A/N: Hello! I'm so sorry that I'm now a terrible Kames writer and BTR shipper. I kind of just dropped them after the show... but winterschild11 is always reminding me about them, urging me and encouraging me to fight my writer's block on everything BTR and get something out. I started on the Kames drabbles but I haven't updated it in a long time. Sigh. So I'm trying with this new story, something I've had in mind for awhile but have been too lazy to get it started. Idk, we'll see where it goes. I'm pretty excited because I'm writing it in Kendall's POV. So, shall we hope for the best that this continues? I actually have faith in myself this time lol. This is all for you winterschild11! I know you're probably tired of me but I'll finish this for you. :)

Me And My Brothers

Chapter 1: The Beginning

The beginning of it all began thirteen years ago.

I was 3, Logan was 4, and James and Carlos 5. Our parents wanted us to walk the same paths as they did and by that I mean they wanted us four to grow up together like they all had. I mean, their plan worked but I think that's kind of a weird goal to want to set for your children. Either way, like I said, it worked.

They threw us an overnight (mind you, I was THREE when this took place...see why it's weird?) every week so we'd alternate houses. It went like this: The first Friday of the month was at Logan's house. The second Friday was at mine, then James', then Carlos', and then repeat. This went on (but never stopped) until by the time was 6, I recognized these three other boys as my family, as my older brothers.

It's actually kind of funny on how well we get along despite us not knowing our parent's intentions. Of course they've already told us as I'm personally telling you myself. Although I was severely confused, I couldn't be mad at my mom. I was happy they did that to us, otherwise I don't think the strong bond we have now would have ever been created.

They're my older brothers. We've been through everything together. And trust when I say 'everything'. Our beginning was only the beginning of our prologue. Let me explain.

We all have our unique talents. James is the musical one. His voice is sweeter than honey, drenched in the sweet substance. I remember at times when I couldn't fall asleep and he would sing to me. Even as a child his voice was a magnetic lure that hypnotized me and put me to a sweet muddle sleep. He's also a great actor having been in many leads in our school plays. I love Carlos and Logan to death, but I've always had a soft spot for James.

Carlos is the mischievous joker of the group, the King of pranks our Latino is. Carlos is quite the character. He's bubbly one minute and then fierce and out of control the next. I love 'Los but his energy is out of this world. Luckily sports and Logan are the only ones that subside him. Carlos, despite his height, played center in basketball, crushed his through soccer, is the king of the court at tennis, tears the rink up with hockey, and demolishes a mean volley ball. He swam as well but the season is over for that with Fall coming in place.

Logan is Carlos' exact opposite. As stated above, Carlos is the rowdy and extroverted one while Logan is extra introverted and more focused on his books than sports. Even as kids those two have always been Night and Day. It wasn't a surprise to me or James for that matter when they came out as a couple. Logan is serious but has a rare side of humor he only shows to us. He's the number one top student, been that way since first grade. I love Logan because there's something empowering about him. At one glance, he's your ordinary nerd. But in my eyes there's a different view. Logan can be just as fierce as Carlos if need be. I've seen and it's terrifying. He doesn't take shit from anyone and he embraces his nerdiness yet, in a classy way. Yes, Logan is classy. Although he hates when I use 'classy' when he tells me it leans more towards 'formal'. Either way, classy is going to get him into Harvard or Yale some day.

And then there's me. Kendall. I've been told I'm the 'baby brother' of the group. Which I guess is true, I am the youngest. As for me, I love a little bit of everything. I played hockey for awhile but stopped because without my older brothers it wasn't fun. I sang in our school choir but quit because I wasn't feeling it like how I knew James did. My love for books doesn't come close with Logan's but I can still knock one out in a span of two days. To be honest, I express myself through writing. Poems, rhymes, journalism, etc. I also love to shop.

Before I get too much further I should put some important details out in the air. Logan and myself are gay while James and Carlos are bisexual. It was just something I knew from deep down in my heart so I never tried to change myself up. I was worried about how the guys would take it but my worrying was put to rest when they accepted me and even shared their sexuality. We were 12, 13, and 14 respectively at the time. Now, moving on.

As we grew, my feelings for James grew as well. He had transformed into a sex Greek god on muscled legs. He began to work out so his body formed into a taut physic with a six pack at the age of 15. By the time he hit 18, James was a walking mouth watering tease. His entire wardrobe changed with his body which no longer worked a six pack but a delicious eight pack. I would know how? Because I've seen him shirtless countless of times. You wouldn't even come close to understanding how much torture that was for me.

His biceps were thick and bulged every time he lifted his arms. He usually wore dark black denim jeans that hugged his firm ass (I can talk about his ass all day, yum...) and long, muscled legs heavenly. Tight V-neck shirts was all he wore, or just a plain white crisp t-shirt that was always spotless clean.

