Confetti Falling

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or anything in relation to the show, the band or the guys themselves. This is my imagination put into words.

Logan was frantically running backwards and forwards in his bedroom as he tried to pack everything he needed for his short trip to Los Angeles when his phone started blaring. He tossed a pair of shoes onto the bed where his suitcase was and then answered it, seeing it was his mother on the line. "Hi, Mom," he sighed.

"All packed and ready, honey?"

"Nearly there, I just need to fit in a few more things."

"Logan, you don't need five pairs of shoes."

"Mom! Please, I only packed two..."

"And the ones on your feet right now?"

"Mom," Logan whined.

His mother's laugh on the other end of the line made him smile.

"I'm only teasing you."

"I know, I just really need to make sure I have everything."

"It's only for a few days... Unless you get the job of course," his mother clarified.

"That's the plan."

Humming in agreement Joanna asked, "Who's doing the interview?"

"The General Manager himself, I'm so lucky," Logan joked sarcastically.

"I'm sure it will be fine, Logan. Do you know anything about him? Sometimes that helps."

"Apart from the fact that he basically single-handedly won the Palmwoods Hotel its five-star rating, what else do I need to know? This guy must be so driven."

His mother chuckled. "Is that a bad thing?"

"No! But how intimidating is he going to be?"

"Logan Mitchell, you have been a registered doctor for three years now, everyone at the hospital loves you and you are respected amongst some of the longest serving practitioners in this state! And you're only twenty-four years old! Whatever he's done, you can and will win him over." Obvious pride was dripping from her every word.

Lowering himself onto the bed, Logan rubbed his free hand over his face. He knew that his mother was right, he knew that he had achieved so much in a short amount of time because of his boosted intellect and although he was grateful for the position he had at the memorial hospital in his area of Minnesota he desperately just wanted to try something new. So when he had overheard a few of his co-workers talking about a new health clinic opening up inside one of LA's most prestigious Hotel's he jumped at the chance to be its leading man.

It was a farfetched idea by all means, but something had made Logan decide to send in an application anyway.

He never really expected to get a call back, and it had surprised the hell out of him and his mother alike when it happened. Yet here he was, preparing himself to fly into the glamour state of the nation hoping to change his life more dramatically than he ever would have thought possible.

God, I hope this turns out.

"I just want to make a good impression, Mom," Logan wondered aloud, flopping back onto the mattress.

"I know, honey, and you will. Nothing is stopping you. Go in there and be yourself. He won't be able to say no to you."

Feeling the nerves start to creep up on him, Logan relented. "Thanks, I'll try my best. I know how much you want me to succeed in life."

"I just want you to be happy, Logan. I'm proud of you for taking such a bold step. Your father would be too..." she sniffled a little at the end.

"I miss him too, Mom. Every day." he frowned when he heard his mother's quiet sob.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." Logan waited for her to calm down without responding. "You're sure you don't need a ride to the airport?"

"No, I've booked a cab and it should be here"— he lifted his wrist to peek at his watch,—"in just under twenty minutes. I really should finish packing; I can't believe I'm running so late."

"Don't frazzle yourself; I'll let you go so you have enough time. Good luck, and have a safe flight. Let me know when you've landed, alright?"

"Got it, Mom. And thanks...for everything."

"You're my son, I'll always support you. Now go!"

Logan laughed and sat back up. "Love you, talk to you soon."

"Love you too!" his mother declared before hanging up.

Not having time to waste another second, Logan started moving around again, throwing the last items he'd gathered haphazardly into the spaces left in his suitcase. When he was as confident as he could be he made sure his wallet and phone were safely stowed in his pockets and then headed downstairs to wait on the curb for his taxi.

The flight felt like it had taken forever when really it was only a few hours; Logan was lucky enough to have a spare seat next to him and he'd let himself sprawl out and try to get a hold on the nerves that had somehow managed to consume him. He'd asked the hostess to bring him a cup of anything alcoholic and sipped at it slowly while his mind ran through everything that he had to do before the day was out.

Being the type of person to not go into anything unprepared, Logan had of course formulated answers to any and every question under the sun that he thought may come up in his interview. He also had a lot of his own questions that needed to be addressed because the listing for the job really didn't provide that much information into what duties he would be carrying out.

These things along with how much his life would change if he was offered the position distracted him until the pilot announced that they were making their descend into Los Angeles.

Logan glanced down at his watch, now sitting in the back of yet another cab with his luggage as he was driven through the city to his final destination. His meeting with who would hopefully soon be his new boss was at 4 o'clock sharp, which gave him roughly three hours to eat and get ready before having to head down to the third floor where the guy's office was located.

"This your first time in our beautiful city?"

Logan jumped in his seat as the driver's voice broke him out of his reverie.

"Ah, no," he cleared his throat, "I've been here before, but this time is different."

The other man chuckled lightly. "Really now? Why's that?"

"This trip could change my life, I've got a job interview this afternoon and I really need it to go well and I really had a good thing going for me back home so if this doesn't work out I don't know what I'll do!" He had no idea what possessed him to share that much information with this complete stranger and hoped the guy wouldn't pull over and make him get out before they got to the hotel.

To his surprise the man in front only smiled at him in the rear view mirror and asked what he did for a living. "A doctor huh? You got nothin' to worry about then, I'm sure you know exactly what you're doing." He smiled again and Logan couldn't help but suddenly notice that his companion was slightly older but not exactly ugly.

Averting his eyes from the cool blue ones that were still occasionally looking back at him, Logan tried to stop the blush that was creeping up his neck. "I hope so," he replied quietly more to himself.

