The Best Klance Fanfictions

Shut Up and Dance with Me

"Oh! Oh! What about-"

Pidge slaps Hunk's hand away. "Don't touch the screen."

Hunk's shoulders hunch as he rubs his hand. "Hey, I need that hand if you wanna dance with me!"

Pidge rolls their eyes again, clicking another song on the list. "Shiro doesn't."

"Okay, touché... Still, I'd rather keep both my hands."

"Then don't touch my screen. "

"Now dancing without a leg, that would be difficult." Lance says.

Pidge ignores him. "What about this one?"

"Didn't you guys do that one two years ago?" Lance asks.

They exchange a look.

"Did we?"

"I don't really remember?"

Lance snorts. "You did. You didn't win anything, but you definitely did. Hunk spun so fast he nearly hurled on stage."

"Alright, so not that one."

"What about a mix of these two? They kinda have a nice vibe and we could like, use both of our styles, I think."

"Uuuuugh, not this song." Lance whines, reaching forward to click on the next button. Pidge promptly slaps his hand, and he yanks it back against his chest. Sitting up straight, he cradles it against his chest, glaring down at Pidge. "Jesus, are you sure those are hands? Aren't hands supposed to be, I don't know, soft or something?"

Pidge looks up at him, giving him that exasperated look he knows so well. "Lance, not everyone uses as much moisturizer and lotion as you do."

"Yeah, but your hands are like, hard and sharp."

"I know, right?" Hunk meets his eyes over Pidge's head, holding up his own hand and making a jabbing motion. "And how are they that fast?"

Lance leans away from Pidge, eyes narrowing. "Are you some kind of robot?"

"If it'll keep you from touching my stuff, believe what you want." They gesture back to their computer. "So why not this song?"

"Uh, maybe because I got dumped on Valentines Day?"

"And what does that have to do with this song?"

"It was playing on the radio in the coffee shop!"

Pidge breathes deeply, crossing one arm over their chest and using the other hand to pinch the bridge of their nose. "You seriously don't want us to use this song, which is, might I add, a good song-"

"That works very good with our styles."

"-Thank you, Hunk. Because a girl dumped you while it was playing?"

"Yes! It was Valentine's Day, Pidge! Who does that?!"

"How long had you been dating?"

"Well, that was, um, our first date, but still- PIdge, stop laughing! This isn't funny!"

Pidge uses their hand to stifle their laugh, but they can't quite hide their smile. "Lance, if we vetoed every song that was playing when you had a bad date experience, we'd be limited to old jazz and nursery rhymes."

"Wow, okay, first of all: rude?" He holds up one finger, then adds a second. "Second of all, there was this one time-"

"Oh my god." Pidge rolls their eyes so dramatically that they tilt over and fall against Hunk. They slap their hands over their face before leaning their head back, gazing up at Hunk through their fingers. "Hunk, our child is pathetic. Where did we go wrong?"