Keith woke up from someone shaking him. ''Keithy!'' A small voice whisper shouted and someone shook him again. Keith let out a grunt and squinted his eyes open. It was Mateo. ''Mateo? What do you want?'' Keith grumbled and rubbed his eyes. ''You! I want to play hide and seek with you!'' Mateo chirped. Bouncing up and down, smiling brightly. He glanced at the clock, it was only six in the morning. What's with these kids these days?

''Why so early?" Keith grunted again.

"Because I'm awake and mamá wants Lance to clean. It's christmas evening today!" Mateo said and grinned a cheesy wide teethed grin.

Keith felt lance steer behind him, as the latino's arms tightened around Keith's waist. Pulling Keith's back closer into the appreciated warmth of Lance's chest. Somehow Lance ended up at the wall side and Keith ended up being the small spoon.

''Not now. Okay? Go ask Rosita. Shoo Mateo, please.'' Keith said, trying not to sound harsh. Mateo pouted and ran out the room..

''You so wanted to call him 'brat', didn't you?'' Lance's voice murmured and a snort came out.

Keith parted his lips, ready to make a snarky remark about Lance acting childish again. But Keith's small lips closed into a line, and he smiled instead, starting to turn around in Lances hold.

Lance looked stunned. "Yeah, I kinda did," Keith mumbled softly. He looked up at those blue mesmerizing eyes.

He wanted to lean in. Push his lips against Lance's. Feel Lance's skin on his. Sharing their warmth, hands softly exploring skin patches, fingers barely grazing over each others body, breaths mangling together, explore each others limits, pulling their bodies closer, Keith's chest pressed against Lance's, feeling Lance's heartbeat, hearing Lance's soft grunts of approval, hearing his heartbeat, seeing that shit eating grin on Lance's flushed face that gave him away, staring endlessly into those blue puddles that reassembled the ocean and night sky.

He saw the desprate look in Lance's eyes too. He leaned closer. Almost, to where their noses would have touched.

Closer.

Lance abruptly sat up.

"We should get up. Mamá's freaking out already," Lance said. Keith nodded. They both heard the shouts from downstairs, belonging to no other than mamá Sanchez.

Keith sat up too. Lance crawled over Keiths legs, off of the bed. Making his way out of the room. Lance stopped in his tracks, standing in the doorway, he turned around to face Keith in one swing.

Keith tensed when lance walked back over to him, it all happened too fast.

Lance's weight shifting the mattress as he leant on it, his warm breath hitting Keith's cheek, warm thin lips were pressed against it, then pulling away hesitantly, the weight shifting off of the bed, and Lance walking away without saying a word. Keith's face went up in flames.

No spoken vocals were shared between the boys after, there was no need. They just got dressed. Ate breakfast. Nor' did they share a glance when Rosa explained everyone's chores around the house for the big, yet late, preparation.

A chaotic aura lingered everywhere around the McClain-Sanchez household.

Lucy and Sofia cleaned inside the house. Rosa and Louis were cooking. Tulio, Lance, and Michaela were fixing up the garden. Along with putting up the tables and chaires along with a big white tent. Lance had a huge family. Miguel was putting up the table inside the living room. Keith helping with moving the sofa and carrying the table inside.

There were going to be a lot of people.

Rosa has one older sister and one younger brother. Louis has one older sister, she was the eldest, and then two older brothers who were younger then his sister.

Count their spouses and children, and family members of their spouses, their children and the grandparents... It's not even half of them. Most of them couldnt make it.

Keith still couldn't believe it. So many people.

Luckily it would only be the original household for new years eve.

But now its like a whole town would join.

Keith had called Shiro and his parents. Finishing his tasks, as he explained everything to Shiro. His feelings and the way Lance acts, to the way Mateo is annoying him and how this experience is for Keith.

Shiro simply said, ''You've fallen in love, and there's no way out of it.'' Before hanging up the phone.

This was going to be a long evening.

"Ah! Tía Christi!'' Lance shouted over the mass of people that had already filled the house. All looking similar in some ways.

