Fated to Be Klance AU

by RoseLineOccurence

Keith is in a pickle as he's just lost his bed and now has to go crash at shiros place. Warning heavy Klance! this story is centered on Klance however I do have Hidge and Shallura in here. Hope you like it! WARNING: THERE MAY BE TRIGGERS AND THERE IS DEFINITE SMUT IF EITHER OFFEND OR ARE UNAPPEALING TURN BACK NOW.

6. Chapter Six

I apologize for the late update. A lot has been happening what with College, my son and then several deaths in the family. This chapter is not as long as I would like, but hey its something. Please enjoy~

Chapter Six

Rolo continued to munch on his donut as he nonchalantly glanced between the two culprits. An awkward tension had fallen over the room after the re-telling of the previous night.

Finally Rolo spoke. "So you…..did that….after he told you about….?"

He seemed confused at the whole situation. Keith blushed realizing the absurdity of it all as he dropped his face into his hands and shrinking further into his seat. Lance seemed to have checked out as his brain was still trying to process it all.

Rolo suppressed his bemused snickering as he watched the two men curiously, an eyebrow raised in silent questioning.

Finally, Lance spoke, slowly gathering his thoughts. "It…..just..it just happened?" Lance glanced at Keith before continuing, "It felt right though. And….I don't know what you want me to say!" He shouted at the tall man who was lazily munching on his breakfast.

Rolo almost choked on his food as his goggle fit worsened from Lance's embarrassed outburst. Swallowing and trying not to suffocate he thought about how he should respond. Before he could though Keith rose and left to the bedroom shutting and locking the door behind him. Leaving the others to stare in awkward silence.

"How about we say you had a date and leave….last night…alone." Rolo stated grabbing the dazed boys attention once more. "Whatever happens between you and pretty boy should stay that way. At least until you know what you both have gotten yourselves into."

And with that Rolo picked up his phone and left the way he came. As he hopped into the car he relaxed a moment leaning on his 1965 Camaro's worn leather steering wheel and released a tense sigh.

'I hope this doesn't hurt Lance. If pretty boy breaks his heart….I swear to God I'll kill him.' He thought as he leaned back and started his car. Today was going to be long and Rolo could already feel a headache coming on.