The rest of the drive was mostly silent which Logan was grateful for, he couldn't afford to get distracted today no matter how friendly his present company appeared to be. One thing that Logan had never been ashamed to hide was his sexuality; he was openly gay and had so far not experienced any significant prejudice from others because of it.

All the people he encountered in his life were supportive and Logan was very grateful for that fact. Although he hadn't dated anyone for the better part of almost two years, mostly because he was so busy with his shifts at the hospital, he had recently decided that he needed to start trying again eventually.

Logan's thoughts were cut short as the car pulled into the driveway of the Palmwoods Hotel; he marvelled at the extravagance of it, pointedly noting that the pictures he'd seen on the internet did not do it justice whatsoever. Once they were stopped, he paid the man for the trip and tipped him generously and then got out to shakily retrieve his luggage from the trunk.

You can do this, Mitchell. Grow a pair and move your ass inside.

Swallowing down his anxiety attack he purposefully walked past the doormen and straight up to the marble slated concierge desk after leaving his luggage with the porter. The receptionist speaking seriously into the phone on the other side could have been a model by Logan's standards; she had long, free flowing blonde hair that fell in curls just past her shoulders and was dressed immaculately. Something about her eyes was comforting though, so he stood patiently and waited until she finished.

"Hello, and welcome to the Palmwoods Hotel," she smiled, as she placed the phone back on its holder. "My name is Jo, how may I help you?"

Logan cleared his throat and offered her a warm smile back. Definitely something about her.

"Ah, I'm here for a job interview with the general manager—"

"Are you Dr. Logan Mitchell?" she cut in abruptly.

"I-I am," Logan stuttered, being slightly caught off guard by her change in tone. She now seemed somewhat frazzled. "Is something wrong?" he asked cautiously.

"No... I mean yes..." she rambled as she rummaged about on her desk and reached for her phone again.

He stepped closer and managed to see her press the number 1 on the phone's keypad before she looked back up at him.

"One moment please, sir."

Logan nodded, bewildered, and honed his senses to listen into the phone call. He hoped he hadn't made a mistake in the days he was supposed to come or that he'd missed an email notifying him that the position had been filled. Watching on worriedly he resigned himself to studying the quiet lobby.

He turned around once Jo's voice began speaking into the receiver and looked on questioningly, feeling like a small boy who was trying to understand what two adults were arguing about.

"I have Dr. Mitchell in the foyer, sir," she stated in a hushed voice. "Yes, he's just arrived. Would you like me to send him up to you?" Logan's eyes widened like saucers, he watched her murmur in agreement a few more times as she scribbled something down. "I'll send him on his way now then, sir, is there anything else?" After a muffled reply the phone call was ended.

"Is there some kind of problem?" Logan asked hesitantly, he really did not want to receive any bad news.

"Not quite Dr. Mitchell," Jo replied calmly, "we've just had to move your interview up considerably because a major water issue has popped up on level eleven that needs the GM's attention once the maintenance guys show up."

Clearing his head of the scenarios he'd come up with he absorbed what she said. "Oh, I see."

"Yes, I'm afraid, unfortunately, that he requests to see you immediately in his office on the third floor. I'm sorry to put you on the spot like this after your flight but under these circumstances..." She trailed off looking very sympathetic with her half smile.

Logan gulped and stared down at his feet. He could feel the temperature rising under his black sweater and desperately wanted to take it off. Having some time to prepare himself in his room had been the only thing keeping Logan calm the whole trip there and now that it was being taken away from him he wasn't sure how he would be able to manage this.

"Dr. Mitchell?"

He met Jo's concerned eyes and tried to force a smile onto his face. "Yes, I'm alright. I'm happy to do the interview now."

WHAT! His subconscious screamed at him. You can't do this now; you'll be a tongue tied wreck. Give up Logan. Give. Up. NOW.

"Oh shut up!" he whispered at himself, not wanting to be seem a pansy in front of Jo, who had by now walked around to his side and was leading him towards a set of elevators. He was surprised when she got in beside him and pressed the button for the third floor.

As the doors closed in front of them she turned to him and chuckled quietly. "I hope he chooses you," she commented lightly.

"Why?" Logan blurted out in response.

Jo looked at him quizzically and moved out into the corridor once the elevator had stopped. "You seem more down to earth and friendly than all the other applicants..."

"There have been others?"

"Of course," she stated mildly as if it was obvious, and headed to the right someway before pausing near a plain dark wooden door. "You'll do great, I'm sure of it." She touched his shoulder and then knocked twice before peering inside.

Logan heard someone thank her and rubbed his hands down his front to check that he was presentable enough. Reaching for the door knob after Jo had smiled and retreated down the hallway, he pushed the door open and took one single step inside before closing it behind himself; his eyes were nervously frozen to the royal blue carpet covering the floor.

"Ah, Dr. Mitchell, I've been expecting you," the voice was smooth and formal.

Logan forced himself to look up and face his future employer and almost fell backwards when he did.

Oh my God. He is fucking gorgeous.

A/N: Whelp, this is something new I've decided to try. Let me know what you think so far... I kept the meeting of Logan and the "GM" as a cliffhanger on purpose. I have in mind who I want it to be, but I am leaving it up to you, my readers! Leave me a review on who you'd like to see there (either Carlos, Kendall or James obviously) and I will happily go with the most popular choice. I imagine this story will make it up to at least 6 chapters if people want me to continue. Thanks for reading and I will try and update soon! CA