The Klance one-shot that nobody asked for
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Lance had witnessed many things in his kitchen: his mamá spill an entire pot of beans in the floor, one of his sisters go into labor at the table, a spider the size of his head crawling on the ceiling, their family dog nearly choke and die on a ham bone in a corner beside the oven. Needless to say, he’s not really surprised anymore when he catches something weird going on in there; That does in fact count the time his brother was caught standing on a counter in his boxers eating dry cereal from its box at 3 in the morning. Coming from a big family sort of numbed you from social norms such as what is deemed “normal” within a kitchen.
So why does he choke on his own spit when he walks in on Keith dancing to the radio?
The two of them had been dating for three years now, almost four in a month or so. Just recently they graduated from college and Lance had insisted they stay at his place until they can afford an apartment together. Keith agreed wholeheartedly.
As much as people refused to believe it, Lance’s mother got along very well with his boyfriend. In fact, it seemed the family had grown onto the man like a rash, and Keith loved it. It was nice to see the ravenette so happy with a family of his own.
However, times like this made Lance want to cry.
Keith usually gets up before Lance every morning, he was a morning person whereas Lance was a night owl. Although, recently the ravenette had been getting up later and later, which was really good because of the man’s insomnia.
Today had been no different, Lance woke up at around ten in the morning to a slightly warm dip in the mattress at his side and no boyfriend. So, he pulled on a shirt quickly before hopping down the steps, telling himself he’d do his skin care later. What he found was enough to make his breathing stop.
Because standing in the middle of the kitchen, shuffling across the floor with one of Lance’s baby cousins on his hip, was Keith fucking Kogane. To make matters worse, he was helping his mother clean the counters, laughing as both swayed their hips to the beat.
Now, Lance McClain had figured after dating the same person for such a long time, his head-over-heels crush would fade away to a more serene love. However, after waking up to his boyfriend’s face and getting to see him at his most vulnerable, he fell even deeper.
This was one of those moments, the buzzing throb in his chest escalating to where he could feel his heart swell in his troat. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t swallow. All because his boyfriend was holding a baby, a baby that looked like Lance, and was dancing in his kitchen.
“Oh! Buenos días hijo!” His mother greeted, looking up from behind her curly hair. Her apron clad form swayed over from her previous position, a big smile on her lips as she swooped him up in a big hug.
“Buenos días, mamá” He chuckled, wiggling within his mother’s strong grip. Keith looked over from where he was dancing, a huge smile on his face as some Spanish song played in the room. It really wasn’t fair that both his baby cousin and his boyfriend called out “Lance!” at the exact same time, and with the same exact adorable facial expression.
He was going to die.
“Él va a ser un buen esposo, ¿no?” His mother crooned within his ear, making his cheeks flush and his body tense. Thankfully Keith hadn’t learned a lot of Spanish yet.
“¡Mamá! ¡No arruines la sorpresa!” Lance yelped, electing a chuckle from the joyous woman. A quick glance towards the ravenette proved he hadn’t understood a single word, instead making faces at baby Iván.
He was in the middle of sticking his tongue out when he turned around, glancing between mother and son skeptically. “What?”
“Nothing, mamá was just telling me about how well you clean” Lance chuckled nervously, letting out a breath when the man turned back around, playing with the baby’s hands.
“Don’t worry, I know he will say yes” Lance’s mother whispered, rubbing circles against his back soothingly. It was for the most part reassuring, but nerves still ate away at his resolve. The little box within his pocket that he’d been carrying around for weeks seemed to burn through his clothes.
When Keith let out a loud and proud laugh as Iván whimpered a small “Keef”, and he looked at Lance with a huge smile. When his eyes crinkled in their corners with pride and happiness. When his expression softened upon looked at his soon to be fiancé. Lance knew he would be fine.
“I sure hope so..”
I hope my Spanish was okay, I’m on my third year of learning the language but I’m not all that confident yet.
“Buenos días, mamá/hijo”- (Good morning, mom/son)
“Él va a ser un buen esposo, ¿no?”- (He’s going to make a good husband, no?)
“¡Mamá! ¡No arruines la sorpresa!”- (Mom! Don’t spoil the surprise!)