A/N: OMG guys did you see Keith's vlog?! SOMEONE GIVE THAT BOY A HUG!

The sun was annoyingly bright as it streamed in through the windows; Lance groggily thought that he should really upgrade his curtains as his current ones were doing a pathetic job at keeping the light out. He turned heavily, the springs of the sofa bed protesting loudly and he found himself face to face with a sleeping Pidge. Her features were peaceful though her hair was a dishevelled halo and she was breathing softly. Lance groaned, moving to lay on his back and rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes, he felt Pidge stir next to him.

"Your breath fucking stinks Lance" She mumbled pulling the blanket a little higher over her head.

"It's too early for your shit gremlin" Lance sighed.

"Not my fault you fed me after midnight"

"Urgh damn Shay and her craving for cheese popcorn" Lance whined and Pidge snorted, suddenly they heard a small pained voice.

"Why do you guys hate me?"

Pidge and Lance shot up in bed and stared toward the kitchen where Shay was standing, coffee in hand, looking like she was on the brink of tears. Shit, shit, shit, shit! They both flew out off their bed, fumbling over the sheets and ran over to Shay hugging her tightly.

"We don't hate you! We love you Shay! Please don't cry!" Lance said panicking, squeezing her trying to assure her. Pidge pressed her face into Shays side mumbling agreements.

"You were so mean!" Shay sobbed and Lance choked at the sight of tears.

"Hunk!" Lance shrieked, "Hunk! Help us!"

Hunk came running out of Lance's bedroom looking ready to fight someone when he skidded to a stop in front of them. He stared in confusion at his two friends hugging his crying wife like their lives depended on it.

"They hate me Hunk!" Shay cried, running into her husband's arms. Hunk stroked her hair trying to calm her while staring incredulously at the terrified people standing in the kitchen.

"That's not true!" Lance said, his voice shaking, "It was a misunderstanding, we love you Shay" Pidge nodded furiously, looking completely out of her element and Hunk smiled at them.

"See honey they don't hate you" Hunk said soothingly, kissing her temple. "Now why don't I make you some breakfast? Do you want a bagel?"

"Yes please" She sniffled.

"Cream cheese?" He asked and she nodded.

"And sprinkles" She added as she walked off to Lance's room.

"I...yeah sure...and sprinkles" Hunk mumbled after her. When the door closed he sighed and smiled softly before joining the others in the kitchen.

Pidge and Lance had moved to sit on the stool by the kitchen island and watched as Hunk walked up to Lance's bread bin and took out a packet of bagels. They sat there suddenly feeling very drained; Pidge yawned loudly before resting her chin on her arms, her hair was sticking up in all directions and had fallen into her eyes, Lance's didn't look much better and they were both squinting slightly from their lack of glasses.

"You're lucky I love bagels or you'd be screwed" Lance yawned as Hunk made quick work of Shay's breakfast.

"I'm also lucky you have a weird obsession with sprinkles" Hunk responded, shaking the rainbow sugar pellets onto the cream cheese.

"I like them on ice-cream" Lance mumbled, Pidge snorted and he glared at her.

"How are you older than me?" She sneered.

"Should I really need to be telling you about the birds and the bees at your age Pidge?" Lance quipped, sticking his tongue out as she grumbled. Hunk chuckled as he handed them both a cup of coffee before leaving to deliver his beloved her breakfast. When he returned they both looked a little bit more awake.

"So what are you guys doing today?" Lance asked taking a big sip of his coffee and burning his tongue a little bit in the process, "Not that I don't love you but like...please leave"

"Always a charmer" Pidge snorted into her mug, "Don't worry we won't hang around, we got what we came for"

"Besides Shay and I have one of those birthing classes in a few hours" Hunk chimed in, pouring himself a coffee.

"And I have a paper I need to be working on" Pidge said.

[10:30] Cuba libre: I had a lot of fun yesterday :)
[10:30] Cuba libre: I hope you didn't get ambushed by Shiro when you got home

[10:32] McStabbers: Me too
[10:32] McStabbers: Nah he was in bed when I got home
[10:33] McStabbers: like the old man he is

[10:37] Cuba libre: lucky!
[10:37] Cuba libre: My friends burst into my house like straight away
[10:38] Cuba libre: wearing pjs! And demanding details!
[10:38] Cuba libre: They only just left!

