Lance came up with the idea and brought it up as a joke, but Hunk was the one to latch onto it and talk him into it. You decide who's at fault.

They spent a good forty-five minutes getting ready. Hunk was decked out in an orange blazer and matching orange pants. The white button-up shirt under his blazer had the top few buttons undone, letting his tattoos peak out. He had his hair gelled back and left his headband at home. Lance wore something similar, a matching beige blazer and pants, a sheer black top and black boots, and finally a pearl necklace.

They packed into Hunk's car and sang loudly to Rihanna the whole way to Walmart. When they walked in, a few people stared and whispered to their friends or family, but a lot of them ignored the pair. They strutted through the store as if it were an extremely large runway. As they approached the other side of the store where the other entrance was, Lance pulled a cart out and hopped onto the bottom shelf. Hunk wrapped his arms around Lance and pushed the cart while he spread his arms like he was Rose on the Titanic.

Hunk had picked up speed once they were out of sight from the workers up front. There was a hard spill in the crafts section, lots of paper and pens went flying everywhere. They ran, abandoning the cart and mess whilst giggling to themselves. They dragged one another from aisle to aisle, grabbing any snacks and drinks they could hold.

In the snacks section, Lance eyed all the candy, "They don't have any Reese's?" He asked incredulously, "What's the point of coming to Walmart if they don't have what I want?"

Hunk grabbed a box of Gushers and tucked it between his arm and chest, "That's stupid. Walmart is useless."

"So true." Lance grabbed a box of Cheez-Its and tore it open, shoveling a few in his mouth, "We should file a complaint."

"I'm sure they'll just use the camera footage of you eating food without paying for it as a way to shut you up."

Lance shook his head and popped a couple more in his mouth, "People eat grapes while shopping all the time. They don't care."

Hunk shook his head while looking through the candy in the section, "They don't have any Skittles either."

Lance sniffed, "We should've taken our business to Target."

"We would've blended in with all them fancy shmancy people over there." Hunk pointed out, "Here? We slay."

"God, you always know the right thing to say." Lance handed the box of Cheez-Its over and wiped his hands together, "I'll go look for them somewhere else, they like to scatter shit everywhere I swear."

"Good luck, have fun, don't get napped." Hunk called out as Lance walked away.

"Why would you say that?" Lance walked out of the aisle and went up and down different aisles. On the chip aisle, there was candy right across from the bags, Valentine's themed for the date. A guy was standing in front of the Doritos and talking to himself. Aside from the odd behavior, he was rather cute.

…

Hot. He was hot, okay?

He was wearing all black aside from his shoes. He wore a large black hoodie, baggy black pants, and white shoes. His black hair was half up and half down, hiding his neck, but not his face. However, since he was looking down and away, Lance couldn't make out any features aside from his pale skin.

Lance walked past him and down to the end of the aisle. He slowly made his way back down, grabbing a bag of Reese's and Skittles on the way. The Valentine's candy gave him pause, all the different chocolates tempting him. He tilted his head and caught a glint of red in the back. He looked around to see if there was another easier to reach, and a glint of light caught his eye.

He turned around and the man did the same. He had dark blue eyes, Lance debated for a moment whether they were blue or brown, but the light happened to catch them just right and the blue was all the more obvious. He had a gnarly scar on his cheek, going from below his eye to just under his jaw. His cheeks were a pretty pink compared to the pale ivory of the rest of him.

Lance gave him an apologetic smile, "Oh, I'm sorry." He backed up further, the expression he was sending him conveyed the man's annoyance, "Are you recording?" He didn't know why he was still talking, but he had always been known to have a motormouth. It should've been expected.

What wasn't expected was the guy flushing deeply and stuttering horribly over his words. Lance tried to keep up and pick out what he was trying to say, but he was jumping around too much that all Lance could do was smile. Concern quickly settled into his gut, remembering that scary day when he was a kid and his Abuelo had had a stroke. His right side had frozen up and his words slurred together, sentences not making a lick of sense.

