*wheezes* I actually forgot to post this chapter on here, I'm so sorry! I posted this chapter on the other 3 sites on January 15.

I was talking to my bro about this story and asking about things when he gave me this idea. He suggested there should be a universal language for everybody on the 'other side'. I decided that was a bit to unrealistic, but there could be languages that species would have, but not everybody. However I agreed that they can be a written language that everybody can understand because you are forced to learn it. (Or something along those lines.)

When Lance heard that Hunk was finally going out on a date with the girl he's been crushing on since the beginning of the year, he was shouting about it on rooftops at the top of his semi-functioning lungs. Okay, not really, but you bet news about quickly it got around their social circle because of him. Their friends were so supportive and chipper about it. Even Keith seemed happy, even did that whole shoulder-touch thing Shiro does all the time. Hunk seem honored at the gesture. Honestly, Lance had some really weird friends. "Aww, Hunk that is so cute! Who asked who?" Allura had her hands on Hunk shoulders. Of course she wanted to know all the juicy gossip, and now she's getting it straight from the source!

Hunk smiled sheepishly. He blushed and rubbed his hands together. "Uhhh, Shay asked me out. I, I was too nervous and I guess she got tired of waiting." A couple of laughs and chuckles passed through the group.

"I'm happy for you. Shay seems nice, we same a class together, and she's quite possibly as sweet as you are." Allura gave him a soft smile as the others bombarded him with comments, inquires, and compliments.

It was almost a bit too much to take in at once. Almost. All this attention felt kinda nice.

Pidge rested her head on the palm of her hand. A cup of coffee sat in front of her face, letting her get a whiff of its magnificent aroma every once and awhile. "You're bringing Lance along?" She was surely asking, but there was a dry sense of disbelief that ran through her voice. Almost as if she was as surprised and found it unnecessary.

Hunk frowned at her tone, it wasn't unexpected, but it would be nice if she wouldn't be so exasperated over this. "Yeah...?" He said carefully, putting down his chocolate drink. "I just," he started to drum his finger along the edge of the mini table, "need like..." Ugh, what's the word? "I want him to go with me for emotional support."

Pidge's eyes widen at the last few words of choice. "Wait, what?" She waved her arms out in front of him. "Hunk, really? It's a date; you don't bring your friend to third wheel on a date! Especially if it's a first date, come on now."

Hunk smiled at his friend's body language, it was actually kinda funny how much his friend seemed to dislike his idea. Which is understandable, but... "Have you even been out on a date?"

His friend picked up her cup to take a drink and set it down, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. This got her an eye roll from Hunk and he handed her a napkin or two. She gracefully expected the dainty tribute. "No, I haven't, but—"

"Ah ah ah." Hunk waggled his finger at her like she was a child. "Nope, you don't have any experience, so you can't counteract me Pidge. At least I went out on a couple of dates before." He looked off onto the side. "Besides," his voice seemed to get quieter and indicated Pidge to scoot closer, "I really like her; I don't want to mess up. An-an-and," Hunk seemed to fumble at this part, being embarrassed, Pidge couldn't help but smile, "she said she didn't mind me bring someone along. She told me she finds it endearing."

Another smile, Hunk just had that effect on people. "Heh, alright. Good luck Hunk." She patted his hand.

"Why does everyone keep saying that to me? I'll do fine!" There was a pause between the two of them. "Do you think I'll do fine?"

She facepalmed. Yeah, okay. Maybe he does need Lance to accompany him...

-Time Skip to the next day!-

"I'm still surprised you asked me to come along. Although, I think it's about time I third wheeled instead of you." Lance joked and nudged his friend as they made their way to not a coffee shop or cafe like Lance expected, but rather...a fast food joint. Well, he wasn't complaining, he could still eat human food. It just didn't do the same for him as blood did, and it definitely wasn't a substitute. Food was well, food. He could eat it, he could taste it, he could feel the texture, but it wasn't filling. It didn't give him energy, it didn't do anything. Unless it was garlic, in that case it burns. Thank God people just thought he developed an allergy to garlic.

Hunk huffed besides him. "Yeah, feel the pain I did dude." The two do them laughed at his joke. Already, Hunk was feeling a bit better. He wasn't as nervous as he was earlier, and his stomach stopped doing flips! That's a good sign, right? Maybe having Lance come along wasn't as silly as he thought.

"Hey, is that Shay over there?"

Never mind, Hunk was going to die. R.I.P. man.

Lance watched as Hunk talked to Shay outside before heading in. She was waiting for them, isn't that cute? They strolled up to the line, each of them placing their order after waiting for a mother and her two younger kids to order. Hunk got a #7, Shay #13, and Lance just straight up ordered a small burger and fries, with water. He knew from experience drinking soda was a bad idea. Only tiny sips were aloud. It's a damn shame too; he really liked soda back then. Now, the three of them exchanged pleasantries before taking over an empty table, claiming it as their own, for now. "I'll get the food when it's done." Hunk sat down at the table with four chairs, he sat in the inner chair, while Lance filled the outer one. Shay decided to sit across from Hunk. Eh, the seating position wasn't that awkward, it could be worse. He could make it worse if he wanted to quite frankly, however he's not going to because he's not an ass. Unlike some people.

"So, Shay...this is Lance, Lance, this is Shay." Hunk tried to introduce them, something he probably should've done earlier. They shook hands like formal people do, and talked a whole lot. And while Lance did engage in the main conversion once and while, he primarily let them talk to each other. After all, this was their date; he was just tagging along for the ride. When the conversation started to die, Hunk realized that they still hadn't washed their hands, after voicing his thought; they all headed towards the bathrooms.

"You're not doing bad, but like, I think she totally likes my charm." Lance dried his hands and gave his friend a grin.

