"What if they don't like me?" Lance asked worriedly, fidgeting with the hem of his sweater.

"Well, I like you and they like me, so I'm sure they'll like you too. Plus, it's only Mom and Dad- I don't have a big family like you do."

"That's the thing! I'm used to a big family. I feel like I'll be all awkward with only two people."

Keith laughed, "What about Kosmo? He's gonna be there too!"

Lance joined in the laughter, recalling the pictures that Keith had shown Lance of Kosmo, the Kogane's adorable dog. 

"Yeah," Lance sighed, "I guess so."

The two were sitting in Keith's old, red Jeep, zooming down the pretty much empty highway down to Keith's parent's house. The two had finally reached winter break at college and decided to spend the holidays with Keith's parents down in Texas. 

The previous year, they'd visited Lance's family in Cuba, which had been amazing and crowded and full of traditional foods and Lance's shouting cousins, nieces, and nephews. Lance loved his family, but he'd agreed with Keith that sometimes, a house full of twenty or so relatives could get crazy.

So, this year, they'd opted for Keith's family. Lance had met Keith's mom, Krolia, once before, when she'd come up to visit on Keith's birthday last year, but he had yet to meet Keith's dad. From what he'd heard, Kit was a strong, kind man, though serious, and was loyal and stern from his years of working as a firefighter. 

In short, Lance was terrified to be meeting Keith's dad. 

"You shouldn't worry so much," Keith chided his boyfriend lightly, putting his hand on Lance's knee. "It's not like they're going to kill you."

Lance groaned. "I'm not worried about them killing me, babe. I'm just worried that I won't make a good impression. I don't just want to meet  them, I want them to like me and to, like, approve of me."

Keith smiled. "Why?" he asked playfully.

Lance brought the back of Keith's hand to his lips, kissing it softly before saying, "So I can get their blessing."

For a second, Keith processed the words, and then Lance watched in amusement as his boyfriend's eyebrows shot upwards and his eyes went wide, jaw dropping. "Lance!" he shouted, alarmed, "You can't joke about that!" 

Lance snickered, leaning over the console to kiss Keith's cheek before cranking up the radio. 

They enjoyed the rest of the ride together with playful small talk and little anecdotes, Keith's excitement growing with every mile past that brought him closer to home.

When they finally pulled up the long driveway, Keith's parent's farmhouse greeting them with its sunny yellow paint and white shudders, Keith felt his heart swelling with the homesickness he'd felt nestled in chest for so long. Jumping out of the car, he practically dragged Lance to the front door.

He didn't even have to knock- the door was flung open by a woman who looked to be in her late fifties, her black hair (fluffy and identical to Keith's) pulled back in a low ponytail, with open arms. Keith jumped forward, hugging his mom tightly. 

Behind them, Kit stood, waiting eagerly for his son's hug, too, but he paused to look behind his wife and son to the tall, lanky boy who was looking on nervously, holding a bouquet of flowers and wearing a nervous grin. 

"That must be Lance," Kit thought to himself, then grinned. "I like him already." 

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bahaha it's late so i didn't want to bother mercy so this may not be completely free of errors, but i hope you liked it anyways!