A/N: So, I got this idea while doing to the dishes tonight, and figured it was a good plot line, and that I just HAD to write it! I hope you all love it!
Disclaimer: I do not own BTR, or anything that goes along with it.
Warnings: Language, rated M for later chapters, and sadness.
All I Want For Christmas is Kendall Knight
Everyone knows that, sometimes, life doesn't go as planned, and when it doesn't, it can be a god-awful mess. Pulling up the collar of his black wool pea coat, Carlos Garcia shuttered against the cold New York air, his tears almost freezing on his cheeks.
"Fuck Jett Stetson!" Had become the Latino's mantra. He had given his heart to the bastard, and he had taken it and chewed it up like a rabid dog, not thinking twice about it. He felt like a child's play toy, being opened on Christmas and forgotten by the next day. It had been a whilwind romance, starting in October, and ended on Thanksgiving. Carlos had wanted to wait to have sex. He viewed intamacy as a sacred act performed by two people who were madly in love with eachother. Call him old fashioned, but it was his belief, an admirable one at that. No one had ever questioned him on it. No one had ever tried. Until Jett. He had met Jett at a party, the two hitting it off immediately and went out on their first date the next day. Jett had been a gentleman to say the least, opening every door for Carlos, pulling out his chair at dinner, paid for the meal, and Carlos felt himself falling fast. Those blue eyes pierced through his very soul, warming his heart and caused a never ending smile to play on his lips.
They had had the conversation about sex. Carlos had explained to him that he wanted to wait until they were both ready to take it to the next level. He had warned him that sex equaled commitment, not if's and's or but's. Jett had ferverently agreed with him, and they kissed for hours, just cherishing each other. Carlos was on a natural high from his boyfriend and he felt fearless, like as long as he and Jett were together, anything was possible. But then...
Carlos choked back a sob, fresh tears tracking down his cheeks.
"Why?" Was all he whispered. His feet carried him down Main Street, not knowing where he was going, and not really giving a damn. He looked up at the sky, watching as feather light flakes of snow cascaded down from the vibrantly blue heavens. Had it been any other day, and if he wasn't so damn depressed, he would have stuck his tongue out to catch the flakes. Another strong wind ripped through him, making the tails of his scarf whip across his face. He looked away, shielding himself against the intense onslought of frigid wind, and found himself facing a coffee shop.
"Capresso's" He read out loud. Coffee. Coffee sounded amazing right now! He quickly crossed the concrete, and retreated to the warm interior of the cafe. As soon as he entered, he smoothed down his scarf, and shook the snow out of his hair. He looked around the room, seeing a few fellow students from Hartwick college, either engrosed in a book, laptop or cell phone, sipping at their coffee. The shop was warm and inviting, and he felt an odd sense of peace roll over him. There was nothing like a good cup of coffee to wash away a bad case of the blues.
"Hey, buddy, what can I getcha?" A soft voice invited from over by the counter. Carlos snapped his head to look in that direction, and his breath caught in his throat. There, standing and smiling at him, was perhaps one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen.
"Ugh...What did you say?" Carlos stuttered, knowing full well what he said, he just needed to hear that voice again.
Get a hold of yourself! You just got dumped! Carlos screamed at himself inside his head.
"You're new here, aren't ya?" The blonde asked, smirking ever so slightly.
"Yeah. That obvious, am I?" Carlos asked sheepishly, returning the smirk. He walked fully up to the counter, and if it all possible the young man's beauty tripled upon closer expection. He had vibrant green eyes that made Carlos wonder what he ever saw in Jett's blue ones. His hair was swept over his forehead, and had prominant gold highlights with subtle brunette undertones, his body slim but evidently very built under his fitted clothes and apron. His smile was soft and inviting, and made Carlos want to trust him instantly.
"No, I just have this thing where I remember faces and names, and I would definitely know if you came into my coffee house before."
Was he flirting?
Carlos felt like a fish out of water, not knowing what to say, and briefly forgetting how to breathe.
"I'm Carlos." He said lamely, mentally cursing himself.
"Good to meet you, Carlos, I'm Kendall. So what can I getcha?" Kendall leaned against the counter.
"Ummm. Can you make a hazelnut cappuccino? Biggest you got?"
"Coming right up!" Kendall grabbed a cup and spun around, pumping syrup into the bottom of the styrofoam cup. While packing the grounds, he asked,
"Double shot of espresso? You look like you need a boost, and I don't have anything stronger."
"Sure. But why would you say that?" Carlos shifted uncomfortably on his feet. How could this stranger read him so well?
"You've been crying. Girlfriend troubles?" He shouted over the loud hiss of the steam frothing the milk. Carlos looked around, relieved to see no one was paying attention. He reached up and touched his wet cheeks, then hurridly wiped them dry. He hadn't even realized that he had forgotten to do that before walking in here. Kendall proved to be a distraction like no one else he has ever met.
"Sorry. No, boyrfriend troubles. I just got dumped over a text message this morning." Carlos spoke before he realized what he was saying, spilling his problems to a man het met five minutes ago. Carlos met Kendall's gaze, and if Carlos wasn't mistaken, he saw a hint of giddiness in those mossy green orbs. Was he happy that Carlos was gay?
"What a dick! Pardon my french, but wow! That sucks! Now I'm really sorry I have nothing stronger." Kendall handed him the steaming cup of brew, cinnamon dusted over the froth. Carlos smiled widely and chuckled,
"Don't worry about it, coffee is way better than alcohol and it doesn't make me puke my guts out. This is just fine, Kendall." Carlos brought the cup to his lips, sipping the contents. As soon as the warm liquid hit his tongue, his eyes rolled back, and he groaned loudly.
"Damn. How could he have dumped you? Judging by that moan, I'd take you as explosive under the sheets."
Carlos instantly felt a warm rush in his cheeks, a blush creeping up his neck.
"Sorry dude, I'm anything but shy." Kendall smiled at the blushing boy across from him, but what he didn't expect was to see new tears glistening in those beautiful brown eyes. Carlos looked away, trying to get a grip on his emotions. He refused to cry in front of this man.
"Sorry, ummmm, how much for the coffee?" Carlos reached into his back pocket for his wallet. Kendall held out his hand in refusal.
"On the house, man! I am so sorry if I offened you by that comment, I honestly didn't mean for it to, I just wanted to hear you laugh again. Forgive me?" Kendall pleaded, hoping he didn't hurt the kid.
"Don't worry about it, seriously. I'm just...going through a lot right now. But how much for the coffee, I really want to pay for it."
"No, I refuse to take your money. If for nothing else, consider it a welcome to Capresso's!"
Carlos finally nodded, and put his wallet away, admitting defeat.
"Thanks for the coffee! It is really good, and I will be back. It was great to meet you, Kendall." Carlos stuck his hand out for the blonde to shake.
"Great to meet you too, Carlos, and I will see you around!" Kendall shot the raven haired man a bright smile. Carlos started walking out the door, but stopped when he heard Kendall call after him.
"By the way, when you are ready to talk, I am an awesome listener."
Carlos smiled widely, nodded, and walked back out into the cold that was upstate New York in the winter.
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