Lance sprinted past Keith, who leant against the living room doorway, and hugged a woman around the age of forty or so. She looked similar to Louis. ''Tío Feli! Tío Lovi!'' Lance chirped and hugged two younger looking males who looked, very, similar to each other. ''Ah, Christína, Féliciano, Loviño!'' Louis smiled brightly walking towards the three. ''Ah, Louis, you look so old!'' The tallest man, Loviño, laughed and hugged him. The other two joining in. ''We missed 'ya.'' Féliciano grinned and ruffled Louis' hair. It's then that Keith realises Loviño and Féliciano were Twins.

Rosa came and greeted them. The group of 10 kids, along with Mateo chasing them, ran in. Past the adults, playing whatever they were playing. Rosita once again, nowhere to be seen.

Keith had smiled slightly. And made his way over to the kitchen, where nobody was at the moment.

'Finally some rest.' Keith thought leaning on the counter.

He took deep breaths. This was the biggest family reunion he has ever attended. He felt like an intruder. He didn't belong here, what the hell was he doing?

Anger started overtaking Keith.

He hated it. He hated how all these people bonded, while he didn't even have relatives by blood.

Keith shook his head, he didn't need another breakdown about the loss of his parents.

He thought about the way Lance had hugged an old lady a few days ago, when he had showed Keith around the village. Her name was Mrs. Gonzalez, she's a wonderful lady.

Keith smiled, remembering how Lance apologised to her for always breaking her flowerpots while playing soccer with his siblings when they were younger.

Or when he saw Lance surfing again, together with Tulio, Michaela and Miguel. They were floating, almost flying over the waves. Like they felt a connection.

Keith wouldn't even think about setting a foot into the Ocean, will technically he did, but no deeper than that.
Or when he thinks about all the silly names the animals got. The dog, Dorito, or the two chickens Yin and Yang.

Keith frowned, remembering how Lance smiled at seeing his old childhood friends again.

Or when he hugged them.

That beautiful smile that was fixated on the Latinos face.

Keith felt his stomach drop, his heart ached.

Jealousy.

It's only been 7 days.

''You don't feel comfortable, do you?'' Miguel's voice sounded out as he leant against the doorframe. Keith jumped slightly, his train of thoughts being cut off by his presence. Keith sighed, ''Yeah, a bother.'' He tightened his grip on the counter.

''What if you really were Lance's boyfriend?'' He asked.

Keith thought for a moment, before hesitantly replying, ''I'd be better, i think. It doesn't matter. Once new year is over in a few days this'll all be over. All done.'' Keith said, more trying to convince himself then anyone else.

''Oh really now? You guys are helplessly in love. Are you so freaking blind, or what?'' Michaela spat, her tone lowering. ''You're both hurting, and we don't like to see our little brother broken and hurt,'' Michaela said softer.

''I don't want a relationship with Lance, okay!'' Keith said through gritted teeth, trying to calm down his racing thoughts. Why was he so mad suddenly? He knew he was short tempered, but still.

The question came into his mind as fast as it went.

'What if.'

''We're not forcing you, but,'' Michaela said and sighed frustrated, ''We just want you to know that Lance feels the same.''

''How would you guys know!?'' Keith snapped.

''Older brother instinct.'' Miguel answered, ''You're only older by an hour, idiot,'' Michaela pushed him, making him laugh. This reminded Keith of Lance and him. He smiled, but it dropped.

''we saw that zing too,'' Michaela accused.

''We didn't have one!'' Keith shouted in a dimmed tone. His anger taking the best of him.

''I hate him!'' Keith muttered.

''We're sorry, we shouldn't have interrupted. This is indeed, none of our business, but,'' Michaela said, stepping back.

''You do not talk about our little brother like this,'' Miguel spat and pulled Michaela along with him out of the kitchen.

Keith looked up to see tear stained blue eyes, mesmerising orbs that only belonged to one person.

The aura fell into the abyss.

Keith was definitely not welcome anymore if he wasn't already.

''Oh really?'' A deeper vocal that didn't belong to Lance voiced out. All emotion drained from it. It was blunt and heavy. But it was in fact, Lance's.

''At least i don't have a stupid mullet.'' Lance stated, a pathetic attempt of a smile placed on his face.

