Cinnamon Tea and Hot Chocolate

A/N: Not much to say other than I'M NOW WARNING YOU ABOUT THE HOMOPHOBIA AND THE HOMOPHOBIC SLURS IN THIS CHAPTER, CONTINUE ONLY ON YOUR RESPONSIBILITY... Now with that out of the way, have fun reading!

20th of December

Lance walked down the halls that made his college. He didn't really have a purpose, just walking. He was thinking about Keith. Mostly. His abuela was also somewhere on his mind. Lance missed Keith, yes he was still furious at Keith, but he still missed the boy.

Lance didn't notice the two figures that had been following him, nor did he see how they started to catch up to him.

"Hey, fag, slow down."

Lance looked around to see who was being this rude in public. The guy who had yelled was accompanied by a girl, but not just any girl, Nyma.

"Is it me, you're talking to?" Lance said, looking around to see if anyone else had responded.

"Yeah, who else should it be, Fairy," The guy said with an evil smirk.

"Excuse me?" Lance said as calmly he could, but even then he couldn't hide his growing disgust for the guy.

"I'm… eh… what do you want?" Lance said, shaking his head in complete confusion.

"I heard from my girl that you are a poof now, I just wanted to make sure that you are sure," The guy said with fake kindness in his voice.

Lance faked a smile and nodded awkwardly.

"I'm actually bisexual, and I'm pretty sure about it," Lance said as nicely as he could.

As he tried to walk past the guy, a hand stopped him. Lance looked at the guy quizzingly, still holding a fake smile.

"Excuse me, eh…"

"Rolo"

"Excuse me, Rolo, but I got to go. It was a pleasure meeting you, really."

Lance smiled as nicely as he could, trying to push Rolo's hand off, keyword being trying. Because Rolo's hand only tighten its grip on Lance's shoulder.

"So you are a switch hitter, even better. Babe, come here."

Rolo waved Nyma over, and the girl quickly ran over to the boys. Nyma sent Lance a mean smirk, before looking at Rolo, who Lance guessed was her boyfriend.

"What is it, honey bun, need me for something," Nyma said, looking at Rolo with almost heart eyes.

"I need you to kiss this fag. Can you that for me, sweety?" Rolo said in a sweet voice that made Nyma squeal.

Lance looked horrified between the two. What was happening? Every single one of Lance's instincts told Lance to run and get away from the couple. Still, Rolo's handheld him in place, making it impossible for Lance to getaway.

"Anything for you, love" Nyma beamed, kissing Rolo on the cheek before walking up to Lance.

"I just want to be sure he's not completely bent, or if I have to beat him up to straighten him out."

"Excuse me, no, I'm not interested in Nyma," Lance said desperately.

Even though Rolo's grip never loosened Lance kept struggling. He wanted to get away now! Lance was panicking, turning his head as much as he could so Nyma couldn't kiss him. Even with all of his efforts, Nyma's lips connected with his.

Lance felt dread fill his body as the kiss continued, though he only stopped struggling for a moment because of it. Lace quickly started to trash his body from side to side, trying his absolute best to get away from the pair.

"Hey! Stop! What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Lance felt both Rolo and Nyma freeze by the sound of the voice and quickly took the opportunity to get Nyma's lips away from his. He tried to free himself from Rolo's grip but even frozen in place. The other boy was stronger.

Lance knew the voice that had yelled but was unsure where to place it precisely. Lance heard quick footsteps coming closer to him at his right, and then Rolo groaned in pain. The pain Rolo felt was apparently high enough for him to finally losing his grip on Lance. The Cuban didn't let this opportunity go, quickly freeing himself.

As soon as he was free Lance bolted away from Rolo and Nyma, directly into the chest of the person that had saved him. As he felt arms gently embrace him, Lance started sobbing loudly, feeling safe in this person's arms. As he cried, Lance heard Rolo call out to him before the Rolo ran away.

"Burn in hell, fagot."

The insult only made Lance sob harder, and the person that hold him had to whisper comforting words to calm the crying boy down a bit. It was only after many minutes of crying Lance realised whose arm he had wrapped around him.

"Keith?"

Lance lifted his head from its last position of being buried in Keith's shirt. His eyes scanned the raven-haired boy, seeing the concern, anger, and something else, something soft, in his eyes and body language.

"I'm so so sorry, Lance. I was a jerk, and I should have listened. Now this with Rolo and Nyma, I'm just so sorry."

Keith's voice broke several times as he spoke, and he shot Lance a short apologetic look. Lance took a moment to gather himself and drying his tears before saying anything.

"You came, Keith. You came, and you saved me. Yeah, I was pissed at you for looking at my phone without my permission, but I would have forgiven you, heck, I already have. There is no reason for you to apologise, now at least, I could use that apology when I'm not so relieved that I have forgotten how mad I am at you" Lance said with a small smile before hugging Keith tightly.

Keith chuckled at what Lance had said and hugged the still trembling boy back.

A/N: Rolo is a bitch. That's not an opinion in this fanfic. It's a fact. I hope you liked the chapter, because finding those homophobic slurs may have destroyed by search story forever. I know it was a little harsh, okay, a lot harsh, but at least Klance is talking again and they are bonding, so really, you're welcome!