Soo... Since I got such great response to this story (YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME! THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!) I decided to write a sequel. I'm sorry it took me this long, but I had a stupid case of writer's block lately and then there was school and exams :( So, I'm sorry. But now it's finally here, yeyy :D This is what happens when Kendall and Carlos finally meet again ;) Enjoy!

Kendall stood alone at the airport, a bunch of roses clasped tightly in his left hand. His eyes wandered repeatedly over to the huge watch hanging above his head while his right foot tapped a fast tune on the floor impatiently. The blonde alternated between fiddling with the keys in his pocket and chewing his nails just to keep his shaky hands occupied, something he always did when he was nervous. He had arrived here over one hour ago (better early than late, right?) and was now anxiously awaiting the person he was here for, his insides already churning with anticipation. He had felt like that for days, ever since he got that one phone call that had made him do full ten minutes of happy dancing (not that he'd ever admit it though).

About one hour before the plane was supposed to land he wandered off to the rest room in order to distract himself a little, but ended up fussing over his stupid hair that just wouldn't lie down the way he wanted it to. Then he practically sprinted back to his former place in the front row of chatting families and businessmen, relieved when he saw that he hadn't missed the plane landing even though he still had over fifty minutes to wait. And that was if the plane arrived on time.

In other words, Kendall acted like a lovesick puppy. The way he'd never ever act in his life if it hadn't been for a certain Latino to rock his world two years ago. Kendall never had the opportunity to go back to Spain since that holiday and Carlos' family didn't have the money to afford a flight to the US. So – much to both the boys' dismay – they had to wait until the Latino was finished with school before they could meet again. And finally graduation had come and passed two days ago. Carlos had texted him the second his ceremony was over and taken the first plane to the States he could. And here Kendall was, willing the pointers on his watch with all his heart to hurry the hell up and at the same time begging them to slow down.

Don't get him wrong, he couldn't wait to see his Latino again, but... damn, he was so nervous! What if Carlos had changed? What if he didn't feel quite the same as before anymore? What if it was just the rush of a summer love and they realized now what a big mistake they made?

Kendall shook his head violently and slapped his own arm harshly to get a grip again, not caring about the weird looks he received from the people around him. Where did all these insecurities come from? He was Kendall fucking Knight, prospective Minnesota Wild player and fearless leader of his college's hockey team. He wasn't afraid of anything and most certainly wasn't a wimp about something like...

Oh my fucking god, THREE MINUTES!

Kendall started hastily pacing around on the one metre space he had (actually looking quite ridiculous, not that he cared), and unconsciously tightened the death grip he had on his flowers even more. What if Carlos hated him now? Or what if the blonde embarrassed himself the minute he arrived and the Latino laughed at him? Or what if... gosh, there were so many things that could happen and ruin the rest of his life for good, he couldn't even think of all the possibilities! Kendall groaned in frustration and rubbed his face. He couldn't do this, he couldn't do this, he couldn't do this, he couldn't-

"The flight from Valencia to Saint Paul international airport has just reached its final parking position. In the name of the entire crew we'd like to thank you for flying with our airline and wish you an enjoyable stay. Goodbye."

Fuck.

Okay, no turn back now, Knight, Kendall scolded himself in his head. You spent the last two fucking years waiting for this and now it's finally, FINALLY going to happen. Be grateful for a bit, will you?

Kendall straightened his back and looked up towards the entrance, forcing his legs to support his weight even though they suddenly felt like jelly. But his inner voice was – as usual – right. He could do this.

Unfortunately all the good intentions flew right back out of the window when the first few people from Carlos' plane entered the great hall of the airport and Kendall started to freak out so badly that a crazed teenage fan seeing Justin Bieber shirtless would've been jealous.

He was so out of it that he jumped about three foot in the air when a comforting hand landed on his shoulder. The blonde boy whipped around with wide eyes only to be faced with an elderly woman smiling at him. He let out a heavy breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and returned her smile shakily.

"Don't be so nervous", the woman said soothingly and rubbed his arm as if to comfort him. "He's gonna be happy to see you."

"Um, I-I...", Kendall stammered, irritated by the close gesture, but then raised his eyebrows in surprise when her words registered in his head. "Wait... Why did you say 'he' and not 'she'?"

Her smile grew even wider. "You've been mumbling 'he's gonna hate me, he's gonna hate me' under your breath for the past few minutes." Kendall blushed a deep crimson, but the woman only laughed lightly and patted his shoulder. "It's okay. I'm sure he's gonna love you."

The blonde was about to stutter a reply when he suddenly drowned in a pair of dark brown eyes that seemed to consume his own as soon as they found them.

His heart skipped about four beats then started hammering away in his chest as he took in the sight of the Latino boy standing only a few feet away from him. His very soul seemed to be spinning and spinning in the absolute bliss that could only be caused by the other boy's presence. And just when he thought that this sight was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his whole life a dazzling smile spread across Carlos' face, lighting it up like the sun. Gosh, the things he would give just to see that and only that for the rest of his life.

Kendall knew that he was probably grinning like an idiot, but he couldn't care less at the moment because Carlos was here, he was finally RIGHT HERE with him and... what the fuck was he still doing here just standing around?

With two quick strides Kendall closed the distance between him and his love and swept the Latino off his feet to kiss him deeply, the familiar taste of Carlos' lips making him want to cry and laugh at the same time. The world around them seemed to fade as their mouths danced together and, just the way it had been the first time they kissed, everything righted itself.

"You're here", Kendall whispered against his lips after a few minutes, still not pulling back in the slightest. Now that he finally had his love with him he wasn't sure if he should let go of him ever again.

"I know", Carlos giggled and beamed at him from underneath his lashes. He looked so cute that Kendall just had to nuzzle his nose against the smaller boy's.

"And your accent sounds even sweeter when it's not over the telephone", the blonde mused and laughed when the Latino blushed lightly underneath his tan and swatted his arm playfully.

"We've been through this, Kendall", Carlos said with a mischievous glint in his eyes and then leaned down to whisper hoarsely in his ear. "You love it."

Kendall's mouth suddenly felt very dry and he had to suppress a shudder. "I really do."

Carlos was about to give a witty remark when a voice interrupted him from their right. "So this is him?"

They both turned their heads to find the woman from before standing next to them with a girl Kendall didn't recognize. The blonde was suddenly pretty much aware that he still had the Latino hoisted up in his arms and set him down hastily. "Um, y-yeah. This is my boyfriend." From the corner of his eye Kendall saw how Carlos' face lit up at the last word.

"You make a cute couple", the woman said, smiling at them before she wandered off and waved. "Have a good time!"

"We will!", they shouted back in unison and then simply smiled at each other for a while. Kendall was the first to break their comfortable silence as he took Carlos' hand firmly in his and picked up his luggage with the other.

"Let's go home. I'll show you my house", he said happily and already started towards the exit when he felt his Latino tugging him back gently.

"Kendall?" Carlos' eyes were so full of sincerity and emotion that it made the blonde swallow drily.

"Yes, love?"

His heart leapt when the Latino kissed him chastely but sweetly on his mouth and whispered the two words that Kendall wanted to hear for the rest of his life.

"Te amo."

And despite all his effort to stay composed happy tears welled up in the blonde boy's eyes. He hugged his love tightly to his chest and deeply breathed in the comforting scent of home. If there was one thing that he had never been more sure of in all his life it was that he'd never let this boy go again. Ever. When their eyes met in the most soft, loving gaze Kendall cupped Carlos' cheek and whispered his feelings back with a tender smile on his face.

"Te amo también."

The End. Thank you so much for reading this. Please leave me a review and tell me what you think. Love you! - Ani