Not even a second later he stormed out of the kitchen. Slamming the front door close. Keith looked the window and saw Lance storming down the hill. Keith walked towards the hallway, where Rosa stood, in shock. But she recovered, looking like she was ready to kill Keith.

''One simple question, Do you love him?'' Is what she asked harshly.

Out of everything.

Keith replied automatically;

''Yes.''

''Then go!'' Rosa said firmly.

Keith's eyes widened as he ran outside.

Keith ran down the hill, down the sidewalk. One car passing him bye on the stealth road.

His mind filled with thoughts, replaying the scene, replaying the words he had said.

His harsh words.

He didn't know how long, but a long time had passed. The sun was setting and above all, Keith was lost. On a beach, in the dunes.

''Lance! Please!'' Keith shouted quietly, his voice rasped and broken. He had been shouting and screaming for a while. Like the sand would bring his apologies and cries to wherever Lance was.

''Lance...'' keith murmured. His legs started giving up on him. Keith was worn out, and he just wanted to sleep.

He tripped over something and fell down a hill.

''Quiznak!'' He cursed as he landed on the ground, spitting out some sand. He wiped off his clothes and looked up. His eyes widened.. But the beauty of nature was not what caught him off guard. It was the dark skinned boy on the rock. A huge rock, facing the ocean. It was Lance.

Keith climbed up on the rock, silently.

Lance had his head buried into his knees, his arms wrapped around them. Keith quietly sneaked up to him.

''One, two,'' Keith whispered to himself and Lance flinched starting to look up, ''THREE!'' Keith shouted and jumped onto Lance. Lance let out a 'manly' squeal. ''Dude! Qué demonios! What's your problem!'' Lance shouted. ''Shut up! I've been searching for you for hours! It's a wonder I even found you!'' Keith screamed back. Lance didn't reply and shoved Keith off of him. Keith scrambled up and took Lance's wrist. ''Déjame ir.'' Lance said in Spanish. Keith didn't understand. ''Let go of me!'' Lance 'repeated' loudly. And snatched his wrist back. Keith stood up and grabbed Lance's shirt. ''No.'' Keith said, narrowing his eyes.

''What's your problem Lance?'' Keith asked harshly.

''Excuse you?'' Lance said and turned around. Pushing Keith's back into the rock.

''What is my problem?'' Lance laughed a sarcastic laugh. Crossing his arms.

There was silence for a moment, violet meeting blue, that's when Lance broke.

''¡¿Cuál es mi problema!? Mi problema es que eres una pequeña puta. Quiero decir, tú piensas que soy el chico malo, ¿Verdad? ¿Que no soy amable? ¿Que soy un idiota? ¡Maldito hijo de puta! ¡Te odio! ¡Te odio con toda mi alma! Sé que no, pero lo hago. ¡No puedo evitarlo! ¡¿Y entonces vas diciendo que nunca saldrías conmigo!? Pensé que teníamos algo, Keith. Ugh, eres tan despreciable. ¡Idiota! ¿Por qué no me hablas? Me gustas. ¿Vale? ¡Estoy jodidamente enamorado de ti! Pero claro; ¡Dios me odia! ¡Claro que tú me odias! ¿Por qué he llegado a pensar que estos pordía funcionar? ¡Soy tan estúpido! ¡Tú eres estupído! ¡Que te den!'' **

While rambling in Spanish, Lance made gestures with his hands, tears were falling freely from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks.

Keith understood a few words, but he was too shocked to say something.  Lance was fully sobbing gasping for air in the end. All Keith knew for sure, was that Lance wasn't mad, but hurt. Hurt, sad, and pained, all because of Keith.

Keith wasn't the problem. He was the reason.

''What?'' Was all Keith could manage to say. His voice ended in a crack, giving up on him.

''W-Why d-do you despise m-me so much!?'' Lance screamed, his face was the explanation of the word 'chaos'. So many emotions. Yet he didn't show any at the same time.

''I... I... L-Lance...'' But it was hard for both if the boys to form words.

So they let their eyes do the talking.

Keith kneeled down in front of Lance, who had fallen to his knees earlier, and carefully examined him. Keith allowed his own tears to fall freely, but Lance's were dried already.

