A not so short #klance drabble: Boys in Skirts.

Today, as any other usual weekday, Lance stood right outside the school's entrance, looking out at the parking lot while leaning against the building's brick wall.

As always, he was taking to Hunk and Pidge, complaining about how

he had to almost pull an all-nighter yesterday because he hadn't finished his math project and it was due today.

"Yeah, I know Lance, you literally spammed me with questions the whole night," said Pidge, trying to appear angry but she couldn't help but laugh at Lance's

predicament.

"You already sleep at 3 AM every night anyway!" Lance argued, "Plus, you said you liked my research~"

"It was interesting, for sure," Pidge said as she re-adjusted her glasses on her nose, "though it would've been faster if I did it all myself."

Lance rolled his eyes.

They'd already had this discussion before, and although Lance knew that deep down Pidge really thought it would've been easier if she just did the whole project for him than help him understand how to do it, Lance also knew /she/ knew just how much he

genuinely wanted to do it himself. And how much it had costed him to admit he needed help.

So this was more her joking about him being stubborn enough to not let someone do his homework for him — something any other "normal" teenager would feel blessed for —

and then complain about having to sleep at 4 AM for it.

"Well, I think your project is pretty neat," Hunk said after looking up from the papers Lance had handed to him since they arrived.

"Thank you Hunk," Lance said as he puffed his chest, "and I did it all /myself/."

Even if Pidge had helped him throughout it, she had just cleared his doubts.

Lance had done this all on his own. And he felt damn fucking proud... even if he had to lose his beauty sleep for it.

Lance was about to speak again when he heard a familiar rumble of a motor approach.

Keith.

Of course.

The school-bell rang, as if on cue.

And Keith was /right on time/. As always.

Pidge and Hunk didn't even need to look behind them to know who it was.

And it wasn't because of the tremendous noise of the bike either. They knew it was Keith because of the way Lance's eyes blinked the last bit of his tiredness away, and how he

held his breath as his cheeks tinted darkly in expectancy.

Lance was head over heels for Keith, but the dark-haired idiot was too dense to notice how Lance started to act so differently when he was around. He probably truly believed Lance hated him.

The brunet idiot was also an idiot for that, but Pidge and Hunk had decided to just let Lance have his bisexual panics by himself and hopefully get over his crush or /fucking ask him out/.

However today, something not so usual happened.

Today, when Keith got off his bike, Lance all but gasped, utterly SHOCKED. Eyes wide and mouth gaping.

Keith was wearing a /skirt/.

Not just any skirt.

It was the /brightest red skirt/ that could exist in the history of existence — in Lance's opinion.

He was wearing his usual black tee and leather jacket, fingerless gloves and bulky combat boots.

But today, his bright red helmet matched another piece of clothing. And what other item could it be but a /skirt/. A fucking s k i r t.

After looking behind them to see what Lance had been so shocked by, Pidge and Hunk exchanged glances at each other, then at Lance.

They sighed, — Pidge groaned, actually — shrugged and decided to get into the building, leaving a dumbfounded Lance to stare at Keith by himself.

"Get your head out of his ass, dude," Pidge said before walking away, hoping that Lance would snap back to reality and follow them into the building. But of course, it didn't work.

The truth is, Keith looked absolutely gorgeous in that skirt. And the fact that /he/ of all people

was wearing it, meant /everything/ to Lance.

It was common knowledge that Keith was that one guy who didn't give a single flying fuck about anything — which was exactly one of the reasons why Lance had fallen in the first place — so if you looked at it in that way,

wearing a skirt shouldn’t be shocking. Because Keith just didn't care.

But also, the fact that it was /Keith/, the hot-headed dude that could would punch anyone without hesitation and shot daggers with each glance — even by his short and skinny physique —

Keith, the guy who was much more masculine than half the men in school— was wearing a skirt. And he still looked so masculine!!

It really did mean /everything/ to Lance.

Because he had wanted to do that for /years/.

But he hadn't.

Because he was aftaid.

He was afraid of being mocked, of being called less of a man, of being glanced at with much more, and more genuine hatred. Lance was already considered a bit of a feminine guy, and being caught on a skirt would be the death of him.

But now there was Keith.

And even if people were actually staring and whispering, Keith didn't even spare them a glance.

And he looked as confident as ever.

And he was walking towards Lance, brows furrowed and looking angry—

WAIT HE WAS WALKING TOWARDS—

"The fuck you're staring at, McClain?" Keith barked, stepping very much into Lance's space.

Lance blinked, cheeks even redder than they already were.

He wanted to swallow his surprise and admiration down. He wanted to say, "looks like someone lost a bet" or

"did you lose your pants along with your sense of humor?" or "finally discovered a color that isn't black, huh?" or "a skirt perfectly matches your long hair".

But he couldn't.

Because in reality, he didn't want to.

Because those were /exactly/ the sort of things

he feared he would hear if he wore a skirt. And he would /never/ bring someone down for wearing whatever the fuck they wanted to wear.

So he was honest.

And he was honest mostly because the words came out of his mouth before he actually thought about them.

"You look so hot in a skirt."

Keith blinked, eyes as wide as Lance had ever seen them. He tried to look for mockery or dishonesty in Lance's eyes, but there wasn't any. Instantly, his cheeks were so red they could almost compete with the skirt's brightest.

"Uh-"

"—I'm surprised," Lance continued before Keith had a chance to say whatever he was going to say "—of you wearing a skirt, I mean. I'm not surprised you look h- UHM, I MEAN- NEVER MIND."

Lance nearly bolted. But Keith managed to ask him before he could.

"Why?"

Lance's face got even hotter. Nope, he was not answering /that/ question. Not here, not now. Not when Keith was looking at him so intensely while quite almost literally pinning him against the wall.

"I meat, why are you surprised I'm wearing a skirt?"

"/Oh/" Lance breathed out, then looked at his feet as he continued, "well, I dunno. I mean, it figures you don't give a fuck about what people think about it, so that's really admirable. But, more than anything...

I think it's very brave."

He breathed in and continued, not knowing why he suddenly wanted to spill the whole truth, “I've always wanted to— to wear a skirt," he admitted quickly before he backed down, "but i've never been brave enough to."

He met Keith's eyes, and he almost melted.

Keith was looking at him with a gentleness he had never seen in his eyes before. But still, he had his brows knitted close together. Looking like a confused puppy, actually.

"I don't think it's about bravery," Keith said, deep in thought and with much honesty, "I think it's just about confidence."

Lance just stared.

"If you want to do something because you like it, then you should just do it." Keith explained, a small smile forming on his lips,

"Don't let people keep you from doing what you want. Now /that/ would make you stupid."

Lance chuckled, and Keith smiled a little more brightly. In an instant, Keith had started to walk away.

But not before he turned around one last time, looking at Lance dead in the eye.

"And thanks, by the way," Keith smirked.

Lance furrowed his brows, "What?"

"For telling me I look hot," Keith said with a mischievous grin and a laugh Lance had never heard before. Then, he walked away, never once turning to look back.

Lance doesn't remember a time where he felt like his face was going to burst in flames as much as right now.

THERE YOU GO. OKAY THIS WAS WAAAAAY LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE GOD DAMN. but i hope you enjoyed it tho