And his eyes, oh god his eyes. They smother me into a melty pile of oblivion whenever they're focused on me. And that happened a lot. Luckily, as I grew older, I began to conceal my reactions to him better and better. Now when James looks at me, I'm still calm and collected on the outside instead of blushing wildly like I used to. But my beating heart continues to speed up, making my chest throb and my lungs stutter. As it always does when James looks at me.

I should really get over him, I'm such a girl when it comes to him. He's not into me, I'll always be his 'baby brother' and nothing more. Even though I've come to accept my position and move on, it still hurts to see him with others. And while I should be used to it since he has someone different every other day, I'm not. It's just a constant reminder that I'll never be one of those people he picks up.

I still love him though. I've finally admitted that to myself over the growing years. I love James and it's true. It's always been true, ever since we were kids. He's always been oblivious and I've always been too shy to confess. Some things never change.

Like Carlos. He's still energetic, even more than when he was a kid. He decided to only stick with one sport seriously and that was hockey. He, from time to time, will still go out and have a game of basketball or tennis when he could, but hockey would always be his first love. Scratch that, his second love. Logan is his first.

They've been together ever since coming out and are still growing strong after all these years. Logan is still the bookworm, the nerd, but he's not to be triffled with. Even if he and I are the shortest ones (Carlos had shot up in height shocking us all), he's still prepared to knock heads in.

Just like Carlos.

Just like James.

Not like me though. Because I'm the so called reason why they have to knock heads in. And you'd be surprised on how many they knock. Why am I the reason? I'll tell you why.

As time changes, we change too. And despite me being the baby, I changed as well. Surprisingly well. By no means am I trying to sound cocky because that's the last thing I feel about my drastic change. I hadn't talked about it, but as a child, I was pretty tiny. Everything on me was tiny except my nose. I had a Pinocchio nose and I'm the most honest in the group. Oh, I also had thick ass eye brows. I still do but it fits me now. Even my nose. People tell me it's the cutest nose they've ever seen. Again, I'm not trying to sound biased about my features.

It's just that... I became attractive. Not like James' attractive but like beautiful attractive. Have you ever seen pictures of Alex Pettyfer when he was a young model? Or Jeremy Sumpter when he played in Peter Pan? It's that kind of male attractiveness. Yes, I believe there are different types of male attractiveness. James is the sexy, greek god one. Carlos is the rough Latino hunk, Logan I think is more like me with our softer features and delicate body built.

Neither one of us had a chance with height but he still had two inches over me. Being short never bothered me but these feminine features I've got going on... now that's an issue. Not for me but at the same time for me... if that makes sense.

I never paid attention to my looks but others had begun to. I started to get whistled at as I walked by, girls began to give me flirty smiles, guys would wink. I was shocked to say the least, but what shocked me the most was the reactions James, Carlos, and Logan had.

It was like there was a switch or something in all of them. When I had told them about a run in with a guy who gave me his number and showed the proof on a small crinkled white slip of paper, their expressions had turned thunderous.

James had snatched the paper from me in a blink of an eye. "What the hell?" he growled as he glared at the paper, reading the digits. Logan had stood up from the table (because at the time were eating dinner) and came over to me, checking me over with a frown.

Carlos was demanding to know if I had called the guy and when I told him no he had gave some nod of approval. "Good, he was a perv." Logan stated after he finished my short unnecessary check up.

"Shred that shit." Carlos nodded disgustingly at the paper in James' hand. I stilled, like prey caught in a hunter's trap, when James locked his smoldering hazel eyes on me.

"I'm calling him." he said quietly. We were all silent for a moment before I stood up, brushing against Logan as I did so.

"What? I don't know what's wrong with you guys but this guy didn't do anything wrong-"

Loud scoffs filled the room and covered the rest of my words which I swallowed, eyes wide.

"Nothing wrong my ass." James grumbled before shoving himself up and heading towards the front door. At the time we were at his house but all of our houses were all of our homes at this point. We still have our sleepovers till this day even though our parents said we didn't have to anymore. I couldn't go to sleep even if I could in my own bed on the third Friday when I'm normally under James' roof.

I watched with wide confused eyes as the three of them left me alone in the dining room. I heard the back door slam open and close. What had just happened?

I was 14 at the time. That was two years ago. I now know the answer. Because my older brothers had saw the drastic change in me and knew I'd be in danger for being such a 'cute twink' as James puts it. I remember one of our nights, we were at my house, and we had made a vow. We were 7,8, and 9. We made a vow to be each other's brothers and protect one another. We still stick by it but there was another vow that I was not present for. Since I was the last one to realize I had become attractive, they all vowed to specifically protect me.

From what? Other guys trying to get my number. Other guys flirting with me, trying to ask me out on dates. And when I say try, I do mean try. They try and they fail because I have three older protective brothers always standing guard in front of me.

Here's the beginning. Sigh.