Klance Christmas/ New Years HC
Keith isn’t one who spends too much time on decorations, so his apartment just kinda stays the same all year round
Lance, however, decorates the shit outta the apartment where he lives with Hunk and Pidge
Because most of the gang is there, Keith just kinda spends most of his time there anyway
So every year, they rope Keith into helping them decorate the tree and cookies.
Lance will watch Keith struggle with untangling the lights, because “the children need to be entertained and drained out of energy so the real big boys can get the job done.”
Once Keith finishes, Lance will not let anyone help him wrap the lights around the tree. Growing up in a household with lots of children, everyone had a specific task when it came to the tree, and doing the lights holds a special place in his heart to this day.
Once that’s done, everyone crowds the tree, putting up the small decorations.
This year’s a little different because Keith and Lance are both pining idiots who physically cannot flirt without it seeming like a joke. But Lance is determined to ask out Keith before the year ends.
This year, they got a lot of new decorations, which they dumped in a clear box so anyone can just dig around and grab for them
Keith is self-conscious every time Lance touches him, whether it’s the small bump of his shoulder or their hands brushing past each other when they go back to get more decorations from the clear box on the sofa.
“Look, it’s mistletoe.” Lance pulls out a small plastic mistletoe decoration between Keith and him. “Give me a kiss, Keith-y boy.”
Keith just goes red in the face, immediately freezing up, because God knows when his gay panic hits, its like a big collision occurring in slow motion.
Lance just smacks his shoulder playfully. “Just kidding. Don’t go cheating on your girlfriend just because you can’t keep your paws off of me.”
Not how Keith was planning on coming out, but Hunk deemed it a celebration, so they all got a special dinner that night.
If that phrase kept Lance up all night, hope slowly trickling into his system, he didn’t let anyone know.
After that confession, their dynamic changed. Lance started to flirt more bluntly. Keith can’t figure out if he’s just imagining it, but it sure as hell is confusing the shit out of him.
Keith ranting to Shiro: “Today he asked to hold my hand because his were cold. I don’t know what it means!”
“It means…that he wants to hold your hand…” Shiro pities Lance. Keith is as smart as a rock when it comes to signals.
“But what if his hands were just cold?”
“Would you hold my hand if I said I was cold?”
Shiro thinks he’s finally gonna break through to Keith with logic
"BuT LaNcE iS a DiFfErEnT sPeCiEs Of HuMaN-"
Keith does his very best not to have a heart attack and have his stomach burst with all the butterflies every time Lance does something that makes him fall in love even more.
Lance becomes more touchy with Keith. Every time they’re hanging out, he’ll wrap his arm loosely around Keith’s shoulder,,, and Lance is smart enough not to yawn every time he does it because,,, cringe. And to Keith, Lance always seems so smooth when he does it, so Keith does the only thing he can think of: pretend like it doesn’t affect him in any way, shape, or form.
Lance doesn’t know if he should be feeling let down because it seems like Keith isn’t affected by his presence, but it gives him the courage to do even more.
Whenever they’re with the whole gang and not doing anything in particular, he’ll grab Keith’s hand and just play with his fingers, sometimes just wanting to go for it and hold Keith’s hand altogether. But he doesn’t want to be tooooooooo obvious, so he holds back
Whenever they happen to sit or just be near each other, Keith makes sure to have his closest hand open and free.
Lance will occasionally convince Keith to cuddle with him while they’re having a movie night, bringing out a blanket so they can get cozy. Lance will lean into Keith, and Keith will rest his head on top of Lance’s. Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Shiro just pretend they don’t see them.
When Lance is out doing a Starbucks run, Hunk and Pidge always tell him what they want. But Keith never has to look up from his phone because he knows Lance has his order memorized. Keith rarely wants something different, so if Keith doesn’t want his usual, Lance knows Keith will tell him. And if that isn’t domestically cute,,,,,,,,
Keith has a habit of underdressing when he goes out, so over time, he unintentionally builds a collection of Lance’s clothes and vise versa.
Keith will go to Lance’s with just a t-shirt and some jeans made out of thin material on a day where it’s windy as heck. So Lance will convince Keith to change into one of his long sleeves, a hoodie, and a pair of warm sweats. Or Keith will be wearing a thin hoodie, which Lance will make him switch out for a thicker one.
And so, at a certain point, they just start wearing each other’s clothes.
“Hey, have you seen my green hoodie?” Lance asks Keith
“The one with the black thing on the sleeve?”
“Yeah, I’ve been looking for it.”
“It’s back at my place.” Keith feels a bit guilty at always taking his clothes. “Do you want me to bring it back next time?”
“I mean,,, I don’t really need it…” Lance shrugs it off because just knowing Keith wears his clothes makes him feel like he’s Keith’s boyfriend. Plus, it’s not like he hasn’t used the clothes he has of Keith in his closet just because it went with his outfit better than anything else he owned.