The guy paused in his rambling and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his face was as red as a cherry, "I was looking for the heart-shaped boxes." He finally got out, his words slow and precise, "With the chocolate."

Lance tilted his head at him and eyed his features, watching as both eyes blinked in sync and mouth twisted evenly, "Are you okay?" He had to make sure. Who knew if that would put a lawsuit on his ass. The world also needed more beautiful people. And goodness and whatnot.

There was faint laughter and it finally sunk in for Lance that the guy had been talking to someone on the phone, not himself. The guy nodded minutely, "Yeah, I'm fine. You're fine." Lance felt his heart stutter a bit, but the guy continued on, "We're fine." Lance swore he could see the will to live drain out of the guy, his eyes dulling, "I'm sorry." He muttered.

A laugh bubbled out of Lance and he tried to quell it, though judging from the expression on the guy's face, it was too late for that. He reached up into bags of chips and grabbed his phone, "Just- hold on." He tapped a few times on his screen until the tinny laughter abruptly ended.

Lance held a hand over his mouth trying to hide the wide smile he couldn't suppress. The guy sighed softly, "I was looking for those heart-shaped boxes of chocolate." He gestured half-heartedly to the candy beside them, "Uh, I couldn't find one."

Lance nodded and glanced back at the candy. He ducked and slid an arm into the gap between the rows of candy and pulled out the hidden red box. He held it out to the guy with a smile, "I think one of the workers may have been hiding it for themselves." He tried to joke, "I'd be careful on my way out. Don't let them catch you."

The guy laughed. It was a deep and scratchy sound. Lance liked it. A lot. He grabbed the box from Lance, "Uh, thank you." He looked down at the box and then back up at him. Lance smiled and the guy paused for a second, "Thank you." He repeated.

Lance chuckled slightly, "Of course." He said softly. The guy seemed to just be staring, with nothing left to say, so Lance backed out of the aisle with his treats to bring back to Hunk. He ran into him in the alcohol section, "Hunky-Dory!" Hunk turned to him and grinned at the snacks in his arm, "Hunk, baby! I met my soulmate!"

Hunk blinked at him and his expression melted into exasperation, "Oh? Who is it now?"

Lance scoffed, "Please, he's the only one for me." He leaned his head on Hunk's shoulder and closed his eyes, envisioning the guy a few aisles down, "There are no others. He's the love of my life. We're gonna get married and have sixteen babies."

Hunk hummed, "Did you get his number?"

Lance sighed heavily, "No." He reached over into the open Cheez-Its box and pulled out a couple, "I didn't even get his name." He shoved the snacks in his mouth, "We should get those frozen margaritas in those bags."

Hunk huffed, "Those take hours to freeze. It'll be easier if we just get a bottle of something."

Lance pushed himself off of Hunk and swayed in a circle, holding the candy to his chest, "You choose. I'm busy daydreaming."

"About mystery man?" Hunk grabbed something from the shelves, bottles clinking as he did so.

"Obviously." Lance sang. He squeezed the candy closer, "I bet he has a monster cock."

"And that's where I draw the line."

Lance scoffed, "Just because you draw the line, doesn't mean I'll respect it."

"Don't I know it?" Hunk groaned. He was quiet for a moment while Lance danced through the night, holding the mystery man close and kissing him under the moonlight. Hunk gasped suddenly, breaking the illusion, "Do you want to get his number?"

Lance looked over with interest, "Yes, but how do you propose I do that, my love?"

"Easy!" Hunk put the bottle of whatever back and smiled widely at him, "I throw myself in front of his car, he runs out to help me and you run in to help me. Boom! Married by tomorrow."

Lance hummed in thought, "What if he doesn't see you and runs you over?"

"What if he rides a bike?" Hunk countered.