Keith reached out his hand slowly, but the latino flinched back, his eyes dull and red from crying. Mentally, Lance was done, emotionally dead.

''Lance p-please...'' Keith stumbled to use his voice, but he was absolutely sure that his eyes pleaded.

Lance broke their contact and looked down the beach sand surrounding them.

''I'm... I am... s-sorry... I didn't m-mean... any of it...'' Keith managed to get out, taking slow breaths between words to calm his nerves. ''I could never hate you. You mean so much to me,''

Lance ignored the pulling stare that the pale skinned boy gave him.

There was silence. The wind rustling some sand and the ocean in the background. As some sea-eagles passed by above them.

Keith took a shaky breath, his tears finally stopped.

''I cannot lose you too, Lance McClain Sanchez.'' Keith whispered in the most broken, terrified, heartbreaking, almost pleading tone that Lance had ever heard. It was like the taller boys chest got stabbed by the sentence. The emotions it held. The way Keith had said it. The way his octave dropped. The way Keith covered his mouth and held bak a sob. The way his violet-grey eyes filled with tears, yet again.

Lance looked up into Keith's glassy eyes, his filling with tears again, by just looking at Keith.

''K-Keith...'' Lance murmured, too tired, too emotionally drained, yet he found strength.

Strength to reach up and hold his hand mid air, Keith glanced at it, and back at Lance.

Lance didn't look unsure, but not perfectly sure either. He looked, stable. Neutral.

Keith slowly leant forward, until Lance's finger tips brushed his wet cheek. He choked a sob, and the tears fell. His wall broke.

Lance watched it happen. Neither of the boys knew why they were crying like babies. None knew why they were in the middle of nowhere. On Christmas eve.

But both males knew they were happy to be there with each other.

Lance gained some of his senses, his feelings started to swirl again as his gear wheels started to rotate.

He gently cupped Keith's cheek and his other hand cupped his other. Keith looked up, their souls linking again. Lance wiped away some fresh tears with his thumbs as he crawled closer, and pressed his forehead against Keith's.

'Te amo, Keith. I love you.' Lance thought.

''We should get going.'' Is what he said.

''Alright.'' Keith mumbled as he sniffed, and they both got up. Luckily Lance knew the way back to his home.

Home.

'What is 'home'?' Keith thought to himself, without thinking, he reached out for Lance's hand, but he caught himself and retreated. Hoping Lance didn't notice the gesture.

Of course Lance did.

Lance glanced at Keith, as he smiled sadly.

Their hands didn't fit perfectly into each other anymore anyway.

The two arrived back at the household, dinner was being served. Nobody asked where they were, but some did give Keith a disgusted look.

Keith felt uncomfortable and not in his place.

Lance was catching up with some cousins on the other side of the table. They were laughing and smiling, telling about their past experiences. Or remembering some crazy adventures they've been through together when they were younger.

Keith excused himself and went upstairs.

It was only nine o' clock, but he was tired and just wanted this all to be a bad dream and wake up in his small apartment that he shared with Shiro.

But of course that wasn't the case.

Lance had noticed the lack of Keith's presence, all the McClain Sanchez siblings did, along with Rosa and Louis.

Rosa looked at Lance for answers and he just shrugged, looking at Michaela and Miguel who both shrugged and turned their attention to their favourite cousins.

''¿Lance, mi cariño? Join me in the kitchen, will you?'' Rosa announced standing up and straightening her dress.

Lance nodded and followed suite.

''What's going on between Keith and you?'' She asked, Lance had seen it coming, but he had no excuse.

''Erm... nothing?'' He clearly lied, a fake smile plastered on his face.

''Lance.'' His mother said in a stern tone.

''We're just having some relationship issues mamá, not a big deal.'' Lance acted smoothly.

He was proud, he succeeded.

''¿Mi hijo, por qué?'' Rosa's eyes darkened with disappointment. ''I know you two aren't together. It's obvious. Explain to me please and stop lying,''

M'When I called you... it was a dare. Keith and I... it doesn't exist. It's me and Keith. Not Keith and me. He just agreed to being my fake boyfriend for two weeks. You just sounded so happy and... I couldn't...'' Lance sighed, Rosa gave him a  look of disapproval. Louis had walked in too.