[10:39] McStabbers: That sounds horrendous
[10:39] McStabbers: I do not envy you

[10:40] Cuba libre: Yeah well you'll be next

[10:41] McStabbers: Oh crap I didn't realise Shiro was in the living room
[10:41] McStabers: Shit! He saw me!
[10:41] McSabbers: HELP!

[10:41] Cuba libre: Karma. Bitch.

Keith stood staring at Shiro like a deer in headlights. He quickly reviewed all of his options; he could go back to his room but Shiro could easily follow him and he'd be trapped or he could go lock himself in the bathroom but again he'd be trapped. He looked around the living space; Shiro was sitting in his arm chair (again. Honestly it's an unspoken rule that the chair is his) and could easily block the exit like yesterday, but there was a window behind Keith...was a broken arm worth it?

Yes. Yes it was. He turned around and slid the window open; he had one leg on the sill and half of his body out, ready to jump, when he heard Shiro sigh.

"Sit down Keith" Shiro said with a chuckle. Keith grumbled and reluctantly closed the window, he flopped himself onto the sofa and resigned himself to his fate.

"So who were you with yesterday?" Shiro asked. Oh, we're getting straight to that are we? Good morning to you too brother, Keith thought with a roll of his eyes.

"Lance" Keith said with a shrug, trying to keep up the disinterested facade but he really just wanted to throw himself out the window again.

"And Lance is...?" Shiro Probed.

"A florist" Keith said with a smirk knowing the short answers would drive his brother mad. Shiro huffed irritated.

"And you went...?" Shiro tried one last time.

"It was just a date Shiro, it's no big deal" Keith said crossing his arms, he was ready for the conversation to be over.

"I knew it" Shiro said with a devilish grin, he whipped out his phone and furiously typed a message before stuffing it back in his pocket. Keith stared at him bewildered.

"What..? Who did you just text?" He demanded.

"Allura, she owes me a twenty"

"You bet on my dating life?" Keith shouted incredulously.

"Err..." Shiro hesitated unsure how to play his cards. Suddenly there was loud and impatient knocking on their door.

"Takashi! Let me in right now! I need details!" A demanding female voice screeched from the other side. The door quivered from the incessant banging.

"I don't understand, can you guys teleport or something?" Keith groaned as he stretched out on the sofa, he lifted his hands up to cover his face and concluded that this was in fact the worst morning of his life.

Shiro got up suddenly feeling very weary and he opened up the door. Allura burst through the door dramatically; her long white hair pulled up high on her head into a ballerina bun, she was wearing black yoga pants and an over sized cream sweater, her brown leather boots clomped loudly onto the wooden floor as she stopped herself from losing balance after her grand entrance. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the room until she noticed Keith lying on the sofa, eyes still covered.

"You went on a date?!" Keith heard her yell excitedly. He refused to look at her, basking in the darkness his hands provided. He grunted when he felt an additional weight jump on him, his hands were yanked away and pinned above his head and he was suddenly staring up into Allura's ecstatic face as she hovered above him.

"Who was it with?" She asked, her British accent sounding thicker than usual in her excitement. She was kneeling above Keith; her knees pressing onto his legs holding him down while her hand held his wrist firmly. He squirmed trying to throw her off.

"How are you so strong?" Keith grunted, he could hear Shiro chuckle in the distance.

"You haven't been on a date in a long time" Allura said softly, a thoughtful look on her face.

"It's not a big deal it was just dinner" Keith huffed.

"Er wrong, it is a big deal. Now tell us everything" She said finally releasing Keith's hands. She moved to the other end of the sofa and kicked at his legs so he would stop taking up so much room; he grumbled but sat up and pulled his knees up, he stared at Allura who sat cross legged opposite and at Shiro who was back in his chair looking expectantly.

"Fine" Keith sighed. "What do you want to know?"

"How did you two meet" Shiro asked.

"Do you guys remember Shirley?" Keith asked and both of their face grew cold; Allura scowled while Shiro nodded.

"Well after the incident I went to find a florist in town because I thought what better way to tell someone 'fuck you' than by using the thing they love the most" Keith smirked cruelly. "Well Lance was the only one working that day so he made me the bouquet, it was actually quite beautiful, but he didn't charge me for it. Something about making his day more interesting."

He told them everything. How he went back the next day because he felt bad about taking the flowers without paying, how the banshee had apparently screamed at Lance, how Keith took him to his favourite cafe and how they talked for hours. How he had left for work but forgot to tell Lance, how Lance had been trying to find him during that time and finally about the date they had.

