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How about JC wooing Lance?

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Lance was lying face-down on the bed that night, enjoying his (very good) chocolate, when there was a knock on the door. He considered ignoring it, and hoping it would go away, but Diane had raised him better than that, and his hand was on the doorknob before he fully realized he’d even sat up.

“What do you…” Lance trailed off when he realized no one was there. He stuck his head out and looked around the empty hallway, frowning. Then he shrugged inwardly, and was about to close the door, when he saw the huge jar at his feet. Lance picked it up quickly, and went back inside, turning the jar over in his hands.

It was crammed full of stars, and the note pasted to the bottom of the jar read, “for every moment I’ve seen you shine.”

Lance’s mouth curved, softly, and he ran a finger down the side of the bottle, before putting it down on his bedside table and lying back down. He curled on his side, pillowing his head on his arm, shifting so he could look at the latest addition to his growing pile of gifts.

Lance was pretty sure, as he walked into the lobby the next morning, that he’d figured out who it was sending him the bath, the flowers, the chocolates, the stars. He’d almost thought Justin, at first, because it was so overwhelmingly romantic, but the thought had scared him too much. Which left only one other option, and it sure as hell wasn’t Chris. Lance smiled to himself, so deep in thought that when a bellboy gently touched his arm, he jumped. “Mr. Bass? I was instructed to escort you to the ballroom.”

“Ballroom?” Lance said, blinking in confusion.

“Yes, sir. It’s right this way.”

Normally, Lance would have politely excused himself, and then tried to find Lonnie or Dre, but all he did was nod, dumbly, and follow the boy into the room, unsure of what he was expecting. The room was empty, though, and Lance glanced around uncertainly, before he was pointed in the direction of a cluster of colorful balloons, each with a letter painted on top, strategically tied down so they spelled ‘are you free Thursday night’.

The bellboy was grinning at the look on Lance’s face, and Lance could feel himself smiling, too. He tipped the bellboy generously, before carefully snagging the balloons he wanted, and walking back out into the lobby.

He could see the odd expressions on the faces of the people around him, and the even stranger one on JC’s as he sauntered over to meet him and thrust the balloons into his hand without a word. He almost laughed at JC’s confusion, and then he did laugh when JC realized that he was holding Lance’s answer in his hands.

‘Yes.’