn't used too much of its battery last night. But, it was near dead at 23%. Strange, the battery was fully charged when she headed to the club…

Unlocking the screen, she gulped down her immediate panic at seeing the many missed phone calls and text messages from Allura, Shiro, and Matt. Scattered in there, she did see a few texts and missed calls from Lance and Hunk. But that wasn't what caught her attention.

It was the one and only picked up call from Keith that froze her.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

She groaned softly, her hand covering her face in disbelief. What the hell did she do? What did she say to—

Wait.

Her eyes darted around the room on higher alert, trying to ignore a headache that she knew was going to get worse. The memories came slowly, but unfortunately, the only thing she could remember was dancing with Keith and the…

She shook her head.

No way. No friggin way.

Pidge took a second glance down her form, noting that she was still dressed and she still had her panties on. She squinted, not quite remembering too much of last night.

Sliding out of bed, she padded across the carpeted floor to the bathroom that had very bare minimum items on the counter. A toothbrush in a cup and a tube of minty fresh toothpaste. Just like the bedroom, the curtain was a single solid color of red with white striped red towels hanging off of the towel rack. Looking herself in the mirror, she slapped a hand to her mouth to hide the gasp at all the love bites that decorated her neck and shoulders. While her dress wasn't entirely undone, the neck piece was and it gave whoever…

And then she remembered Keith, his stupidly handsome face looming in her mind when she had kissed him at the nightclub. He looked surprised, but his eyes narrowed and she remembered finding herself excited at seeing her glitter marking one side of his face. Especially at the kisses that followed right after that only left her wanting more.

She swore silently under her breath and covered her burning face. What kind of alcohol gave her that kind of courage?!

But at least that answered the question of which apartment she was in now; she was at Keith's. Braving another look in the mirror in spite of the fact she could feel her face still burning, she refreshed herself quickly and left. She peeked out into the living room, where she recognized Keith's sleeping form draped across the couch. Pidge gave another small breath of relief. Nothing had happened last night.

She tried sneaking across the living room to the door. About to slip on her shoes, she froze when she heard, "Pidge."

Turning in her spot, she straightened to face Keith, who was now seated upright in a faded red t-shirt and black sleeping pants. He stood up and moved the blankets aside. "Leaving so soon?"

She looked away and sighed. "When did you figure out who I was?"

There was a pause, but he answered, "Right when we snuck away for…"

Pidge returned her gaze to Keith, who had his back facing her, but she could see his ears red while he was folding the blankets. In turn, she could feel her embarrassment burn. Oh… he figured her out right when they were kissing each other's face off. Great. Please let the ground swallow her whole.

He cleared his throat and hesitantly turned back to face her, "Anyway, I was only going to ask how you were feeling and how much you remember from last night."

The pads of her fingers stroked the edges of her phone, lifting one backside of her skirt toward the wall up to slide the phone in the proper place. She'll call Matt and the others in a bit, but right now, she wanted to see if anything had happened last night. It almost sounded like he remembered.

Taking a few steps back into the living room, she sighed and crossed her arms, "I don't remember much after the club. How about you?"

It was this moment that she noted that Keith wasn't about to lie and was not the type of person to lie straight to a person's face. Especially not when they were "friends."

He gave her a steady look, "Truthfully, I don't remember much save getting into the apartment." His dark eyes shifted away back to the bottles of liquor that were sitting on the coffee table. Oh dear lord, did they drink more when they got here?! "There are only a few cups taken from one bottle and the other one is untouched. I don't think we drank anymore after we got back here."

Pidge released a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Oh, that's good. So… you don't remember anything either…"

Keith rubbed his neck, diverting his gaze. "No."

Walking back into the living room, she sat down on the couch and he followed suit. "So… we'll just say nothing happened and we don't tell our friends, right?"

"Right," he repeated.

There was a long pause that followed after.

Now what?