AN (pre-chapter) - What's up!? So, there's going to be a couple filler chapters in between major chapters. I am at a point where when I post a chapter, I need to write another so I'm always have a couple chapters ready to go, if needed. I'm assuming that filler chapters are going to be pretty short so they'll be a quick read. I'll let you know right now that the next big chapter that there will be development will be on Thanksgiving, the 23rd of November. For anyone who may not know Thanksgiving, it's a holiday in the U.S. Again, I'm super sorry this chapter is sooooo short, but at least you get to know about activities that they do. And I'll let you know that the next "filler chapter" is from Lance's POV. I know I've written a majority of big chapters in Keith's POV, but that's just how the ideas come to mind.

I don't own Voltron or any of the characters.

Enjoy!

Wednesday November 5 (Keith POV)

"Keith! What the hell?!" Shiro comes storming into my room, not bothering to knock. I jump as the door slams against the wall, and I reach for my remote, turning down the speakers. "Ever heard of knocking?" I glare at him, setting my paint brush down. "I don't care right now! You skipped lessons! Again!" He yells. "I'm sorry! I've been a little preoccupied!" I yell back, gesturing to my canvas. "I see. So, you still don't know who he is." his voice and the hard planes of his face soften. "I haven't see you this into art since Mom and Dad passed." He comes over to stand beside me. "Yea, well...Mom and Dad were kind of my muse...the whole family was. It was the first time I felt accepted, even after I came out. I felt… whole." He puts his prosthetic hand on my shoulder, and I can hear the mechanics in it. "By the way, you should let me decorate you're arm."

"Keith... don't change the subject." his voice is stern, but soft. I huff before continuing.

"With him, I feel whole again. Like I'm where I'm suppose to be. Like I'm accepted again. But everywhere else, I feel like an outcast. Like no one wants me, especially when Lance is involved." I stare at the mask and the smile on the canvas. Eyes blank, smile relaxed, hand outstretched in front of him. It's from when he asked me to dance.

"You'd be surprised, little brother. Whatever happened to that crush on him from 6th grade?"

"Uggggh. Don't remind me." I roll my eyes, looking up at him.

"Seriously, what happened?"

"It's called 'I came out, and he became an ass.'"

"I think it's called, 'Repressed feelings.'" he ruffles my hair, smiling slightly.

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore. I have a Soulmate, so I don't need Lance."

Shiro laughs as he leaves my room, "Your Soulmate might be closer than you think. Oh, and your Soulmate has ocean blue eyes." I hear him turn on the TV in the living room, "Least you could've done was shut the door, jackass." I yell as I get up to close my door, mumbling the last part. I turn my music back up, and resume painting. 'I wonder if he would make me a sweater if I painted something for him.' I muse in my head. "I'm sure he would love to do that." Red tells me from where she lays on my bed.

AN (post-chapter) - So, I tacked on the last part while editing, so I don't remember if I'm having Red use female or male pronouns, but oh well. I can always change it later. Thanks for reading, I'm hoping to have the next filler chapter uploaded sometime next week.