Hey guys. :) This story is very different from what I usually write. It takes place before BTR, it's got Logan angst, and Kendall's older than Logan in this (I usually make their ages the same as in real life, so Kendall's usually the youngest). It was kind of a challenge to write, haha. But, anyway, I wrote this for Sarah (swagUPwindowsDOWN), who gave me this request quite a while back. It's way overdue... Hope you enjoy!
"Hey." Kendall leaned over his desk, tapping Logan's shoulder to get his attention. The smaller brunette had his arms crossed over his desk, head lying on top of them. His eyes were half-closed, and he didn't seem to be paying attention to what the teacher was explaining. To anyone who knew Logan, it was obvious that this was very unusual behavior for him. So the minute Kendall realized that his younger brother wasn't acting like himself, he grew worried.
After his mother had passed away in a car accident, Logan was forced to live with his father, who started to act cold towards the young boy. Neglect led to verbal abuse, which later turned to physical abuse. It had taken years for Logan to admit what his father was doing, but after a particularly horrible night, Logan appeared on Kendall's doorstep, bloody, beaten, and in the verge of passing out. Kendall had immediately called 911, and soon, Mr. Mitchell was imprisoned, leaving Logan without a place to live, since most of his relatives lived in Texas and not in Minnesota. That was when Mrs. Knight had decided to claim custody over Logan, making him and Kendall brothers. They may have not been related by blood, like most siblings, but that led to the two boys growing even closer than ever.
Logan groaned softly without turning to face the older boy. "What?" he mumbled out.
"Are you okay, Logie? You seem a bit out of it," he pointed out, letting a hand rest against the boy's shoulder, which was warm to the touch, even though all Logan was wearing was a green t-shirt. "You're burning up... Are you feeling okay?"
Before Logan could respond, the bell that signaled the end of class rang. Students started to put their stuff away in a hurry, all eager to get out for the day. Logan tried standing up, but as soon as he did, everything started to spin. He grabbed onto the back of his seat for support, but even then, he looked like he was having trouble keeping his balance.
"Hey, I got you." Kendall wrapped a protective arm around the boy's waist, moving him to sit back down. He hurriedly grabbed Logan's backpack and started to pack his notebook and school utilities into it, then doing the same with his own. When he was done, he swung his backpack over his shoulder and carried Logan's with his right arm.
"Come on, let's get you home and into bed," he said, taking Logan's hand and pulling him up. The younger boy was visibly shaking from head to toe, his knees shaking like gelatin, threatening to give out at any minute. Kendall took off his jacket and helped Logan into it, his worry intensifying as each second ticked by.
The two boys headed out of the classroom and towards the school bus waiting area, Kendall supporting most of Logan's weight with his own body.
"K-Kendall, I feel horrible," Logan croaked out, tears filling up his eyes. Kendall's heart broke at the sight. He pulled the smaller boy even closer, resting his chin atop his dark brown hair.
"I know, buddy. We'll get you something as soon as we get home. Everything will be okay," he whispered, trying to act as calm as possible for Logan's sake, when really, he was an anxious mess in the inside.
It wasn't long before their bus came and they were on their way home, Logan latching onto Kendall's arm the whole way there.
As soon as they got home, Kendall led Logan towards the couch, placing a pillow under his head and covering him up with a blanket. Rushing out of the living room, he made his way to the kitchen, only to find a note stuck to the fridge.
"Darn it," Kendall cursed under his breath, reading the note, which indicated that his mom wouldn't be home until past midnight due to work, while Katie was staying over at a friend's house for the night. What to do, what to do...
"Hey Logie, mom and Katie are gone, so I'm gonna look after you, okay?" he said to the small brunette, earning a groan from him. He hovered over the smaller boy, looking him up and down. "Does anything hurt? Do you feel like you're gonna be sick? I should probably get you to your room! Does—"
"Kenny," Logan spoke, reaching out and grabbing Kendall's hand to get his attention and stop his rambling. "My stomach hurts... so does my head... Everything hurts... It's probably just the flu. There's no reason to panic."
"Me, panic? Who said I was panicking?" Kendall said, in what he hoped was a convincing voice. "I'm just worried, that's all... I'm gonna get you to bed, okay? You'll be more comfortable there than on this old couch." Without warning, he wrapped his arms around the back of Logan's knees and back, succeeding in lifting him off the couch.
Instead of throwing a fit and asking Kendall to put him down, like he normally would have done, the brunette buried his face against the crook of Kendall's neck, seeking the warmth that the blond's body heat provided.
Kendall pushed his bedroom door open with his foot, doing his best to keep the smaller boy balanced in his arms. He sat Logan down on his bed and pulled back the comforter, then tucking him in in a careful manner.
"I'm going to get the thermometer, so that I can take your temperature, but I will be right back." He didn't wait for Logan to give him a response, instead dashing out of the room and into the bathroom to get the thermometer from the cabinet.
"Here, open your mouth," Kendall instructed. Logan stared at the object in Kendall's hand and reluctantly opened his mouth, allowing the older boy to place it inside. Kendall tapped his foot impatiently, hoping that Logan's temperature wouldn't be too high.
After the beep, Kendall took it out, examining the numbers with concern for the younger boy lying on the bed.
"102.5... That's not too good," Kendall said, placing the thermometer on the nightstand beside Logan's bed. "I'm gonna make you some chicken soup. It shouldn't take too long," the blond continued as he leaned down and placed a kiss to Logan's head. "Stay here and don't move."
"But Kendall... I don't feel too good..."
"I know, Logie—"
"No... I mean I feel like I might throw up," he whimpered, sitting up in bed and wrapping his arms around his aching stomach. "Ugh, bucket..."
Realization hit Kendall like a ton of bricks. He ran out of the room, grabbing a bucket that was in the bathroom, and handed it to the smaller boy. Logan gripped it with both hands, obviously in pain. Tears had began to form in his eyes once again, but this time, he didn't stop them. They ran down his face at a rapid pace, making Kendall worry even more.
Not knowing what to do to help, Kendall took a seat beside Logan as his body started to shake uncontrollably with sobs. He rubbed gentle circles against his quivering back, trying his best to ignore the sound of Logan emptying his stomach into the bright red bucket.
"K-Kendall," Logan looked up, face tear-stained, cheeks flushed, and eyes glassy with tears, "I feel really bad."
"I know..." Kendall frowned as he grabbed the bucket from Logan's hands and placed it on the floor. He took the younger boy into his arms and allowed him to cuddle up against his chest. "Maybe you should try to get some sleep for a bit. I can make you the chicken soup once you wake up."
Logan nodded into Kendall's chest, latching onto him as if his life depended on it. "Do you want me to stay here with you, until you fall asleep?" he asked, seeing that Logan didn't seem to be willing to let go of him anytime soon.
"Please. I don't w-want to be alone," the brunette said.
At his words, Kendall pulled away from the hug and gently pushed Logan to lay down on the mattress, following closely and lying right by his side. He pulled the boy close and wrapped his arms around his shaking form, threading his fingers in chocolate brown hair.
"Y-You won't leave, r-right?"
Kendall gave Logan a small smile. "I'm not leaving, don't worry. Just try to get some sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up."
"Thank you," the shorter boy whispered as he started to close his eyes, his head resting on Kendall's chest, lulled to sleep by the sound of the older boy's heartbeat.
That's not the end, this will most likely be a two-shot. What did you guys think? Was it okay? I feel like it was kind of rushed and not that well-written, but hopefully you all liked it. Thank you for reading!
~ BigTimeRush-BTR :)