''This poor boy is going through all this trouble? Just because you're to ignorant to tell me, that you lied, Lance?'' And Mamá Sanchez snapped. If it came to friends and family, she would be furious. Even in a family conflict.

''Lo siento, mamá. But-'' Lace started but Rosa held up her hand. Shushing him.

''I'm very disappointed in you Lance.'' Rosa said and left the kitchen. Lance glanced at Louis who was giving him the same look as his mother. Lance followed her upstairs.

Rosa knew, but didn't say anything. She knocked on Lance's bedroom door and opened it without waiting for a reply.

Keith stood by the window, looking outside. He turned around, giving Rosa a questioning stare. ''Is it true? Are you and Lance not a couple?'' Rosa asked softly, despite her will.

Keith looked at Lance who stood behind the buff lady. His eyes were a balance of worry and fear.

''Yeah,'' Keith said, his tone quiet.

''Do you want to be here?'' Rosa questioned.

''No offence, but no. If I need to be honest. I mean this feels like home, since the first moment I came here. It's just... I'm not used to-, it reminds me of-'' By now Keith started crying again. Rosa's mother instinct took over as she pulled him over to the bed and cradled him in her arms. Lance stepped forward, wanting to be there for Keith.

''No, creo que hiciste lo suficiente,'' Rosa said.

Lance frowned.

''But, mamá-''

''No. Go,'' Rosa said and pulled Keith closer.

Lance scowled and slammed the bedroom door shut.

Before going downstairs, he heard Rosa say; ''You can sleep in the guest room and leave tomorrow.''

This was not how Lance expected Christmas evening to be.

Lance woke up, for the seventh time. Or he laid too uncomfortable or he was just cold.

He was used to Keith's form beside him. But he wasn't there.

It was two in the morning. The last family members had left around midnight, so it was going to be a night ride for them. 

Lance got out of bed of his bed, and tip toed down the hall towards the guest room, as he peeked inside.

He tensed, his heart twisted, and his stomach ached.

Sleeping soundly, was Keith, and Mateo was curled up into his arms.

Lance swore he saw Mateo smirk.

Trying to hold back anger, he shut the door as quietly his body wanted to.

Going back to his room, Lance plopped down onto his bed.

Without knowing he fell asleep, feeling sick.

Lance is a heavy sleeper. But it turns out he isn't.

He woke up from a squeaky sound, his door had opened.

''L-Lance?'' A soft voice stuttered out. ''Are you awake?'' They asked again.

''I am now, what do you w-... Keith?'' Lance was shook, he didn't expect Keith to stand in his room at-, three in the morning.

''I... i'm sorry, but I cant sleep...'' Keith mumbled. He was holding a pillow close to his chest.

Lance wondered if he had dreamt that Keith and Mateo were cuddled up, ''What about Mateo?'' Lance sounded harsh, and he didn't care.

''He snook up on me, I woke up with him on me. I pushed him off. Tried to sleep, b-but...'' Keith trailed off.

Lance waked towards Keith, his eyes dull. Keith looked up at Lance, his eyes conflicted.

''Can I ask you something?'' Keith said in a questionable tone. ''Mhm,'' Lance nodded.

''Can you,'' Keith tightened his hold on his pillow, ''Hug me?''

Lance stood still for a few seconds, processing Keith's careful chosen worlds. He sighed and opened his arms, Keith getting the cue and shuffled closer into Lance's embrace. Keith jus leant against Lance, still holding onto his pillow. But Lance's arms wrapped around Keith's trembling frame.

''I'm sorry,'' Keith breath out. ''I'm so sorry,''

''Don't be, okay?'' Lance pulled away and cupped Keith's cheeks. He gave him a tender smile and took his hand in his.

''We gotta be quiet, alright?'' Lance asked. Keith nodded, not bothering to ask why.

They quietly made their way down the stairs and outside, Keith shivered in the cold night air. Crawling up onto the shed, both boys sat down. Lance knew Keith would be tense, but if he left today, he wasn't going to hesitate.

Lance pulled Keith closer by his waist, making Keith yelp quietly, which was adorable to Lance.

