A/n: Alrighty, this takes place after the honeymoon. Casey has graduated from Culinary school and is working part-time at a local bakery and Kendall is getting ready to leave for tour.

Casey sighed dramatically as she looked at the clock. Kendall had promised he'd be home no later than nine so that he could sample some of the desserts she had been making at her new job. He was leaving for three months Saturday morning and the label had given them Friday off so that they could prepare for the tour lifestyle. Casey stood up from the kitchen table and slammed her phone down. It was after midnight and there was no call or anything from Kendall. She pulled the trashcan out of the pantry and tossed the Napoleon puff pastry into the trash. The pastry cream had seeped into the dough and made it soggy; there was no point in saving it anymore. She began putting up the rest of the desserts she had made when she heard some commotion outside the front door.

"Un-fucking-believable," she said when she heard Kendall slurring his words. She quickly opened the door to find Logan fiddling with Kendall's keys, attempting to sneak inside.

"Hey Case," he smiled, oblivious that she was furious. "I figured you'd be sleeping so I was just going to bring him in. Come on, big guy," he said helping Kendall stand up straight.

"Hey pretty lady," Kendall muttered to Casey, the stench of alcohol filling her nostrils. "Logan, did you get a prostitute for me?"

"Uh, he's pretty out of it," Logan laughed, handing Kendall over to Casey.

"What the fuck happened?" she demanded. "We had plans tonight."

"Oh," Logan said, clearly unaware. "We finished up at the studio early and we went to have a few drinks." Casey cocked an eyebrow. "And a few turned into a lot and here we are," Logan smiled before stepping back out of her range, not wanting to get slapped. "Goodnight guys," he quickly scurried off to the cab that was waiting in the driveway.

"You're really beautiful," Kendall said resting his head on Casey's shoulders.

"Yeah, and you're really fucking stupid." She began dragging him through the house to their bedroom. "I mean, you know how hard I worked on all those desserts and you didn't even let me know you were going out." She tossed Kendall on the bed and went to get him a t-shirt to change into.

"Listen here," Kendall said sitting up slowly, "I'm a grown ass man. I can do whatever the fuck I want with my friends. You don't have a say so whatsoever." He pointed at her and gave her a smirk.

"If you weren't drunk, I'd slap you," she scoffed, returning to the side of the bed where she began to undress Kendall. She easily got his plaid shirt off but when it came to her undoing his belt and zipping down his pants, he slapped her hands away. "Stop it, Kendall."

"You stop it," he huffed. She ignored his plea and returned to taking off his pants. "I said stop it!" he screamed. "I don't know what kind of person you are but do you see this?" he held his left hand up in her face. "See it? That's a wedding ring, missy. I'm a married man and if you think that just because I'm drunk, I'll have sex with you, you're absolutely wrong." He shook his hand a few more times before bringing it down to his pants. "I'll just take these off myself," he said quietly, struggling with the zipper.

"Hey," Casey said trying not to laugh, "I'm married too," he looked up at her and she was showing him her left ring finger. "I'm not trying to get in your pants," she said sweetly, "but you seem to be having difficulty getting your jeans off. If I promise to stay away from your crotch, can I help pull them off?" Every ounce of anger Casey had towards Kendall for missing their evening had faded when she saw how adamant he was about not hooking up with her.

"Umph, I guess," he said sighing and lifting his hips as she pulled the parts down by his ankles. She fell backwards with a thud as his pants came rocketing off, leaving Kendall in just a pair of briefs. "And no undressing me with your eyes either," he said standing up to pull down the bed sheets. "I'll have you know, my wife is very protective of me and if she knew you were her right now, she'd probably kick your ass."

"Oh yeah?" Casey said tossing Kendall the shirt.

"Yeah," he stated back, settling into bed, not bothering to put the shirt on.

"Well, I guess I'll just let myself out so that your wife doesn't find out a prostitute was here," Casey said playing along. She knew Kendall got a little disoriented when he was really drunk, but she never thought he'd forget who she was.

"That's good," Kendall sighed, obviously falling asleep. Casey laughed to herself as she went to go finish up cleaning the kitchen.

