Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, settings, etc involving Voltron: Defender of the Universe, Voltron: The Third Dimension, Voltron Force, or Voltron: Legendary Defender. These stories are for entertainment purposes only and are to be viewed as parodies and satire.

Author's Notes: The previous chapter was the turning point in the story, so this chapter sets everything up for the last half of the story. We find out who started the rumor of Allura's pregnancy, Hunk and Pidge question their place in the world, and Lance reveals his master plan on how to fix all of this and the stage is set to bring in yet another famous character from Voltron.

Popstar Princess:

Aftermath

The front door to Allura's mansion slammed shut. "That obnoxious, useless, selfish prick!" Allura screamed as she stormed through the foyer and into the den. "I can't believe he just left like that!"

"I can," Hunk whispered to Pidge.

"Do you have something to say?" Allura scolded.

"No," Hunk replied, shaking his head defensively.

"Just calm down, Allura," Lance said.

"Calm down? Calm down?" Allura's hands were clenched tightly. "I have rumors of me being pregnant being passed around by the media, my 'boyfriend' decides to leave me because this life just isn't good enough for him anymore, my music career is hanging by a thread and you want me to calm down?"

Before Allura could take a swing at Lance, the front door opened and Allura's nanny entered. She dropped her bags by the door and entered the den to see what all the commotion was about.

"I just saw Keith leave. He said that you were upset," she said.

"Oh Nanny," Allura whimpered as she shuffled over and put her arms around her. "Keith and I had a big fight and now he's gone."

"There, there, my sweet child," Nanny said as she gently pulled Allura's head down to her shoulder. "It'll be alright. You'll see."

"That's not all," Allura continued. "There is a mean rumor going around that I'm pregnant. All the media outlets are talking about it and although he denied it, we're pretty sure that Keith started it."

"Keith didn't start the rumor, I did," Nanny told her.

Allura pulled away from Nanny with a look of confusion and disbelief.

"Wait, you started the rumor?" Lance asked.

"Why would you do that," Allura inquired.

"To help you, my dear."

"How does this help?" asked Lance. "If anything, it started more problems."

"After what happened at the party over the weekend, I was afraid the media would start a smear campaign against Allura. Claiming that she was an alcoholic or some other nonsense. I told the media that she was sick because she was pregnant and that her behavior was due to pregnancy hormones." Nanny walked over to Allura and placed her hand on the young woman's cheek. "I just could sit back and let them drag you through the mud."

"Oh Nanny," Allura pulled the older woman into a big hug. "That is so sweet. You're always looking out for me and I love you for that."

"I love you too, my sweet child."

"Wow. That was a complete one-eighty," remarked Pidge.

"Yep. And now we watch as Lance somehow manages to scheme his way into making this work for him instead of making it go away," Hunk remarked.

Lance cleared his throat in order to get the ladies' attention. "This is sweet and all but there is still the matter that the media thinks Allura is pregnant and Keith, who everyone will assume is the father, just hit the road."

"Why does Keith have to be the father? Couldn't we say that someone else is and that's why Keith left?" Nanny both asked and subtly suggested.

"We could do that…" Lance thought for a moment and then a light bulb went off in his head. "And I think I know who we can claim is the father."

"Who?" asked Allura.

"I don't want to say, just yet." Lance began pacing in circles around Allura and Nanny, rambling more to himself than to them. "But if we play this right, we can convince everyone that you and Keith were having relationship problems, you found solace and love in the arms of someone else, you dumped Keith, and this other man came in and gave you want Keith couldn't."

"And what about the baby?" Allura asked.

"We just act like you're pregnant for the next few months. I'll cancel your shows and claim that it is out of concern for the baby's health. I'll hire an OB/Gyn to play along so the media will see you going to doctor appointments and we can easily fake some sonogram photos. Eventually we'll claim that you had a miscarriage, you can fake being depressed for a few months and then we'll do a big come back tour." Lance was rubbing his hands together in excitement. "Your fans will eat this up."

"And what about Keith? He knows I'm not pregnant and he may leak it to the press?" Allura asked.

"That's a good point," Lance stated. "Well, there is the matter of his contract with Altean Records needing to be bought out so he can move on with his movie career. We can make it part of the deal that he can be released from his contract but he'll have to remain silent concerning this matter and if he doesn't, he'll have to face legal action."

"Do you think he'll go for that?" asked Nanny.

"If we offer to throw some money towards the movie's budget that might convince the studio to push him to agree to our terms."

"Do you really think this plan of yours will work?" Nanny asked.

"Of course it will work. As long as Allura does what she needs to in order to maintain the image of being pregnant."

"And how long will I have to do that?"

"About two months, maybe three," Lance told her. "We don't want it to go too long otherwise everyone will notice that you don't have a baby bump."

"I think we should do it," Nanny said as she looked at Allura.

"Ok, let's do it," Allura said. "So who are you going to get to pretend to be the father of my baby?"

"I have an old friend over at Galra Music Group who might be able to help us out." Lance pulled out his phone and started going through his contact list. "Do me a favor, delete that photo that I asked you to take and don't post anything regarding the pregnancy yet."

With that statement, Lance walked into the living room and made the phone call to put his plan into motion.

Allura gave a heavy sigh. "This has been a hell of a week," she commented.

"I know what will cheer you up," Nanny said with a smile. "I bought you some new clothes at the store this morning. Let's go upstairs and try them on."

"Oh Nanny, you're the best." Allura gave the woman another big hug and the two grab the bags by the door and headed upstairs.

Hunk and Pidge were left alone in the den.

"Pidge, do you ever feel like we're just background characters in a really bad soap opera?"

"More often than I'm willing to admit," Pidge answered.

"I'm starting to think that Keith had the right idea," Hunk commented.

"What do you mean?"

"Getting out of here and away from Allura and her craziness. Striking out on my own, to follow my dream and having a career that goes beyond keeping obsessed fans away from over paid stage personalities."

Pidge looked at Hunk with an inquisitive expression. "What career would you want?"

Hunk smiled as he looked at his friend. "I would love to host my own cooking show."

"If you ever get the opportunity to do that, take me with you. I'd be happy to be your stage manager."

"Deal," Hunk said offering his hand.

Pidge reached out and shook his friend's hand.

"So, what do you say we grab something to eat?" Hunk asked.

"Sounds good to me."

The two stood and headed off to the kitchen.