AN (pre-chapter) - Hey! I'm back!
First off, thank you nigil1017; I'm glad youenjoy it. To answer the first question, it's a work in progress. Second, 'm pretty random about updates, it just depends.
Second, thank you Emerly33 and crazyanimegurl141 for the follows.
Third, thank you crazyanimegurl141 for the favorite.

Here's another filler chapter. I don't know if there will be another before Thanksgiving, otherwise the next will be on Thanksgiving.

I don't own Voltron or the characters.

ENJOY!

Thursday November 13 (Lance's POV)

"Wait, why are you writing "GIFT IDEAS FOR YOUR SOULMATE" on cards?" I ask Hunk as me, him, Pidge, and Keith are in the library. 'Honestly, why does Keith have to be here?'

"Shut it, McClain." Keith growls from where he is sitting across from me, glaring up from his notebook and textbook.

"I didn't say anything."

"But you thought something... and don't bother lying. Blue was talking to Red when you thought it, so it came through to me."

"Actually, all four of the-" Pidge begins, but I hold my hand up.

"Whatever, go back to studying, Mullett. You too, sho-"

"Lance, what would you like your soulmate to get you? And I'm helping Shiro out. Apparently, he does this with all the students if they haven't found out who their soulmate is by November of their Senior year. Apparently Allura is told each year by some "mystical being" who everyone's soulmate is, and for the past 5 years, Shiro has been helping them find each other by Christmas." Hunk interrupts.

"I know who mine is! I just… don't know their name yet. They said they're an ametuer artist. So I probably wouldn't mind a picture or something drawn…"

"I need at least 3 ideas."

"I don't know what else really. Just put something else down."

"Fine… what about you, Keith?"

"I don't care."

"Come on, buddy. I need at least one idea."

"Well… maybe something homemade? I don't know. They said they knit, so maybe a sweater or some socks?" His phone beeps and Keith looks at it. "Shit. I gotta go. Thanks, Pidge for the help. Bye, Hunk." Keith picks up his stuff and leaves, without even saying goodbye to me. I huff and slump in my seat, "Rude." Pidge throws a pencil towards me, which I barely manage to avoid, "Hey!"

"Get your homework out. I know you haven't done it, and I don't want a text at midnight asking for help… again." She replies as if she didn't almost impale me with a pencil less than 30 seconds ago.

"Fine."I reply and pull out my homework

~Time skip to Saturday November 15~

"Lance, tienes correo!" (Lance, you have mail!) my mom yells up the stairs to me.

"¿De quién es?" (Who's it from?) I reply, making my way down the stairs.

"It doesn't say… But it looks like something to do with your soulmate's interests." she replies holding the card out to me.

"Oh! It must be the thing Hunk was helping Shiro with the other day!" I take the card from her. I open the card and read the insert, '"1) Something homemade, like a sweater or socks; 2) art supplies; 3) something hippo related. Note from Shiro: Make sure to put name on package of whom it is from, as Shiro will give it to them, but then they need to find you." Hmmm. Weird.' I make my way back up to my bed.

"You should write DJ Raven on it, since you know that's his stage name." Blue purrs as I sit down.

'But, what should I get him?'

"Call Pidge, they know him really well." I smile at the robotic feline on the bed next to me, taking her advice and calling Pidge. She picks up on the 4th ring.

"What do you want, Lance?"

"What should I get DJ Raven for Christmas?"

"Knit him something to wear."

"I only know how to knit socks and sweaters."

"Exactly. Knit him a red sweater."

"I don't know his size." I flip the card over and over in my hand, Blue now watching intently.

"Well, you're about an inch or so taller than him, but your arms are a total of 2 inches longer than his. Make a sweater that sits about middle of your ass in torso length, and make the sleeves an inch longer than you would for yourself."

"How do you know all of this, Pidge?"

"Because I know him pretty well. And because you don't know who it is, you're oblivious to the fact that he likes bigger sweaters that hangs past his hands and ass."

"Thanks, Pidge. Anything else I should know?" I flip the card towards the foot of my bed, and Blue chases it.

