AN (pre-chapter) - I know most people probably won't read this until later, seeing as I am posting this around midnight for the timezone I live in...
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU ALL PRECIOUS PEOPLE! (Anyways those in the US celebrating)
I hope you all have a wonderful holiday! Be safe if you're going Black Friday Shopping.

Reason I am posting this at this time is because my house gets hectic for the holidays, because we do all the cooking at our house.

I will say this now... there is A LOT of Spanish in this chapter, the translations are in parentheses after each dialog.I am really sorry if any of it is wrong, it's the best Google Translate can give. Please let me know if there is something majorly wrong.

Next is... thanks to my friend Nikki who suggested doing a chapter for Thanksgiving. As soon as she mentioned it, with ideas for what would happen, I started just writing and this came out.

I have 3 more chapters planned, one of them if them finally meeting as Soulmates. I really hope to be able to keep this going even afterwards.

Finally, I do not own Voltron or the characters.

ENJOY

Thanksgiving Dinner (Keith POV)

~Night before Thanksgiving - Wednesday November 19~

"What do you mean you won't be back for Thanksgiving?" I ask into my phone, unlocking the front door to our appointment.

"Means exactly that, Keith. The plane can't take off because there's so much snow out here." Shiro replies as I hang up my coats, yes, multiple coats, and take off my boots. "I'm sorry Keith. You know Allura, Coran, and I were looking forward to having Thanksgiving dinner with you."

"I know. It's fine. I understand." I walk over to the fireplace and light it, then sit on the couch.

"Will you be alright? Maybe go up to Pidge's or Hunk's for dinner? Or even Lance's."

"No. I'm not going to bother Pidge or Hunk's family with it. And like hell would I ever go to McClain's household." I lean back on the couch, resulting in my eyes staring up at the ceiling.

"Alright. Just a suggestion. Just, be safe alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. I probably will only be going to the store for food. I'll be fine." I feel a tingle in my arm, and look down to see blue chicken scratch. "I gotta go, Shiro. I'll see you when you get home." I hang up before he replies, and pull out my pen.

Arrrg. Too many munchkins.

Munchkins?

Yes. Almost my ENTIRE family is over for Thanksgiving, and I forgot how many nieces, nephews, and cousins I have.

That sucks. Glad I'm not there.

Please come help me!?

Nope, that would mean revealing who I am. Besides, if there are so many of them, how are you writing to me?

I have currently locked myself in the bathroom.

Haha. That's hilarious.

What about you? What are you and your brother doing for Thanksgiving?

He's out of town. Won't be back for a few extra days.

I thought he was coming back tomorrow?

Nope. Stupid Canada. No planes can take off or land, so he's stuck.

That's lame. I'd invite you to our dinner, but it'll be hectic, and you refuse to reveal who you are.

That's… really sweet of you. But I'm still not ready for that.

Okay. Okay. Anyways, I've got to go, mi amor. The kids found me.

Good luck, love.

I get up and walk into my room, "Alexa, play Keith's Painting Playlist." I say as I pull my hair up. Coran got all of the apartments in his buildings connected to either Amazon Alexa, or Google Home. I change into stuff that won't matter if it's stained and continue working on my gift for my soulmate.

~The next day, Thursday November 20 -Thanksgiving Day - at the store.~

'Ugggh. I don't want to cook anything.'

"Oh, come on, Keith! Just get a small turkey."

'Not happening. I don't know the first thing about cooking a turkey, Red.' I walk into the store, the warm air a nice relief from the snow and wind outside. I make my way to the frozen dinner aisle. Red jumps down and walks beside me. "I'm not getting a turkey. There's no point when I'm eating alone."

"Oh, come on! Don't be a downer!"

"Mullet?!" I turn around, and see Lance, a few of his siblings, I think; and an older lady, who I'm assuming is Mrs. McClain. "Lance, that's not nice." The older lady smacks his arm playfully. "Sorry, mama." Lance rubs his arm.

"Sorry, Keith, right?" She holds her hand out to me, "I'm Alicia McClain-Sanchez."

"Oh." I reach out and shake her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Did I hear you right? You're alone for Thanksgiving?"

"Yes, my brother is stuck out of state with his girlfriend and her uncle on business. He was suppose to fly in this morning, but the snow won't let anyone in or out. So, I'm alone."

"Why don't you come have dinner with us?" She smiles brightly, reminding me of a certain brunette with a mask.

