oh man, you’re AU writings make me so HAPPY. If I could request one, maybe klance + dancing? :) love your work my dude 💜
I’m sorry if took me a few days!! I hope you like it! It was quite the challenge tbh bc I usually don’t do dancing??? but behold, I managed somehow, i think, and added pining Keith in the process lmao.
I went with Ballet Klance!!!
Hope you like it!!!! AND THANK YOU!! <33
Klance + Dancing Au
Keith’s eyes follows every move.
He leans heavily on his hip against the big black box next to him, on the side of the stage, as he continues to watch the performer in front of him. Lights on and theater dead silent, Lance moves as if he was swimming and owning every second of it, making the complex ballet moves look like child’s play.
There’s no doubt that Lance McClain is one of the best dancers in the Academy; Keith knows this, and he remembers this as he sees the sharp jump the brunet does as the music booming from the higher speakers intensifies.
Lance lands, gracefully and naturally as always, and Keith sighs internally, with a spark of bitterness, as he recalls the rejection the brunet keeps getting from the higher ups every season during try-outs for their plays.
It’s unfair and such a shame because Lance’s dancing belongs on stage, in front of thousand of people and it deserves to be praise at.
Lance McClain deserves so much more than he gets and Keith knows this.
He knows this because it’s not the first time he has seen the brunet practicing alone in the middle of the stage late at night. It’s not the first time Keith sees the sweat dripping off him as he dances over and over again until his feet burn and his breath is heavy.
Lance never notices him, though. Not when Keith makes sure to make himself unknown in the dimmed lights behind the scenes, sometimes daring to peek over the curtains to see a clearer view of him. Other times, Keith steps out from the curtains and stays on the sideline, barely a breath away from stepping out on stage and being under the spotlight with the brunet.
He doesn’t steps in, however, because this is Lance’s time, his spotlight and his zone. Keith has no right to invade it.
But there are times, when Keith’s feet bounce on their spot and his hands twitch, both of them aching to join Lance in one of his dances and be part of the experience that it must be dancing with the brunet.
Keith wonders if dancing with Lance feels like a walk on the beach; peaceful, calm and comforting. It sure looks like it, and Keith’s heart wants more of it; it wants to be part of it.
A sudden shouted curse snaps him out of his thoughts and Keith’s eyes fall back on the brunet, now laying on the floor. Lance pants heavily on the wooden floor, eyebrows furrowed annoyed as he clenches his fist and slams it down angrily.
Keith winces with sympathy, understanding the frustration, but he relaxes his shoulders when Lance sighs after a few seconds and slowly sits up, rubbing his face tiredly before clapping, mumbling quiet cheers to himself under his breath, and standing up once again.
There’s the Lance he knows.
Lance starts the entire routine over. Slow, calm and collected as he gathers the missed rhythm. It’s a trip, to watch Lance dance, even more so during these quiet private practices, and Keith’s stomach turns because this could almost be too intimate, something private for only Lance to know but he can’t bring himself to pull away.
Lance continues to dance and Keith’s eyes never leaves him. His heart, on the other hand, aches a little as Lance’s moves turn rigid, a sad edge after every single one of them.
For all the gracefulness the brunet may have while dancing, Keith’s can’t help but notice that he also looks lonely.
It doesn’t fit Lance, not when the brunet’s usually so full of life and energy, always expressed in his voice, hands and feet.
Then there’s this moment, as Lance slows his dancing and his feet fall back to the ground, that Keith promises to not let the Lance’s dancing to be shadowed anymore.
He steps out of his hiding place and makes his way towards the brunet, ignoring the surprised look on Lance’s face before taking his hand and pulling him close.
“Dance with me?” he asks quietly against Lance’s ear and his heart beats wildly inside him when he feels the brunet shiver against him.
Lance doesn’t answer out loud but he nods, a soft sigh leaving his lips before he steps away and arches an eyebrow at Keith, silently asking what Keith has already decided.
Keith taps his chin, counting the beat of the music playing around them before he snaps them and then they are dancing, moving almost as if they have practiced the entire time together and they fall into the dance, naturally without hesitation.
It’s not until a laugh escapes Lance’s lips that Keith’s chest feels lighter and their dancing turns into something more playful and flirty, moves relaxed and happy as they fall into the other over and over again.
Maybe they could the spotlight.