But now, knowing he has a chance, Lance decides to use Keith’s habit of taking his clothes to an advantage.
Keith, once again, didn’t bring a sweater
“What material do you want?” Lance asks.
“Um???? Does the material really matter?” Keith sure as heck doesn’t know what the heck the difference between cotton and polyester would mean. They’re all just meant to keep you warm, no???
“Then, might I suggest this sweater?” Lance holds a black sweater out to Keith,” Made out of boyfriend material.”
Keith pauses. Like physically pauses. So they’re just standing there. Lance still has his hand extended out with the sweater. And Keith is just staring at him.
Keith’s heart starts beating really fast because he doesn’t know if Lance is trying to ask him out or just making another one of his weird jokes. So he sucks in air and slowly lets it out to calm himself.
Lance hears Keith sigh, so he can only imagine how stupid he sounded.
“I’m cold, so I’ll take it.” Keith grabs the sweater and puts it on.
When Lance recounts the story to Hunk and Pidge later that night, he feels himself die of embarrassment.
“Now Keith is never gonna date meeeeeeee,” Lance whines, wishing that pick-up line never left his mouth.
When Christmas Eve rolls around, Lance makes sure everyone is at his place so they can all stay up together until its 12 and they can open gifts.
Keith rolls up in black and red checkered pj bottoms and a black hoodie. In Lance’s eyes, he looked so damn fine in pjs. It shouldn’t be allowed to look that good in fuckin pjs.
Lance wears a dark blue onesie with small snowflakes on it. He’s the embodiment of soft
Keith shows up at 8 am with 2 boxes full of donuts and 4 hot chocolates. Because Hunk and Pidge are still asleep, Keith and Lance take a box of donuts and their hot chocolate and warm up under the covers in Lance’s bed. They spend their morning cuddling for warmth watching the Home Alone movies.
By the second movie, they’ve already finished their hot chocolate and ate about 2-3 donuts each. Since they don’t need their hands anymore, Lance decides to be bold and lay his hand on top of Keith’s.
Keith stiffens, and Lance almost pulls back, but he feels Keith snuggle closer to him, so he doesn’t.
Because Keith was so full of food and comfortably warm, he ends up falling asleep against Lance.
At first, Lance doesn’t notice
But then,,, a soft snore comes from Keith, which surprises Lance. The last thing he expected was to have Keith trust him enough to fall asleep near him.
Lance moves his laptop and shimmies Keith off, placing a pillow under his head so he could be more comfortable
Lance moves to lay next to him, just staring up at the ceiling. And just because he can, he places his hand in Keith’s and intertwines their fingers. It feels natural, though Keith’s hand was understandably limp since he is off in Dream Land
Without meaning to, Lance knocks out too.
By the time Keith wakes up, Lance has managed to roll half of his body onto Keith’s, his left arm across Keith’s stomach and his head on Keith’s chest.
Keith would have enjoyed the moment longer had his bladder not been yelling at him to bolt out of bed and get his ass in the bathroom.
By the time everyone arrives, Hunk already has a batch of cookies set out on the counter with frosting bowls of different colors laid out.
They’re all decorating their cookies in fun, colorful ways, just enjoying the Christmas spirit when all of a sudden, they hear Keith yelling.
Lance is laughing, having gotten red icing on Keith’s cheek.
Keith dips his finger in blue icing and draws a line across Lance’s forehead.
They’re both laughing, chasing each other, a bowl of icing in hand. It doesn’t take long before they’re both in their seats again. Instead of icing the cookies, they’re decorating each other’s faces.
Keith secretly hopes it never ends, because having Lance tenderly brush his hair back and just look at him like he’s something important has got him feeling on a high that he never wants to come down from.
When they’re done, they have everyone vote on who’s ‘makeup’ is better.
Of course, Lance wins. And if it means seeing Lance smile so brightly, Keith wouldn’t mind losing every time.
After their Secret Santa exchanges, people start trickling out of the apartment
Lance and Keith end up back in Lance’s room.
Lance pulls out a box with a purple paste-on bow and hands it to Keith. “I got you some stuff. Merry Christmas.”
Keith immediately stands up and hands the present back.
Lance feels his heart sink.
“Wait here. I got you something, too. It’s in my car. Let’s open them together!” Keith slips on his shoes before rushing out to his car to get the box in his backseat.
Lance just gets jittery and full of butterflies. His face heats up just thinking of the fact that Keith spent time out of his day to buy him a present when he didn’t need to.
And almost as immediately, he worries if his gift is good enough. Or if it’s too much. But it’s too late to do anything about it because he hears the front door open and shut. And seconds later, Keith was coming into his room, taking his previous place on Lance’s bed.
They both exchange gifts.
When Keith opens his box, and the first thing that he pulls out is black fingerless mittens. Keith snorts, but smiles. Inside the box is also a clip-on dangling earring with a silver cross.