One of the younger kids pipe in, "Yeah! Uncle Lance talks about you all the time!" I look at Lance, with a raised eyebrow in question, "I do not!" His voice cracks, a tell-tell sign he's lying. You pick up on these things when you've known for 98% of your life.

"Look, I'm flattered, Mrs. McClain-Sanchez. But I really don't want to be a bother." I rub the back of my neck.

"Oh! Nonsense, querido! Dinner starts at 6 o'clock sharp, so you better be there by 5:30. You know where our apartment is?" (querido=dear)

"Yes, but really, I'll be alri-"

"I will not take no as an answer, Keith. And if you are not there by 5:30, I will come down to your apartment and drag you up the stairs myself." She looks at me with, what I'm guessing is a mom's 'You will do as I say' look.

"A-alright. Thank you." She smiles again, before walking away with all the kids in tow, minus Lance. "See you at 5:30, Keith."

I look at Lance, "Is she always like that?" He shrugs, "Only during holidays. See you at dinner, Mullett." He walks away. 'Red, I think that's the first time I've ever heard friendliness in his voice.' "Definitely. Blue says he's been acting strange the past couple of days." I walk towards the drinks, and then pick up some common groceries.

~Timeskip to 5 o'clock.~

"Aren't you early?" "I refuse to be late, Red. That woman scares me." "But, she's seems nice. And she seems like the type to scold you." "Why's that?" We get off the elevator, and walk down the hall. "You're not dressed very nice." I look down at what I'm wearing; a garnet colored v-neck sweater that's a little bigger than it needs to be and hangs about halfway down my ass, but hey, it's comfy and I like it; I'm also wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, my red high top converse, and a black button down shirt under the sweater. "Do I really look that bad?" as I stop walking, and realize I'm in front of the McClain's door."Too late now." "This is serious! Do you think she-" I stop when the door opens, and Lance is standing there, in a t-shirt and jeans. "H-how did you know…"

"Blue told me that Red said that you were here." He replies. "Come on in." I walk over the threshold and immediately am engulfed in scents of falls, and a hug from Mrs. McClain. "Glad you made it, Keith." I laugh nervously, "Y-yeah. Me too. Am I overdressed?" I scratch the back of my neck, and glance at Lance. She take a step back, and looks me over, "Not at all. It's actually similar to the outfit I set out for Lance."

"Mom!" Lance squeaks, and I snicker. "Oh hush, mi hijo. I set dinner clothes out for all the kids who live at home. Which reminds me, Lance, go get changed. Your brother and sister too." Lance grumbles something under his breath, heading towards the stairs. "Keith, could I get you to help my daughter, Rosa, with setting the table?" She gestures over to a woman who looks exactly like Lance, but female, who is sitting on one of the many couches.

"Uh, sure, Mrs. McCla-"

"Stop. Call me Alicia."

"Right, sure thing… Alicia."

She smiles, "Rosa, come set the table! Keith will help you!"

"Sure thing, mama." She gets up gracefully and leads me to a pantry-like storage room, where she starts pulling out plates. "So, how many of you are there?" I ask as she piles plates into my arms.

"Let's see. There's abuela Buel and abuelo TR; mama Alicia and papa Frances; tia Renee, tia Cait and tio Doug; me, Jack, Lance, Sierra, David, the five of us are siblings. There are 4 cousins and their spouses, and a couple of them have a couple kids each. I and my spouse, Jessica, has 3 kids totally. Her 2 from and previous relationship, and I have 1 from a previous relationship. So there's about 29 here, not including you. So, we're at 30 people total, which we're lucky because there's normally about 50 of us." By this time, we've set the plates and glasses, and we're working on silverware. "So, your parents are cool with LGBT?" I ask cautiously.

She sighs, "Originally no. I remember when tia Renee came out, and we didn't talk to her for a couple years at least, and then I came out, and came home to dinner with Jessica, and they realized we're not different, just different preferences. Although I wish Lance would come out already, it's been 6 or 7 years since he realized he was bi."

"Really? 6 years?"

"Yup. What about you and your family? Are you accepting of the community?"

I snort, "Well, considering it's just me and my brother, and I've been out as gay since 7th grade, I'd say, yeah, we're pretty accepting."

"Are your parents not around?" her brow furrows as she sets out forks, I'm working on spoons.

"I… uh…."

