A young Mia Pena ran up the stairs, her face glowing with excitement.

"Dadda-," She squealed before tripping on a step, her knee scraping against the wood. "Waaaaa," She burst into tears, holding her knee.

"Coming dear! Oh no!" A short, muscular latino man burst onto the stairs, coming from the kitchen. He had twinkling brown eyes and a head of groomed black locks. His wife was making him corndogs as he had heard his little girl's cry.

"We're going to have to clean that up, aren't we Mia?" He held the girl in his arms, examining the girl. He walked over to the medicine cabinet, grabbed some Neosporin and a Bandaid before pressing both onto her soft knee, stopping the bleeding. "All better!" He kissed her on the forehead before setting her down. He loved her with all of his heart, and would do anything to protect her.

"Your corndogs are ready Carlitos!" A sing-song voice called from the kitchen, his wife.

Carlos had always had a thing for corndogs, they reminded him of his childhood and brought back memories. One in particular...

Flashback

The ketchup-dipped corndog was sitting on it's paper wrapper, cold from leaving it out for too long. Carlos and Logan were sitting on the rag-tag couch in his apartment, moments after their ustream.

"Haha, you just got up!" Logan's unusually loud voice was filled with true laughter.

"I looked good, right? My tux looked damn spanking good." Carlos collasped with laughter, a feeling he often had when hanging out with Logan.

"But that gives you no right to call James your boyfraaann," Logan giggled.

"Hey! He's not my boyfriend, someone just typed that on a chat!" Carlos playfully punched Logan on his arm.

"Sure, Sure. Why should I believe you?" Logan smirked.

""Uhh, because James is SO not my type." Carlos said that last part sarcastically, breaking out in a fit of laughter.

"OH really Mr. Handsome tux guy. What's your type then?"

Carlos became slightly serious, a rare emotion on the latino's face."You really think I look handsome in my tux?"

More laughter, but nervous laughter this time from Logan. "I mean, yeah you do." He flushed a little bit.

"Logie, I didn't know you felt this way."

"I-I, uh-"

Lips crashed onto logan's lips as Carlos made his move, kissing his first boy.

Logan stuttered and stood up, walking towards the counter, eyes frantic. "What was that? How could you do that, Carlos?"

"Because I like you, stupid." Carlos' face had turned beet red, hence Logan's occasional nickname 'red licorice'.

"Is this just a phase? I bet it's just a phase. You can't really love me? Can you?" Logan searched for answers in Carlos' smiling face.

"Logan, I really like you. A lot. I-"

"Even as much as you like corndogs?" Logan held up the uneaten food of Carlos' preference.

"I like you more then I like corndogs" Carlos admitted, looking down. His lips were quickly met by eager Logan lips, with a passion he had never seen from his math nerd. This tangle of lips soon led to a tangle of legs, and a tangle of hearts. Soon after, they became boyfriends.