Shiro and Allura sat there listening to everything like it was an episode of their favourite drama; Allura would squeal or aw at the parts she found adorable and more than once did he and Shiro share a knowing look. Keith realised pretty early on that he couldn't successfully tell them everything and look them in the eye. It was just too embarrassing. So he stared down at his hands, fidgeting and pretended that he was alone and was simply talking out loud. Only when he finished talking was he brave enough to look up at their faces, they were both grinning broadly and Keith felt like he wanted to curl into himself and die.

"Do you like him?" Allura asked, bouncing in her seat and leaning forward eagerly.

"Obviously" Keith said with an eye roll, he wouldn't have gone on the date otherwise. "He's sweet and funny and seems to genuinely care about what I say and what I like and yeah, he's cute" he shrugged.

"Oh my god!" Allura squealed loudly again "What does he look like?! You never said!"

"I'm sorry but you've reach the limit of your daily Keith interaction. Good bye" Keith said standing suddenly and he ran to the door grabbing his boots from last night and a jacket before bolting out the door.

He half ran half jumped down the stairs where he stopped to put his shoes and jacket on before burying his face in his hands waiting for the blush on his face to fade. He didn't really have a destination in mind but he just couldn't stand being interrogated anymore; he wasn't wearing any of his workout clothes so he couldn't go for a run to clear his head either. With a sigh he resigned himself to wander down the street aimlessly. He walked for about ten minutes before he felt his stomach rumble and with that, an idea occurred to him; he pulled out his phone but hesitated before he typed the message.

[11:55] McStabbers: Hey

[11:57] Cuba libre: I see you didn't die
[11:57] Cuba libre: Well done

[11:58] McStabbers: Oh. No, I died.
[11:58] McStabbers: There's no way I could have survived that many stabs of embarrassment
[11:59] McStabbers: I was thinking of going to Bemmy's to get some lunch...do you want to join?

Keith held his breath waiting for a response; he realised that he stopped walking as well in anticipation. He stared at the screen analysing his message; did he come on too strong? They just went on a date yesterday and they had plans to meet on Tuesday; would Lance want to meet with him this soon? Keith was never good at interacting with people, it takes a long time for him to trust and befriend people and he's quick to cut ties the minute they get close to hurting him. He has a very, very small social circle and he definitely isn't one to text first. So why was he breaking all his rules for Lance?

The three minutes it took Lance to answer were the longest of his life.

[12:02] Cuba libre: I dunno...
[12:02] Cuba libre: I've never been on a date with a Zombie before...

[12:03] McStabbers: Really? You seem like the type to go out with anything that moves

[12:04] Cuba libre: Fuck you zombie Keith!
[12:05] Cuba libre: I'll meet you at Bemmy's in 10

Keith sighed in relief at Lance's message and then grinned broadly feeling both nervous and excited. He turned a street corner and headed in the direction of the cafe, he recognised where he was and knew it would only take him ten minutes tops to get there. He caught his reflection on a car window and stopped short in shock; he looked an absolute mess! Why didn't he pay attention to what he looked like before he asked out Lance?! His eyes had dark circles under them, his hair was a mess and he was clad in nothing but an oversized white t-shirt and black under shorts that were just about visible bellow the tops hem; with his combat boots and leather jacket he was 100% it was the weirdest combination of clothing he had ever worn.

He wanted to run home and change but he knew if he went back he'd just get ambushed again and he didn't have the guts to cancel on Lance. You're just going to have to meet the guy you like in your pyjamas Keith, this is your life now. He sighed pulled his hair up into a ponytail to make it appear semi decent and continued on his way.

Lance was standing outside the cafe, phone in hand while he waited. He noticed Keith walking up towards him and appraised his outfit with an eyebrow raised; his eyes lingering on Keith's legs longer than truly necessary.

"Nice outfit" Lance said with a flirty grin. Keith flushed red and crossed his arms defensively.

"Fuck off" Keith grumbled. "I ran out the house before I could change, I just wanted to get away from my brother and his girlfriend as quick as possible"

"It suits you" Lance said looking Keith up and down once gain.

"Thanks" Keith murmured blushing even deeper than before. Lance winked then gestured for Keith to enter first before following and he silently thanked the stars that Shiro had decided to ambush Keith as he watched him walk down the steps.

Chrysmcar: I'm so sorry but don't worry they will soon!

Resa: You're not the only one lol

KH freak 813: No they definitely didn't but I wanted to make Keith squirm a bit in this chapter lol

Little miss fanfiction lover: Thank you so much! Don't worry I will :)