Author's Note: I just wanted to throw a little something out there since I'm not done with my longer fic piece yet. I hope to have that posted soon. Right now, I hope you enjoy this!

Home Sweet Logan

Kendall was tired. If he had to sign one more autograph, do one more dance step, or give the same interview answer a hundred more times, he was going to lose it. His body felt heavy as he rode next to James in comfortable silence. The limosine had been late picking them up at the airport. When the car finally showed up, they'd found that the airline had "accidentally rerouted" his suitcase. It wouldn't have mattered so much if he hadn't had Logie's present in it. If either one of them was out of town without the other, they'd always pick up a little memento from the city where they'd visited. It was an unspoken "thing" between the young couple. After a patient James managed to calm his friend down, he tried to reason with him.

"Dude! Chill, Bro! I mean, we're back in the correct city, at least! We finally have our car and we're both tired. I wanna get back to my Carlitos as much as you want to get to Logie. Let's just go home and be with our guys. We've missed them. I know you have!" James made a crying face, imitating Kendall. "Waaaa, Logie! I miss my Logie! Where's my Logie! Hug, hug and kiss, kiss! Quite sickening, if you ask me, you big 'mo." James flexed his arm anticipating the blow that would follow. He was not disappointed.

Kendall balled up his fist and slammed it into James' shoulder. Like James had any room to talk. He'd heard him talking to Carlos on the phone every day and night. And when he wasn't talking to his boyfriend, he was texting him, or emailing him or sending him pictures of himself. Talk about being sickening!

"Ow, Kendall! Shit! I thought you were tired!" He rubbed his shoulder as Kendall grinned and put his arm around his taller friend as his way of apology.

"You're right, Bro. Let's just get home and be with our boys. Uh, sorry about that! I hope it doesn't leave a bruise."

"I hope not, either. You know how jealous Carlos can be. He'll assume I was messing around with some other guy. I swear, if you got me in trouble…!"

Kendall had to laugh at his band mate. The thought of him being in trouble with Carlos was funny to him. He could picture the tall muscular boy cowering in the corner before the little, hot and angry looking Latin boy.

"Wha powww!" he said, making the motion of cracking an imaginary whip. "Whi-i-i-ipped!" Kendall let out a laugh. He let go of James, taking a step back, sensing that it was payback time.

"I am not whipped! I just like to make life easier for myself. Is that a crime?" He moved aggressively towards Kendall when his phone rang. "Hey, Baby Boy! I've missed you."

"Wha powww!" Kendall teased his friend again. But this time, James' outstretched hand covered Kendall's entire face as he playfully pushed his friend's face away from him. A grinning Kendall hopped into the car letting his friends have some privacy for their conversation. Hearing them speak to each other made Kendall realize how much he ached for Logan. He had to see him as soon as possible. He would have called him but wanted to surprise his partner. Logan didn't know that the label had cut his publicity tour short by a day. James didn't want to wait to tell Carlos but he promised that neither he nor Carlos would say anything to Logan.

The car pulled up to Kendall and Logan's driveway and stopped. The driver opened Kendall's door and the tired pop star got out. He gathered his carry on, guitar, and backpack. He leaned in close to the car's closed window and waited. The tinted glass slowly opened as James sat looking up at him, smiling evilly.

"Yeeeeeeesssss? May I help you?"

Kendall played along. "Ahhh, yeah. I'll have a Number Two with a Coke and an ice cream sundae, hold the cream. Well, at least for now anyway! But when I get upstairs…" Kendall licked his lips in an exaggerated way.

"Gross! You nasty boy!" James exclaimed jumping out of character but laughing anyway. "I'll call you later?"

"How about tomorrow? I'm going to be busy with Logan as I'm sure you'll be involved with Carlitos. How 'bout you two come over for dinner tomorrow night? It'll give us all a chance to catch up away from the studio."

"That's sounds good. I'll have to check with Carlos but I don't see a problem."

Kendall smirked at his friend, putting on his sunglasses.

"I am NOT whipped!" James exclaimed.

The protest only made Kendall laugh out loud. "Whatever you say, Dude!" He moved in closer to the car's window. Lowering his voice in a conspiring way, he said, "And, ah, we don't have to mention what happened at that club last night. No need to upset the balls and chains, you know."

James immediately agreed. "A-men, Bro! My lips are sealed!" He motioned the sign for sealed lips, "zippering" his mouth closed.

"Cool!" He leaned in and gave James a quick peck on the lips. "See ya!"

James waved as he closed the car's window. The limo drove away and soon was out of sight.

Kendall walked to the house and opened the front door relieved to be home among his familiar surroundings. He put his items on the floor by the door and looked around. The house was clean and bright and immediately reminded him of his clean cut, cheery fiancé. The house was a reflection of them both but the "homey" stuff was mostly Logan. And he liked it that way, being reminded of the love of his life in every little thing that he saw. He grinned as he thought about Logan.

"Logie? Are you here, Baby?" he called out. No answer came. He walked to the kitchen and looked around. No Logan. He headed to the stairs and climbed up to the second floor. He peeked his head into their shared office. "Logan?" This room was also empty. He furrowed his brow wondering where his partner could be.

"Ooooohhhh…"

Kendall heard a voice. The moan he heard sounded like it may have been someone in pain. He was immediately concerned for Logan's safety and well-being. If his fiancé was in pain or ill, he needed to know what to do to make him better. He would take care of him no matter what it required. He walked to the master bedroom where he heard it again, only a little louder this time. Oh, God, Logie! Please be alright.

Kendall, quietly and slowly, opened the door that had been left slightly ajar. He peeked in on their bedroom and was surprised at the sight before him. He was immediately glad that he'd arrived home when he did. Logan needed his help – badly.