Keith was so vulnerable.

Keith leaned into Lance's side, in search for some warmth. Resting his head into the crook of Lance's neck. Lance wrapped his arm around Keith, caressing his side.

Keith sighed contently.

''I'm sorry about everything I said, I didn't mean any of it...'' Keith mumbled, as he closed his eyes. Lance rested his head on Keith's. ''Trust me, I said some bad things too.'' Lance chuckled and Keith giggled. ''We good?'' Keith asked, drowsiness taking over.

''Yeah.'' Lance announced. Keith opened his eyes and stared at the stars.

''One day, we'll look back on this and laugh.''

''Yeah, we probably will. So, you're gonna catch an early flight in uh, a few hours I guess?'' Lance asked. His tone betrayed him.

''Mhm, yeah, I guess so.'' Keith sighed.

'I don't want you to go, Keith Kogane-...McClain Sanchez.'

''I don't want you to leave, Keith.'' Lance managed to force his thoughts into spoken words.

Keith received them.

''Me neither.'' Keith said and unnoticeable sniffed Lance's pyjama shirt. His scent calming Keith down.

''Then don't.'' Lance said.

''I won't,'' Keith murmured. ''For now.''

''Forever.'' Lance corrected.

Keith laughed, ''Not when you get married.''

''No, then it is until death do us apart,'' Lance said quietly, ''But i promise it's some more after forever too.'' He connected.

Keith sat up, his eyes widening.

''What?'' He asked flabbergasted.

''Keith Kogane, Te amo.'' Lance said, his face was shining with confidence, but his voice was unstable and small.

''Y-You... uhh, wait.... quiznak....'' Keith was at loss for words.

Who confesses their love at four in the morning?

Apparently Lance does.

Keith was quiet, rethinking it. Keith knew his answer, but he was pondering if Lance was telling the truth.

Of course he was, it's lance.

''I love you too,'' Keith murmured.

''Then why did we make so much drama?'' Lance laughed.

''Because we're weird?'' Keith asked, smiling brightly.

Both of the boys made eye contact. Keith cupping Lance's neck with one hand, his other on Lance's chest.

Lance had his arms around Keith's waist. But moved one to take Keith's chin, so he could pull him closer. And he did.

Both boys leaned in.

Desperately urging for their lips to connect.

Their eyes closing.

Their worlds colliding.

''MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!'' A chorus of people screamed, making them jump away from each other.

''What the hell, you guys?!'' Lance screeched.

There, in the garden, stood; Rosa, Louis, Tulio, Lucy, Michaela, Miguel and even Eliza and Alexander.

At four in the morning.

Four in the morning on Christmas day.

In the garden.

In their pyjamas.

''Your family's crazy,'' Keith whispered.

''Ah well, would you mind being crazy?'' Lace asked, a smirk on his face.

Keith smirked back, ''I'm already crazy for you.''

Blood rushed to Lance's face, as his cheeks heated up.

But he soon surely cooled down when Michaela threw a water balloon at him. ''This is payback for they paint accident when we were little!''

''Where'd you guys get those from?!'' Lance screeched again.

They all just smirked evilly, as all the members took their water balloons and started throwing them at Lance and Keith, who blocked them by defending each other.

Lance's family was proud of being weird, basic people cannot compete.

I mean, who has a water balloon fight at four in the morning on Christmas day?

~~~***~~~

This story is all over the place, oh well. I wanted to add my chickens yin and yang, jus because i can, okay? No I don't have a dog named Dorito but i love Doritos and i have a dog so yeah.

A HUGE thank you to; CrazyMind_143

They helped me translate the big lines;
**"What is my problem?! My problem is, that you're a little bitch. I mean, you think i'm the bad guy right? Not lovable? An ass? You motherfucking asshole! I hate you! I hate you with all my soul! I know i don't, but i do! I can't help it! And then you go around saying you'd never date me?! I thought we had something Keith!? Ugh, You're so, so, so despisable! You moron! Why don't you talk to me? I like you, okay? I'm fucking in love with you! But of course god hates me! Of course you hate me! Why did i ever think this could work out? I'm so stupid! You're stupid! Fuck you!"**