"Rosa, no es genial preguntar sobre eso." (Rosa, not cool to ask about that.) Lance walks around the corner, dressed similarly to myself; an admiral colored v-neck sweater with a huge L on it that hugs him a little bit tighter than mine, but still loose, dark blue jeans with a white button up underneath, and dark brown loafers.

"¿Qué hay de malo en querer saber sobre su familia?" (What's so wrong about wanting to know about his family?) She asks, facing him.

"¿Recuerdas el accidente automovilístico justo afuera del apartamento, hace unos 7 años?" (Remember the car accident just outside the apartment, about 7 years ago?)

"Sí. ¿Qué hay de eso?" (Yeah. What about it?) I watch as the two siblings speak Spanish, only catching a few words here and there.

"Fueron los padres de Keith y su hermano en ese auto. Shiro es el único vivo del accidente y perdió su brazo derecho." (It was Keith's parents and brother in that car. Shiro is the only one alive from the accident, and he lost his right arm.)

"Oh. I'm sorry, Keith. I did-" she starts to say, turning to me, obvious regret and pity on her face. I hold up a hand to stop her, realizing what Lance said. "Don't worry about it. It was years ago." I finish placing the silverware and Rosa nod and leaves. I look over to Lance to say thanks, but stop short when I see a glimpse of his arm before there is sweater covering it. All I saw was blue writing. "What, Mullett?" Lance narrows his eyes. "S-sorry. Um..thanks, for telling her." I see a small flash of a smile, "No problem. Don't mention it." I just nod.

"Keith! Will you come here a second and help me?"

"Sure thing, Alicia." I walk into the kitchen, which she grabs my arm and takes me into the hallway outside the front door. "Let me tell you something about Lance."

"What?"

"Look, Lance doesn't just jump in and explain someone's past like that unless he's close to them. Yes, he talks about you a lot, and you guys have pretty much grown up together. But I suspect there's something more going on."

I swallow the hard lump in my throat, "Definitely not. There might have been something years ago, but not anymore. Whatever friendship we had is gone." She looks at me, her ocean blue eyes studying me. 'Just like Lance's. So that's where he gets them from.' "Hmm. Guess I was wrong." She smirks before heading inside, I follow quickly after. We sit down and eat, me being told to sit next to Lance, which makes it so that there are a lot of questions asked about me, hobbies, school work, etc. I get to meet all of the family that is there, turns out the 3 little once are actually neices and a nephew. Afterwards we hang out in the living area, just talking and hanging out. At one point, I ended up between Lance and Rosa, with Jessica on Rosa's other side, practically in her lap. This also makes Lance practically in my lap after every time he shifts. 'I never noticed how much he talks with his body.' About an hour later, I move to get up. "Well, it was really nice meeting you guys, but I better get home. It's getting late."

"You live downstairs, Mullet. No need to rush." Lance snorts.

"Lance. Walk Keith down to his apartment please." Alicia cuts in before I can reply.

"Fine." Lance stands up, groaning as he does so.

We're quiet on our walk down to the elevator. "So, why do you need to get home?"

"What?" I look at Lance.

"You heard me, why do you need to get home?"

"Oh, uh… I'm working on a project. I'm hoping to have it finished by Christmas, but it's big."

"Oh. Ok." We step out and walk to my apartment door. "Well, see you at school, Mullett." He begins to walk away, "Wait, Lance." He hums in response, but doesn't turn around. "Tell your mother, thank you. I appreciate it since I don't exactly have family."

"Was that it?"

"Well... yeah... Thank you, Lance." He grunts in response, and continues to the elevator. I turn my key in the lock and go inside my apartment. I check my phone, opting to leave it at home. There's 3 missed calls, and a text from Shiro

[Happy Thanksgiving little brother. Since you're not answering, I'm guessing you're too involved with your painting. If you don't tell him soon, I will expose both of you. Love ya. -Shiro]

I groan.

[Sorry. Ran into Lance and his mom at the store, and she invited me to their apartment for dinner. And by invited, I mean she gave me the 'I won't take no as an answer' look. Opted to leave my phone at home. And I plan on telling him at the party you're forcing me to go to. Happy Thanksgiving to you guys too. -Keith]

I put my phone back on my nightstand before changing and working on my project for a certain soulmate.

AN (post-chapter) - Thank you so much for reading. I hope you guys all have a safe and happy holiday!