"Make it a dark red in color. Like, blood or garnet red. Not candy or crimson red. He prefers the darker."

"Alright, thanks." I hang up before she can reply, going to the closet and sifting through my yarn. 'Hmmm. I don't have a shade of red dark enough.' "C'mon, Blue. We're heading to the store real quick." I say as I grab my worn out sweater and my coat I got a few years previously from my brother, Jack. 'Hmmm. Maybe I should make myself a new sweater as well.' Blue jumps off my bed, landing on my shoulder before wrapping herself around my neck as a necklace. I make my way down the stairs and through the living room where my mom is watching a cooking show and knitting something, "Mamá, me dirijo a la tienda para comprar hilo. ¿Necesitas algo?" (Mom, I'm heading to the store for yarn. Do you need anything?) I ask, stopping by the couch to zip up my coat.

"No, ¿por qué necesitas más hilo?" (No, why do you need more yarn?) she doesn't look up from her knitting.

"I don't have the right shade of red to knit a sweater for my soulmate for a christmas present."

"You know their size?"

"According to Pidge, because she and Hunk know who it is but won't tell me, but they're an inch or shorter than me, and their arms are a couple inches shorter than mine."

"You also plan on making a new one for yourself, don't you?"

"Well, considering the one Rosa made is getting worn out and is like, 3 sizes too small."

"Yet, you still wear it."

"It's warm!"

"Whatever, be careful."

"Always, mamá." I kiss her cheek before leaving. 'I still can't bring myself to tell her.' I think of the words I wrote to my soulmate about a week earlier when he admitted he came out in 7th grade about his sexuality. I get in my truck noticing both of the black trucks, that are normally in front of a certain Mullet's apartment window, are gone, the motorcycle covered and locked up tight. 'Judging by bareness of snow in one of the spots, it's left recently.' "Who cares, crank up the heat! It's cold." Blue complains in my ear.

I get to the store, and walk inside, making a beeline for the crafts, as that is wear the yarn is located. As I turn down an aisle as a shortcut to yarn, I bump into someone. "I am so sor-" I don't finish as the person looks up at me. "Mullet, what are you doing here?"

"It's a store, dipshit. I'm allowed to be here." he replies as if it's the most obvious thing in the world - which it is - as he puts a bottle of paint in a basket hanging from his arm.

"I meant in the arts section."

"I'm an artist. What about you? I thought you swam. Not exactly the type of person I'd expect to see in the art section of the store." He drops another bottle of paint into the basket.

"I knit, and need more yarn. This is just a shortcut to the yarn." I cross my arms over my chest.

"Whatever, Lance." he straightens from where he had been studying the paint selection, and I realize he had added 3 or 4 other bottles of paint. "See ya in school."

"You mean Hell?" I smirk at him. He looks at me, and I see a small smile play at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, Hell. Bye, Lance." he replies as he pushes past me. "Bye, Kogane." I make my way to the yarn, grabbing what I need before heading home. I get home, and I see one of the trucks is back, obviously from Keith returning from the store. 'It's still warm. He must've gotten back in the past 5 minutes or so.' I note as I walk to the entrance. I make my way upstairs, avoiding cousins - Sierra and David babysit for out aunts and uncles - as I walk in the door to the apartment, and make my way to my room. I shed my layers, turn on music, and set to work making the sweaters.

AN (post-chapter) - Whoop whoop!

Look up "shades of red" to see the colors I'm talking about. I'm basing it off a website called Digital Synopsis, under 'It's "Wine", Not Dark Red - Here Are The Correct Names Of All Color Shades.'

Here's the colors Keith, Lance, Pidge, and Hunk tend to wear;

Keith - Red - garnet, wine, blood, and jam;
Lance - Blue - cerulean, azure, cobalt, and admiral;
Pidge - Green - pine, emerald, juniper, and basil;
Hunk - Yellow - canary, butterscotch, honey, and dandelion.

And just so you know what Keith's card read for stuff to get his Soulmate;
1) A piece of artwork
2) Retro videogames
3) Something to do with aquatic life