"I'll cum in my pants." Lance responded. He was quiet for a moment, debating, and turned to the aisle across from the alcohol. He shifted the boxes around and dumped the candy behind them, "Let's do it." Hunk stepped forward and shoved the snacks behind the boxes with the candy. They moved the boxes back and ducked out of the aisle.

Lance pulled Hunk to a stop when they reached the front and looked through the few people milling around. His eyes drifted over the somewhat barren sea of people, pushing himself up on his toes to see as far as he could. A shock of black by the doors caught his eye and he leaned over, body pushing into Hunk's side.

"There!" He pointed to the doors where he had disappeared through. Hunk grinned and began to drag Lance along, but Lance pulled him back, "But! You're not throwing yourself on the road. You could hurt yourself."

Hunk shook his head and dragged Lance towards the doors, "If it's for your happiness, then it's worth it."

"Aw! Hunky…" Lance followed him along, "I love you so much."

Hunk smiled over his shoulder at him, "I love you too, buddy."

Once they were out the door, the brisk winter chill wrapped around them and Lance shivered slightly. He looked around the dark parking lot, hoping to see a glimpse of someone who looked similar to the mystery man. Lance walked down the side of the building and stared down the aisles of parking spaces. On one of the last ones, there was a shock of white and Lance paused in front of it.

Hunk squinted down the row, "You see him?"

Lance groaned, "I don't know. Walmart is fucking trash. Can't afford to keep their lights on." The loud engine of a motorcycle echoed across the lot and Lance felt his heart pick up speed, "Oh my God, I just came in my pants."

"Is it him?" Hunk tried to peer around the cars.

"He was wearing almost all black!" Lance exclaimed, "He had on white shoes though. I think I saw them. So," Lance dragged out the word, "Maybe?"

"Oh!" Hunk turned to Lance, "If it is him, then he's riding a bike! He'll see me and not run me over." He pulled Lance's hand and stepped off the curb, "Come on!"

Lance pulled him back, "Wait, I said I didn't want you hurting yourself."

Hunk huffed, "Then we'll just talk."

The bike pulled back, its headlights flashing down towards them. Lance squeaked, "Hide me!" He pulled Hunk's arm so his back was facing the biker and hid behind him.

"Why am I hiding you?" Hunk whispered.

"He knows what I'm wearing." Lance answered.

"And he's gonna remember what you're wearing?" Hunk whispered again.

"Is anyone else in that Walmart dressed like us?" Lance retorted.

Hunk looked over his shoulder to watch the bike speed off and out of the lot, "Well, he can't see you now."

Lance sighed heavily and laid his head on Hunk's shoulder, "I fucked that up, didn't I?"

Hunk wrapped his arms around Lance's frame, "What's that cheesy saying? About second chances or whatever?"

Lance thought for a moment. He pulled back and seemed to be in a trance. Years ago, back when he still lived in Cuba, he and his sisters had had a sleepover and Veronica had bestowed upon him an important and valuable piece of information.

Lance squeezed Hunk's arms, "Vero said that if someone likes you then they should be nervous around you from the start."

Hunk blinked, "Uh, not what I was asking about. But what does that mean?"

Lance tugged on Hunk's arms, "Oh, you should've seen it Hunk. He couldn't string together a sentence. He could barely utter a word." He giggled suddenly, "He was on the phone with someone, and they were laughing so hard at him. Or something else, I don't know. But, he was super embarrassed and hung up on them. He was so red, it was adorable!"

Hunk grinned, "So, he likes you."

"According to Vero." Lance shrugged, "Which means…we're gonna get married and have so many little babies."

"And your best man will be…?" Hunk dragged out the word.

Lance pursed his lips, "Pidge would look real dapper in a suit."

Hunk pulled his arms back and leveled a flat look at him, "We drove in my car, by the way. And I have the keys."

Lance looked Hunk up and down and bit his lip, "But you look so fine…maybe it's not the mystery boy I'll be marrying."

Hunk laughed loudly, "Nice save."