Cinnamon Tea and Hot Chocolate

A/N: And the cliffhanger will be continued in this chapter! I know I sat it up as if Klance would happen in this chapter, and maybe it will, I don't want to spoil it for you, what kind of fun would that be?

15th of December

Lance reached Keith's apartment, he was incredibly tired and cold, but that didn't matter to him now. All that matter was Keith. Lance was utterly out of breath when he knocked on Keith's door, hoping that the raven-haired boy wasn't asleep yet. It didn't take long for the door to open, revealing Keith. Lance noticed something seemed off about Keith, like the coldness in his eyes, but Lance dismissed it as just Keith having been concerned about him.

"Hey Keith, I'm so sorry for running out on you. Can I come in?" As Lance talk, he felt the nervousness catching upon him.

Keith gave a nod and stepped aside, allowing Lance to enter the apartment. Lance looked around the room, feeling uncomfortable in the silence.

"How's your family?" Keith asked after several minutes of nerve-wracking silence.

Even though Lance could hear the concern in Keith's voice it had an edge, it gave Lance chills, what had happened.

"I never got to them. All the planes were either full or cancelled because of the snowstorm. I'm not getting out of here until the day I had originally planned. The reason I needed to get home was that my abuela is sick, and my mom wasn't sure she would last till Christmas. I talked to my mom on a payphone, and it looks like abuela is going to make it till I come home but not long after" Lance said, fidgeting with close awkwardly, still sad he couldn't get to his family.

"I'm sorry you couldn't get home," Keith said, his voice sounding genuinely concerned and sorry and for a short moment, the cold mask disappeared from his face.

"Yeah, but that's how it has to be, and at least I get to spend Christmas with you," Lance said with a soft smile.

"And our friends."

Lance quickly added, suppressing a blush. Keith muttered something that sounded like an agreement, but nothing more and the awkward silence returned.

"Pidge said you had my phone, could I eh get it back," Lance said, scratching his neck awkwardly.

As he said that, Keith's eyes turned hard, and anger filled his features. This confused Lance, and he felt like he shrunk under the look Keith gave him.

"About that, I want to talk about a message you got," Keith said coldly, taking Lance's phone out of his pocket.

"You went through my phone?" Lance asked, confused, sad and maybe just a bit of anger.

"Your phone was laying screen up on my coffee table. I just looked when your phone pinged," Keith said defensively, looking hatefully at the phone in his hand.

"That still gives you no right to read whatever message I got, Keith" Lance raised his voice.

"Why? Scared your girlfriend sends you a message, huh Loverboy? Unfortunately for you, that's what happened" Keith said just as angry as Lance.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Lance said irritated.

"This" Keith said showing the phone into Lance's face.

Plaxum 3: I had fun yesterday. We must do it again! XOXO Love you 3

"I know that we aren't dating, but she thinks we are, our friends think we are. If you wanted to have a relationship with this girl, you should have said something, not go behind my back and make me look like a fool" Keith growled.

"Plaxum and I are NOT in a relationship. I don't even know what that message is about. It's probably sent to the wrong person or whatever. Honestly, Keith, those accusation hits me harder than you. I'm not a fucking CHEATER and don't want anyone thinking that, so cut it the fuck out" Lance's voice was angry.

How could Keith think Lance would do something like that?

"Why the heart?" Keith asked he wasn't sure why he was so determined to prove that, Lance had feelings for this girl.

Keith knew he liked Lance, wasn't it for the best if he wasn't involved with the girl?

"The what?"

Lance sounded utterly exhausted, but anger was still apparent in his voice.

"The heart in the name tag," Keith said, looking Lance dead in the eyes.

"The… heart? Jesus Christ, Keith, are you really this paranoid. I was in love with this girl. I sat a heart in her nametag. I never bothered to change it. End of story" Lance said massaging the bridge of his nose in frustration. This conversation was not going the way he had wanted it to go.

"Keith, listen if you don't trust me when we can call this thing off. We lasted fifteen days. I get my money. You got your fun and girls will leave you alone now. We should end it now as friends" Lance said, leaving Keith stunned.

"I haven't slept for over twenty-four hours, so I'm gonna go, I'll probably make a tweet saying that we broke up and we can tell our friends the truth Monday, which is technically tomorrow," Lance said, taking his phone and left the apartment.

Tears were escaping his eyes when the door closed loudly behind him.

It was first when the door closed that Keith truly realised what had happened. Keith's body and heart ached of running after Lance and apologise, but something stopped him, and he decided to cry instead.

A/N: Hahahahaha, sorry not sorry, Klance are both miserable now. Ah, how lovely, right? Let's see if they end up together (They do don't worry)