Summary: Lance hits it off with an alien during a party and Keith swears he isn't jealous...
[ "I can so-. Hold on a second, are you, jealous?" Lance asked. Keith froze. If one bad thing had come out of his growing relationship with Lance, it was how Lance could now read him like an open book. Lance's smile widened into that teasing grin and Keith knew he was in trouble. "You are!"
"What? Are you insane? Of her? Why would I be-? I am not, jealous. Lance. Are you-. Do you, hear yourself right now?" Keith stammered crossing his
arms over his chest, trying to suppress the growing warmth creeping its way up his neck.
"You are! You're jealous." Lance laughed shaking his head slightly, "It's because you know she's my type, huh?"
"Oh, and what's that? Out of your league?" Keith snapped, wiping the smile right off of Lance's face. ]