Keith holds the earing closer to examine the cross. “Really? A dangling earing?”
Lance shrugs. “To further help you in your effort to be an e-boy.”
The final items in Keith’s box are a picture of Lance doing a ridiculously looking kissy-face with Lance’s signature in black, black and red nail polish, and the most beautiful jacket he had ever seen. From the outside, it looked like black leather, but on the inside, it was soft and warm.
“Oh my god, Lance! This jacket…thank you so much.” Keith hugs Lance tightly. His heart feels so full of love for the man in front of him.
When Lance opens his box, the first thing he pulls out is a box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates, WHICH ARE HIS FUCKIN MOST FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD. He turns to look at Keith, who just gives him a yeah-I-know look. Lance resists the urge to open the box and just pop a chocolate into his mouth.
Inside the box, Lance finds multiple pairs of fuzzy socks, a Baby-It’ s-Cold-Outside mug, 4 face mask sheets, a bottle of peel-off mask, and the softest blanket that he had ever felt.
They stay up late talking, but it doesn’t last very long because Keith gets sleepy, so he ends up leaving before he accidentally falls asleep on Lance’s bed again, not that Lance would mind.
Lance and Keith never really talked about the underlying meaning of the gifts. Still, at that point, they both kinda already knew that their friendship was possibly a little more than platonic. But that has never stopped two pining idiots from tiptoeing around each other.
Before they know it, time flies by, and the whole gang is back at Lance’s apartment for New Years
Keith shows up a little late to the get-together. Hunk had asked him to stop by the grocery store and snatch some wine since he forgot to buy some earlier.
Though Keith felt a little bold in his outfit, Shiro had encouraged him to wear it. So in he walks, wearing the semi-leather jacket Lance had gifted him and the clip-on earing, most of his hair pulled back in a small little puff that barely counted as a ponytail.
When Lance saw him, Lance felt his heart almost jump out of his throat because HOT DAMN
“What Tik Tok video did you escape from?” Lance teases, helping Keith place the wine on the counter. Keith playfully glares at him.
Keith sets down the last wine bottle. “People would die to date this ‘Tik-Tok escapee.’”
“Uh-huh. Sure they would, sport,” Lance ruffles Keith’s hair.
“Don’t touch the merchandise unless you’re planning to buy!” Keith yells, swatting Lance’s hand away.
It’s not long before they’re both laughing.
Out of habit, they both take their usual place on the couch, cuddling while they wait for everyone to arrive.
It’s a minute before the fated New Year is upon them. Everyone is getting together with their dates in front of the television or on the balcony.
Lance decides to take a chance and pull Keith aside to pop the question that had been bugging him all night. “Would you be my New Year’s kiss?”
One of Keith’s New Year Resolutions was to be bolder,,, And so what if there was still 20 seconds until the New Year? It didn’t mean that he couldn’t start a little bit early
Keith raises his eyebrow teasingly. “Just a New Year’s kiss?”
Lance feels his mouth go dry because OMG THE UNIVERSE MUST’VE OWED HIM A FAVOR OR SOMETHING BECAUSE KEITH IS HINTING FOR MORE AND WHY IS HE SO NERVOUS???
They can hear the tv in the background counting down. Lance is just standing there, unsure of what to really say. One thing’s for sure: it’s getting hot as heck in that room.
Keith has to hold back his smile because he can visibly see Lance’s brain running a thousand miles per hour, and it’s nice to know that Keith can make him feel as nervous as he does around Lance.
Lance grabs the neck of his jacket and tries to air himself. “Is it just me, or did it get 10 degrees hotter in here? I don’t know what material they used to make this thing, but I feel like I’m in a sauna.”
Keith rolls his eyes. There are 10 seconds left on the clock. He knows that if he doesn’t make a move, they’ll probably get nowhere.
Keith grabs Lance’s jacket and pulls him in close. He lightly tugs the coat. “Huh, well what do you know? It’s made out of boyfriend material.”
Keith doesn’t get the chance to see Lance’s reaction because the next thing he knew, he was kissing Lance with the sounds of fireworks and the Time’s Square Ball Drop from the TV.
Keith’s eyelashes flutter as they pull apart. But Lance’s reaction was not one he was expecting.
Lance softly pushes Keith away, laughing. He has to place his hands on his knees because he can’t stop laughing. If it wasn’t for the wall next to him, he’d probably be on the floor.
Keith’s first instinct is to feel hurt and rejected, but Lance’s laugh sounds so happy and bubbly that he can’t help but hold off on being rash.
“What?” Keith asks insecurely.
Lance takes a gulp of air, trying to recompose himself. He finally straightens up.
“I can’t believe that I’m going to associate our first kiss with the words’ boyfriend material’ and a corny ass line.” Lance’s smile is so big that Keith can’t help but laugh as well.
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