Kendall awoke that morning with a pounding headache. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. Casey wasn't in bed next to him and he remembered last night's events, well, as much as the alcohol would let him.

"Fuck," he hissed, he had forgotten to let Casey know he was going out with the guys and judging from the hangover he was having, whatever time he had come home, he knew she wasn't going to let him get away with it. He looked over at the nightstand to see a glass of water, three aspirins and a note addressed to him. Curiosity got the best of him and he read the note before taking the pills.

Take these and then come into the kitchen. I'll make you breakfast. –Casey

Kendall wondered if it was a trap. He knew that their plans had been ruined from last night and as well as he knew Casey; she was never one to just forgive and forget so easily, at least not without some revenge involved. With some difficulty, Kendall rolled out of bed and put on a pair of sweatpants that were conveniently lying at the end of the bed.

"I bet she put fucking itching powder in here," he said to himself, suddenly becoming paranoid. He walked down the hallway and heard the television on, spying Casey sitting at the kitchen table, reading a magazine.

"Morning," he muttered, his voice more hoarse then he had thought. She quickly looked up at him and smiled, so far so good. She didn't seem to have any ounce of anger in her eyes and was genuinely smiling at him.

"Hey," she said happily. "How's your head?" she teased. "Come sit," she patted the table and Kendall slowly walked over to her. He sat down and kept an eye on her, expecting her to suddenly snap and begin yelling at him but instead, she just sat there grabbed his hand, closing her magazine. She kept staring at him, no sign of any emotion other than love in her eyes and it was driving Kendall insane.

"What's going on?" he said breaking the silence. "You should be livid with me but instead you're sitting here, calm as fuck. It's freaking me out…" She laughed a little and it made him that more nervous. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you we were going to get drinks and I can't even remember how drunk I must have been when I came home. In fact," he said taking a deep breath, "I don't even remember coming home."

"Well obviously you did," she smiled and stood up. Kendall flinched a little and quickly withdrew his hand from hers. "Hey," she whined. "I'm not mad at you," she kissed the top of his head and went to the fridge. "Eggs and bacon good?"

"Why?" he asked slowly.

"Because they're your favorite?" she said laughing.

"No, I mean why aren't you mad at me?" he turned his body so he could see her, just in case she did decide to knock him upside the head with a frying pan.

"You didn't know who I was last night…" Kendall raised both his eyebrows at her. "So after Logan brought you home," she placed the eggs on the counter and walked back to the kitchen table, "I was trying to get you to bed. You were beyond drunk; probably the drunkest I've ever seen you," she laughed. "I kept trying to take your jeans off because I know how much you hate sleeping in jeans and you wouldn't let me." She smiled.

"And that's why you aren't mad?" he said more confused than before.

"No, you wouldn't let me take your pants off because you thought I was a prostitute." He kept looking at her with a blank expression. "As hard as I tried to undress you, you wouldn't stand for it. You're a married man," she grinned and Kendall finally caught on.

"I'd never let a hooker get into my pants when I've got you at home," he said laughing.

"Exactly," Casey said sitting in his lap. "So it doesn't matter how terrible the desserts are going to taste reheated or the beautiful Napoleon puff pastry you missed out on," she groaned a little remembering the beautiful dessert she had thrown away. "All that matters is that I love you more than anything," she kissed him sweetly and he wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm really sorry about not being back," he admitted. "I was really excited about getting to try all those delicious, wonderful, mouthwatering…"

"I'm not making them again," she said bluntly. "We have no time for that. It literally took me two days to make that stuff, Kendall."

"Fine," he grumbled. "We'll do whatever you want to do today, since I royally fucked up. It's ladies choice. What do you want to do?" he looked at her, watching her ponder the question.

"Umm," she thought for a second before slowly looking down back at him. "You." Kendall laughed a hearty laugh. "I wanna do you."

A/n: If y'all don't know what Napoleon puff pastry is, look it up. We made it in class last week and it was delicious not to mention a beautiful (and very time consuming) dessert.

Hope y'all liked this :o)

I was just too anxious not to upload it now.