Hunk had an unconvinced looked painted on his face. "Yeah, sure." He drew out. He turned away from the mirrors and sinks. "Can't believe our first date is at a fast food place."

Lance hummed. "I knew it. You would never suggest a place like this. You're too good for it." Lance held a teasing tone, he knew Hunk had passion for food, and hated that 'cheap' stuff. Although when you're on a budget, it doesn't really matter anymore, now does it? At least I save money on food. The thought was humorous, and quite true.

Hunk was waiting up front, Lance already got his order but the others were taking a little longer to make. Lance sat back in his seat. He shoved his tray of food aside. He'll touch it later.

"So...?"

"So?" Lance repeated. The vampire could tell that the woman sitting on the other side of the table was not in fact a real human. Hell, he knew the moment they went to sit down. Her aura...it wasn't human, but it wasn't menacing either. He...he couldn't chose to see through her illusion. When he tried, he still just saw her human form.

Shay offered a smile at him. One that was sweet and calm. Lance didn't trust her, but at least her aura gave off more positive calm vibes. She had that at least. He shook his head and kept his face straight. He didn't want anyone to overheard, and wanted to make sure she wasn't just some magic user. So he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket along with a pencil he brought just in case this happened. You're being paranoid. It's called being prepared, not paranoid.

There was a written language that everyone on the other side had to learn. It was the standard language. Mostly everything there was written in that text, it was an easy way to let everybody from every region communicate. However if you wished to communication orally, you're on your own with the languages barrier.

What are you?

He discreetly shifted the paper over to Shay, flicking the pencil as well. She didn't crank her neck to read it, instead her eyes gazed down on it, deciphering the message on the dot. She narrowed her honey amber eyes and turned her head to look around to see if anyone was watching them. A man who was eating with a girl was currently peering at them. She glared at him and he promptly looked away and back to the girl across from him. Shay scooted up and took the paper, scribbling down a response.

Balmeran.

The Cuba raised his eyebrows. Oh, she's a rock nymph. The Balmeran kind has strong magical connections to the earth. This in turn causes their aura to radiate. It's quite stable, so it made sense that he couldn't peer at her real from. She didn't want him to. Lance also realized at this moment of time that he has never seen a real life Balmeran...maybe he can see what she really looks like later.

Makes sense.

The pencil would resume it's whispering to the paper. A short clean response that gets to the point.

Does he know?

He looked at the words on the paper, he almost said 'no' out loud.

No

Revel?

Don't. Not ready.

Shay had confusion walk across her face. She looked back up at him and over to Hunk. She had time; just a little.

Who?

Him.

She nodding and pointed at Lance. "Vampire?" She queried, painfully aware of the fact her date was walking towards them.

He flashed her a smile and willed his fangs to show a bit. Shay looked like she was going to say something, but the two supernatural beings heard the voice of Hunk telling them he had both orders. Nope. Lance hastily shoved the paper toward her, to which Shay promptly folded into 6 and shoved into her purse. Lance retrieved the pencil and slid it back into where it belonged, his jacket pocket.

"What was that?" Hunk questioned as he got back into his old seat after his sets the trays down. Shay opened her mouth to response, spin a quick little fib to derail his interest and steer it over on something else.

"I was witting her directions to the CheeseCake Factory. You know; the one nearby our town?" Our really, really weird town... Lance decided to speak before she did, it was just pure impulse. He couldn't help himself still.

"Oh." Hunk blinked at his friend and that was the end of it. He merely shrugged and the rest of the date went along fine.

Lance watched the two talk and add his comments every once and a while. They were adorable and Lance although found it funny that they weren't all highschoolers anymore. They definitely acted like it. They even blushed when their hands touched. How cute. He could almost coo at them. However he still couldn't let the feeling of distrust subside. Shay was a rock nymph after all, a quite powerful one at that. Her voice may be sweet, her personality a soft innocent doe-eye child. But looks are always deceiving. Lance didn't really know her, but Hunk and Allura did. For now, she was chill.

-Time Skip-

Lance patted his friend on shoulder and gave him a smile. The car was waiting for him; he might as well hop in in the driver seat and wait for Hunk. He looked out the windshield and saw them still taking, as they were waiting for her brother to arrive. The sound of an automobile ringed in his ears, and he was ready to go home. Just as the unfamiliar car he assumed to be Rax pulled in, Hunk vomited on the ground, and consequentially, Shay's and his own shoes.

Lance facepalmed on pure instinct. "Oh my G—Are you kidding me?"

Well, I'm going to end this here. I had some trouble writing this chapter and feel like it was quite rushed. Which it was. However at this point I don't care anymore, regardless of the fact this is my favorite fanfiction.

My older brother (my only sibling) is moving away to San Francisco, which is like, two hours away from where we live now. ;n; I do not get along well with my mother as she is hard to deal with and not a very good person per se. My father's six feet under, so it'll just be me and her now. The thing is, is that I turn 17 in June. So I have to wait until next year to move in with him. (Or actually until I'm finished with highschool. I don't think I can survive without him. I'm very clingy and when people are gone, I don't accept it at first and always expect them to be back for months.) (Although, I think that's what most people do in grieving, right?)

Okay, sorry for busting out a rant about things right now, you're just a random person trying to read a goddamn weird Voltron fanfiction, not me ranting. ._."

Edit: So at the end of this author's note I wrote down 12 chapter ideas I had for this story. As you can tell, I took them out, because like, 2 weeks later I realized one charm of this story is that you don't really know what the fuck's going on. You don't know what's going to happen or what the hell the next chapter going to be about, it's so miscellaneous.

So I deleted the ideas, some of you already read them, some have not. Oh well, I'll writing them down in my plot bunny book regardless.