I had a whole lot of fun writing the one shots for Big Time One Shots in November and after recently rereading them I've decided to try my hand at some more. The guys are so easy to write about. I'm going to try to write one shot a week, maybe more, but I'll do my absolute best to not write less. I've got two other BTR stories and an HP story going on, so this isn't going to be my first priority by any stretch of the imagination. This isn't going to last forever, but as of right now I'm not sure how many I'll do. If you have any suggestions or wishes please let me know! I don't do slash, but I do do brotherly love.

The Uninvited Guest

He had been re-reading that month's Hockey magazine when there was a knock on the door. Gustavo had given the guys a day off and Kendall had wanted to use it to be as lazy as possible. That meant not answering the apartment door. But, no one else was home. And the knock came again.

"Coming," Kendall sighed. He tossed his magazine to the side and got up from the orange couch. "Patience!" He exclaimed when there was another knock.

Looking through the peephole he didn't recognize the man standing in the hall. He could be a door-to-door salesman, though Bitters has put up a No Soliciting Policy in The Palm Woods. He could be paparazzi, but Big Time Rush's crazy fan Winnie took care of all that. Her reputation (and the recruiting of some of her friends) had permanently scared the paps from The Palm Woods. Instead of contemplating anymore, Kendall decided to open the door.

"Kendall."

Kendall didn't know what to say. He couldn't believe this man was standing in front of him. If it was in fact who he thought it was.

"Dad?"

He didn't know what to do. He hadn't seen this man since he was in elementary school, was it age 8 or 9? He and Katie had received a few Christmas and Birthday cards, but that's it. He looked a lot like an older version of Kendall with Katie's coloring.

"I saw you and your band on TV and thought about how much I missed you."

"And you didn't miss me before?" Kendall wanted to slam the door in his face, but something prevented him from doing so.

"I want to have a relationship with you."

"Me or my money?" Kendall mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, um, come in." He could kick himself for that. He didn't want his dad in his home. He wanted him to leave, disappear, and never come back.

"This is a really nice place you've got here. Ooh, a swirly slide!"

"That was Carlos's idea."

"Carlos? Is he your boyfriend?" Mr. Knight sat down on the orange couch.

Kendall gave him a look. "I'm not gay. He's one of my best friends and a member of the band. But of course you don't know that since you haven't been around."

"I know. I'm a bad dad." You could say that again. "But I want to make it up to you."

"No! You can't just come here and decide everything's fine. You've been gone for ten years—absolutely no presence. Things are not fine."

"Kendall—"

"No. Don't. How did you even find me here anyway? Is my address listed on some stars of Hollywood map or something?"

"No…"

"Well, whatever. I don't know why I let you in here. I don't want to see you."

"Don't be like that, son."

"Son? You think you can just call me son? You may have provided DNA and genes and whatnot, but you have not been a father. You don't deserve to call me son."

"I send cards—"

"Yeah, the last one being a Christmas card when I was 12. Do you know how old I am? I'm 18 and Katie, if you even remember her, she's 13."

"Baby Katie," Mr. Knight sighed. "How is she?"

"Good. Da—um, why are you here?"

"Because I miss you."

"Ha!" Kendall laughed in his face.

"And I think you're going about this whole boy band thing all wrong."

"What?"

"Yeah, get rid of this Gustavius guy and I can make your career go far."

"Get out!" Kendall pointed to the door.

"Kendall, give me a ch—"

"No. I don't want to have anything to do with someone as sleazy as you."

"You don't know what you're saying."

"I think I do." Kendall picked up his ringing phone. "Yes. OK. See you in a bit." He turned to his dad. "Jo, my girlfriend, invited me to the pool so we can leave the crib together. I don't ever want to see you again."

"You don't mean that. I love you."

"You mean you love my money!"

"Kendall—"

"Go!" Kendall thrust the door open and pointed into the hall. He didn't want to touch him, but he'd push his so called father out if he had to. "I don't even have access to my money until I'm 21." He could smack himself for saying that. His dad would just be back in four years.

"You're making a big mistake."

"Let me make that mistake, then."

Kendall stepped outside the door and then beckoned his father to follow him.

"You didn't change into your suit," Mr. Knight pointed out.

Kendall rolled his eyes. "I'm meeting Jo at the pool. I didn't say I was getting in the pool. Not that you deserve an explanation or anything," he added.

"I am your father, young man!"

"Oh please. We've already been through this. You're no more my father than I am the king of Egypt." Kendall pressed the elevator button and immediately the doors opened. "I don't know how you found out where I live but I'd love it if you forgot it."

"Kendall—"

"No."

"I want a relationship with you."

"No, you don't. You want a relationship with my fame and my money. Don't you think it's just a bit suspicious that you have nothing to do with me until one day after I am a part of a world famous gold record selling boy band?"

"I love you."

"You leave now peacefully and I won't tell Mom or Katie you were here. I'm sure Mom would love to hear that her dirt bag scum of an ex-husband showed up out of the blue to swindle her son. Oh, look, we're at the lobby. You go that way," Kendall pointed toward the exit, "I go this way," he pointed towards the pool, "and neither of us speak to each other ever again."

Kendall stepped towards the pool area hoping his father headed out of the exit. He didn't turn around to see. He didn't want to see. He didn't want to have anything to do with his father ever again. He knew why his mom left him and he wasn't going to form some relationship with the guy just to get burned in the end with no home, no career, and no money.

I think the ending took on a life of its own. It kept growing and growing. I thought I'd reach the end and more stuff would write itself. Hope you enjoyed it.