A/N: Woah, what's this? An actual update? Since when has that happened?

No but seriously I'm sorry.

So I decided that I'd keep the Sheith to a Brogane level since I prefer that over the actual ship.

Please don't hurt me.

Thanks so much for the reviews, favorites and follows. it means a lot. I'm also really glad that my story made you guys laugh. I'll try to have more jokes like that in the future.

With that being said I'm just gonna get right on into the chapter.

The paladins woke up when they heard an alarm sound combined with Allura's frantic voice coming in through the speakers.

"Paladins, we are under attack! Everyone to the control room!" The princess instructed.

Shiro was the first one in there with his record time; 5 tics. Following him came Keith, Pidge, Lance and an out of breath Hunk.

"What's wrong, Princess?" Shiro asked worriedly.

That was when Allura smiled, "I'm very proud of you all!"

"What...?" Everyone questioned in unison.

"That was your best time yet! Shiro arrived in just 5 tics and everyone seems to be in uniform."

Coran smirked and twiddled his mustache, "I see my suiting up machine sure helped you guys this round."

"Wait," Lance said, "Let me get this straight. That was just a test?"

"Yep, and you all passed!"

The team smiled and celebrated. Nothing special just a few "woohoo"s and "yes!" Here and there. A few more tics of that and Team Voltron dispersed to do their own thing.

Hunk went off to make some breakfast for the team, Pidge went to her little room to mess around on the computer, Shiro stayed and made conversation with Allura and Coran, and Keith walked off towards his room with a certain blue Paladin following him close behind.

They walked for a while without saying anything before Keith paused and turned around to face Lance, "what do you want?"

Lance smiled at the fact that his presence was finally acknowledged, "I want to see just how far I have to push you to get you to crack."

Keith's eye twitched in response.

"Come on, Keith! This is important. What if someone makes you mad and I can't stop you before it's too late," Lance begged.

"The only person on this ship that pushes my buttons to that extent is you," The red Paladin said sounding slightly annoyed.

Lance stood up straight (haha yeah right) proudly and pretended to wipe a tear from his eye, "I feel honored to have that title."

Keith face palmed in response and sighed, "fine. If you insist it'll help, you can follow me around or whatever and try to annoy me. Maybe it'll make me feel more greatful when you're not in the room."

"That's the spirit!" Lance slammed his hand onto Keith's back as if trying to befriend him.

That was the moment Keith wished he hadn't argued about listening to Panic! At the Disco. If only he could admit to singing 'I Write Sins not Tragedies' in the shower.

Three hours had passed and Keith was ready to throw a chair at Lance. Like, a really big chair.

The only thing that was holding him back was the fact that - despite how annoying he is - Keith finds Lance kind of charming in a way.

Only when he isn't being a complete douche.

Regardless of the fact that he was in fact being a douche right now, Keith also thought that was Lance was doing was a pretty kind gesture. He felt like the Paladin actually cared about this problem.

The best part was, he was starting to tolerate him more and more.

"Hey, buddy, could you let me down?" Keith stopped thinking to look at Lance tied up and hung to the ceiling.

Okay scratch that part about tolerance. That was all in his head.

"Oh yeah, sure, one sec," Keith said with a smile.

Lance frowned, "oh come on! I can feel the blood rushing to my brain!"

"That's good. You need it." The red Paladin countered.

Lance began to squirm, "Let me down, Keith!"

"Do you smell that? I think Hunk's working hard in the kitchen. I could really go for something to eat," Keith smirked and walked off.

"Oh haha very funny, Keith."

"Keith?"

"Buddy?"

"Come on!"

"KEITH!"

Eventually Blue crashed through Keith's wall and got Lance down from his predicament, but that was after the guy had passed out due to how much blood was flowing to his head.

Lance left Keith alone for the rest of the day, deciding that it took a lot more than making fun of his mullet to get him to crack.

So he had to think of a new strategy, and fast.

It wasn't until he heard Keith back at it with 'Victorious' in the shower when imagination sparked.

He was gonna hide in his room all night. Every once in a while he would knock the wall or something. Keith would get up from bed to check and see if anyone was at the door before realizing no one was there and trying to go back to sleep.

Oh yeah, this was gonna mess with him.

Lance's plan was fool-proof. So simple it just had to work!

Yeah by 2am our boy Lance was hanging from the ceiling once again.

"Come on, Keith! It's all in good fun!" The Paladin begged.

"I'm too tired for this, Lance. I don't want to fight with you at-" he was cut off when he felt something wet drip on his face.

Yep. Lance just spit onto Keith's face.

"YOU LITTLE!" Keith yelled and cut Lance down from his cacoon on the ceiling before tackling him.

Lance laughed, "I knew I could get you to crack." He said as he dodged a few punches.

The boys brawled and went at it for what felt like forever to the sleeping paladins but it was actually only 10 minutes at most.

They kept going until Shiro opened up the door, the dim lighting made him look even more intimidating than he did regularly. That was when they froze. Keith had Lance pinned to the ground and Lance had his foot up trying to pry the boy off of him.

Shiro pinched the bridge of his nose, "what are you two doing up so late?"

Keith got off and Lance quickly and they both stood up.

"We were just, uh, training!" Lance blurted and Keith rolled his eyes.

"Mmhm and why were to training at this time of night?"

Both boys shrugged deciding that it was a good enough excuse.

Shiro sighed and decided that he didn't want to know what they were doing, "just try to be more quiet."

With that he walked off.

Keith closed his door and turned back to Lance, " Can you at least wait until the morning to mess with me again?"

Lance agreed to do so and walked off with the memory of Keith pinning him down burnt into his brain.

Is it bad I kind of liked it? He asked himself over and over.

A/N: oh yes another chapter. It's 7am and I somehow got inspiration to write out of nowhere and busted this thing out.

I know it's not as funny as the last chapter and the jokes are kind of repedative but I'll try to think of some more witty things next time.

Klance is happening and it's not as subtle as I had intended it to be. Eh, I guess we're not all perfect when it comes to Klance. The writers of Voltron know how to make some nice Klance arcs that I can't seem to do.

On a side note, how about Keith and Lance in that new Steven Universs comic? That panel was the reason I wake up in the mornings. It's just so beautiful!

Okay that was very cringy and I'm about done here. Thanks for reading and I'll see you guys in five months when I update again! Bye!