#anyway this is the most romantic passage I've ever read what the hell

[youandthemountains]

Okay I have to focus on this part of @electronickingdomfox 's post for a minute because there is just too much great stuff happening in this post.

"Personal Log, Dr. Leonard McCoy, Stardate 44396.0: I hadn't known him for five minutes before he started telling me how damn superior Vulcans were to Humans.

Naturally I took that as a challenge. Seemed I spent the rest of my life trying to provoke him. See how many reactions I could get out of him to remind him of how close his despised humanity lay to the surface.

I would've been satisfied just to see him smile. I never dreamed all the ways that I would see him over the years [...]

In all those different ways, at all those times, I never realized that what was important to me was just seeing him at all."

[bipilots]

FRENDO! I have been thinking and I confused myself. I've been seeing a lot of Klance birthday theories but When did Keith officially become a orphan? Because if it was when he was really young don't you think he wouldn't know when his birthday is? Like what if he never had one because he didn't know when it was? Imagine Lance asking when his birthday is and Keith saying "um...I...I don't know"

my dear friend!!! I didn’t read a lot of theories, tbh, but I scoured the net and the official voltron site says Keith became an orphan “at a young age before enlisting in the Galaxy Garrison”. Do they mean he enlisted right after or…? For how long has he lived alone in that shack? Or did someone find him and drag him to the Garrison a la Anakin Skywalker? Oooh, I like this one (even though it’s unlikely, but let me dream).Imagine a random officer finding by chance a kid, Commander, in a shack in the middle of the desert, all alone!, and subsequently dragging him back to the only civilized place in the entire goddamned desert: luxury school for marvelous minds, the one and only Galaxy Garrison. Imagine the kid being confusedly adopted by the whole team, professors and students alike, coddled and looked after by everyone because the poor thing has big, serious eyes and he never talks much, but he’s bright and asks just the right questions, paddling in between their feet in the simulation room, peeking at screens and stats, unrelentlessly curious about what’s this and that and how does this work? Imagine everyone humoring him, why not, it’s harmless fun, and it’s cute, but then - years later, the kid grows into a stubborn young man, who refuses to hear reasons about required classes and official bullshit. “I learned everything I need to, let me pilot the thing already,” he states plainly, for the hundredth time, until someone finally says what the hell, let him do it - and he’s good, a natural pilot, graceful and in control even without training. So Commander Iverson lets him enroll officially, he has no reason not to, and the kid starts to train for real, climbing the ranks like it’s nothing - and everyone knows him, it’s Keith, he practically always lived here.

Fast forward to drama, pain, and finding himself with the universe’s destiny on the shoulders, piloting a giant robot lion, Keith has never really thought about his birthday. He simply never had the time or will to, because what’s a date to all the numbers he’s had to drill into his head to become what he is right know?

But Lance keeps an approximate calendar, and they had a weird mix of pagan festivities, and birthdays are a thing too, apparently. They had cute parties for everyone of them already, except for Lance and Keith himself, with presents and decorations and big cakes with alien ingredients that were actually not bad at all. It was nice, and of course Keith knows what birthdays are supposed to be, but it’s- not in his priority list to have one, that’s all.

The buzzing excitement of the Castle lets them all know that Lance’s approximate birthday is approaching, and Keith is already racking his brain over possible gifts, despite Lance asking for ridiculous things like peace in the universe and freedom for penguins and Keith kind of really cares about giving him a real present that he may enjoy, beats him why (might be because he has a itsy bitsy little crush, shut up).

It’s really close, in a matter of days, and Keith still has nothing, which leads to panicked thoughts about a romantic trip with Red to a particular moon in the nearest system with a geography really similar to that of the Earth, but that would involve a lot of planning and a readiness to deal with his feelings that he does not possess. Not yet. Even thinking about it is almost too much, the description that fits most is romantic, for crying out loud.

So he does what he knows best: he broods. But “Samurai,” Lance whistles, draping himself all over the couch, just shy of actually being draped all over him “I thought I might ask you directly what I’ve been wondering for some time now,” Keith panics, tries to keep his blood vessels in check because he refuses to blush at the stupid nickname, “When’s your birthday?”

Ah. 

“It’s not like I actually, um,” Lance does a weird thing with his eyebrows “I mean, we already had parties for everyone, and mine is tomorrow, the only one missing would be” he licks his lips “yours?”

Keith pinches his nose. Saying the truth is the better option, after all. “I don’t know,” he states.

“Dude, if you don’t want to say it, just-”

“No, I actually don’t know,” he stares Lance down, a little bothered about his lack of birthday for the first time in a long time “I don’t really remember.”

Lance pauses, furrows his eyebrows. Keith can see the exact moment in which the rumors come to his mind, the same ones he could hear whispered at his passage in the corridors, and understanding dawn on his face, like a shadow. “Oh,” he says, takes a breath, and right when Keith is about to dismiss his forming apology, the same one he’s always received when someone accidentally mentioned him being an orphan, Lance grins. “So, wanna play cards?”

Keith can’t help but smile back.

The fact that he’s empty handed as everyone enters the decorated hall doesn’t go unnoticed. They give him weird looks while they put their presents on the table, gazes like ping pong balls between him and Lance, probably wondering if they’re gonna fight because Keith couldn’t even get a decent gift for the guy he (so obviously) likes. 

It’s getting quickly uncomfortable, and Keith is already thinking about skipping the cake (Hunk will leave him a slice, anyway) to go train a bit when unexpectedly, Lance’s walking in his direction, tutting “Keith, a word?”

Suddenly they’re apart from the others, still watching them like hawks, and Lance is whispering in his ear “So.”

He only narrowly avoids parroting it back because Lance doesn’t give him time to “I noticed you don’t have a gift for me.”

Holy shit. Great job, Keith. “I don’t really mind,” Lance murmurs, a careless smile in his voice.

“What,” Keith draws back to meet his eyes, finding him actually sincere and suspiciously amused.

“Since it’s my day, I have to be particularly magnanimous, you know,” he pompously announces, but he doesn’t laugh. “I want to offer a gift to you, instead.”

Keith balks. A gift?

“I’ll share my birthday with you,” Lance taps his fingers on his lower lip, stretched into a sunny grin “But you have to give something back.”

He just nods automatically, because he’s too shaken to reply. Lance wants to share his birthday with him. His birthday.

“Your gift to me is saying yes,” he reveals, and this time he laughs, because Keith’s expression must look really silly, he’s blushing and his eyes are big and round and he probably has a stupid smile on his face too.

Lance takes his hand. “I’ve already told everyone, sorry about that,” he glances up at the others, waves with his free hand before boasting “The biggest cake ever!” and dragging him back to the table, where everyone smiles at him and wishes him Happy Birthday, Keith. 

While he watches his friends stuff their faces with cake, Lance laughing loudly with his mouth full, Keith makes a solemn vow.Next birthday, he promises himself, he’ll go with the romantic trip.