Lance sprinted down the hall, heart thundering in his chest as he tried not to drop his armor.

His mind was racing, trying to process everything that had happened but his stupid brain just kept screaming at him, "YOU KISSED KEITH!"

His own room was just a few doors down from Keith's and he was almost to the door when Hunk's door opened and the yellow paladin stepped out, just in time for Lance to crash into him.

"Woah! What's going on? Damn, that hurt. Are you okay? Wait. Did you just come from Keith's room?"

Lance got to his feet before his friend could ask anymore loud questions. Throwing his armor into Hunks room, the boy grabbed Hunk by an arm and yanked him in, closing the door behind them.

Lance started pacing, Hunk still picking himself off from the floor and righting one of his pot plants that Lance's armor had knocked over.

"Oh, Dios mío , ¿qué voy a hacer?" Oh, my god, what am I going to do?

The engineer splayed his hands in front of him, trying to placate the obviously upset pilot.

"Dude, what's going on? And you know I don't speak Spanish."

Lance flung his arms out, eyes wide as he scream-whispered to Hunk.

"¿Él me besó?" He kissed me?

Hunk sighed, trying to be patient. Lance had a habit of reverting to his mother tongue when he was particularly upset or passionate about something.

"In English dude. Please."

Lance shook his head, eyes scrunched shut as he tried to translate his brain into something Hunk could understand.

"Keith kissed me!"

Hunk froze, eyes widening as his mouth fell open. Lance kept rambling.

"Well I think he did. Maybe it was me? I don't know who did what but he was on top so I couldn't exactly move much. He woke up first and it was his bed, he was the one that ask me to stay so I think it was him? Oh , dios le sabía tan bueno. Y esos ojos!" Oh, god he tasted so good. And those eyes!

Hunk was still frozen and Lance paused as he looked at him.

"Hunk? Buddy are you okay?"

The yellow paladin blinked owlishly, a slow smile creeping on to his face.

"You and Keith..?"

His sly tone suggested much more than a kiss and Lance quickly interrupted him.

"NO! No, of course not. He got stabbed in the mission yesterday and-"

Hunk's eyebrows shot to the roof, his protective nature coming in full force.

"What! Why didn't he tell anyone? Is he okay? You shouldn't be sleeping with someone that's been stabbed you should have gotten him to one of the med pods!"

The engineer was already pulling the door open, ready to go take care of his friend but Lance was quick, grabbing the larger boy and yanking him back inside.

"No, no, no. He's fine, I helped patch him up. And before you tell me off again, I tried to get him to a pod but he refused. I think he's scared of them. And we only kissed!"

Hunk crossed his arms, trying to understand.

"So you, the one that said, multiple times, that Keith was your rival and mortal enemy, helped patch him up? And kept it a secret from the rest of us?"

Lance was pacing again.

"I don't hate him. I'm competitive but he's our friend, he's part of team Voltron. So yeah, I helped him."

"And when did the kissing come into all of this?"

Lance bit his lip, trying to down play the story as much as he could.

"I patched him up and got him to bed but I couldn't just leave him cause of the blood loss or whatever. I was worried about something going wrong if I left him by himself. But I was tired so he insisted I share his bed."

Hunk's smile grew and he bounced his eyebrows teasingly.

"Ohh really? Insisted?"

Lance blushed.

"Yes! But it was just him being nice. And he was all confused from the pain of the injury and blood loss. We went to sleep like normal, just two dudes sharing a bed with plenty of space between us."

"Uh huh..and?"

"And then I sort of woke up with him on top of me. I think we were cuddling."

Hunk went to make an aww sound but Lance shook his head and spoke faster.

"I woke up and he was right there, like, inches from my face and my hands were…he kept getting closer and closer and then…."

He stretched his hands out as if presenting something.

"It happened."

Hunk was still smiling. "He kissed you."

"Yeah."

"And what did you do? Did you kiss him back? Did you ask him out? Are you two dating now?"

Lance slumped down on Hunks bed, covering his face with his hands.

"I ran away."

"What!? You ran away?"

Lance threw his hands up and flopped back to lie on the mattress.

"I panicked okay?"

"You've been crushing on this guy since you first saw him at the academy and the moment he kisses you, you run away?!"

Lance sprung back up, eyebrows drawn down over his eyes.

"What? I have not!"

The yellow paladin sighed and took a seat next to his friend.

"Sorry dude, but you have. You invented this rivalry thing because you were too butt headed to realize you liked him."

"I think the expression is hard headed."

"Not for you."

Lance blushed a deep red, the tips of his ears burning as he glared at the floor.

"Fine. Maybe I had a slight….crush on the guy. It was his fault anyway with his stupid mullet and that dumb jacket. He was the best at combat and he was always training so hard and…damn it. I have a crush on him."

"Admitting it is the first step."

"I hate him."

"You just admitted you like him."

Lance lay back on the bed again, crossing his arms as he sulked.

"Yeah but its his fault and I hate him for it."

Hunk patted the boys shoulder.

"It's okay buddy. He kissed you, so he probably feels the same way. The liking part not the hate bit. Why don't you just go talk to him about it?"

Lance snorted out a laugh.

"Oh yeah, that's a great idea. I'll just swing in and be all "Hey, you kissed me and I ran away. Wanna get some lunch sometime?""

"Well, maybe don't say it like that."

"Ughhh, why is this happening to me?"