Black and Blue

9 Days to Blizzard

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Keith pulled another pebble from his palm. This is so fucking stupid. He aimed and threw it at the second-floor window.

Click.

He let his hands drop to his sides as he looked around. Keith stood in Lance's snowy yard at the right side of the house, throwing rocks at his window. Keith knew he looked super suspicious, but he had to see Lance tonight. It had been two days since he saw him get slapped and he hasn't heard anything from him. Keith took in a frustrated breath and threw another rock.

Click.

You better open that damn window, you little shit. Keith scowled and wrapped his arms around himself as he checked to make sure no one saw him. After confirming that there wasn't anyone around, Keith turned his attention back to the window. He knelt back down with a huff and fished through the snow for another rock, ignoring his hesitant thoughts.

Click.

Keith waited a moment with his arm still raised, praying it would work. Then, a dim light turned on. Keith pumped a fist in the air. Yeah! He waited a moment for Lance to notice. Eventually, the window opened.

Lance leaned out into the cold winter night. From what Keith could see, Lance wore an oversized grey sweater that covered his palms, but showed off his collarbone. He blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the light and looking around.

Keith cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted a whisper, "Hey!"

Lance jumped at the sudden sound and finally noticed Keith. He chuckled at him, "What are you doing here?"

Keith shrugged and wore a nervous smile, "I wanted to see you."

The two shared a loving gaze until Lance perked up in realization, "You must be cold!"

Keith folded his arms and tucked his head into his red scarf, "A little, yeah."

Lance looked around the outside of the house, "Um...just-"

"Just what?" Keith cocked his head to the side in confusion.

Lance pulled back, "Go to the front door. I'll let you in." He closed the window without waiting for a response.

Keith trudged through the snow to the door and waited for Lance. Lance skipped down the white stairs and unlocked the large door. After opening it, Keith stepped in and pulled him into a kiss. When Lance pulled away, he held Keith's elbows and glanced around, making sure no one had seen him enter.

He turned back to Keith and whispered, "Follow me." Lance grabbed Keith's wrist and led him up the stairs and through the hallway.

It was too dark and Keith's eyes hadn't adjusted to it enough to get a good look around; so he had to keep close to Lance. After entering a room, he heard a door close behind him. His vision had cleared and he took in the view of Lance's room. It was smaller than Keith thought it would be; rectangular in shape; and very plain. The flat carpet was a dull grey and the walls were a lonely white. Under the long window, a grey and white bed sat unmade. To the left was a dark wooden bedside desk with only a skinny white lamp sitting in the middle. A dresser of the same wood was on the right wall and held a vase of blue flowers. In fact, the only colors Keith saw in the room were the blue flowers on the dresser and a blue pillow thrown on the floor. The walls were void of any artwork or pictures, which made it feel a lot colder than anything that held Lance should be.