Consequences. Kendall/Carlos. drama/angst. language. I don't own Big Time Rush.

Sorry it took so long for me to get this up guys, but here ya go. Hope you like it.

Oh and I apologize for it being so short. But um, yeah, I wanted to end it where I had it end rather than writing more.

No beta reader. Excuse any of my mistakes.

Carlos woke up, feeling incredibly sore from the waist down. His mind was blurry and as he opened his eyes, all he saw was darkness – unfamiliar darkness. He tried to sit up, but he hissed, pain shooting throughout his body. Then he realized he couldn't sit up – there was an arm draped across his chest. His bare chest…

"O-Oh my God…" He stuttered, events from hours ago hitting him full forced. As a tear slid down his cheek, he turned to his side, seeing the last person he wanted to, lying beside him. Full on tears flowed down his face as he noticed Kendall's bare back.

It wasn't a bad dream, a nightmare. What Kendall did to him was real… Carlos gently lifted Kendall's arm, sliding out from underneath him. He held back a choke of tears as the pain reminded him yet again about what happened. He milled around the room, looking for his clothes that Kendall had thrown about. He slipped on his briefs, and then his jeans. He picked up his shirt, seeing that all the buttons were ripped off.

Carlos closed his eyes, wincing as he remembered that Kendall ripped his shirt open to get it off of him. He quickly slipped on what was left and grabbed anything else that was he. He looked back at the bed, seeing Kendall still fast asleep. With hurt and betrayed eyes, another tear slipped as he left the dorm, quickly making his way back to his own dorm room.

Once inside Carlos headed straight for the bathroom, ripping his clothes back off as he stepped in to the shower. He turned the water up as hot as his skin could stand and sat on the floor. He pulled his knees to his chest and cried.

James had his face planted down in his textbook. He, just like Logan and Kendall, were still feeling the effects of their hangovers. He groaned, giving up on reading the chapter he was assigned to have done that afternoon. His head was far too much to even attempt to take in any information.

Logan groaned, laying his head in his hands. He had the worse headache he's ever had before, and it was ruining any and all concentration that he should have – especially since he had a research paper to work on.

Kendall sighed, rubbing his temples. He felt as if his ears were ringing, his head was spinning, and like he was overall hit by a semi-truck. "I have never felt this hung-over in my life." Kendall stated, talking mainly to himself.

"Neither have I." Logan agreed, sitting up straight. He looked around the student center. "Where's Carlos? Of any of us, I thought he'd be the one here. He didn't drink anything last night." Suddenly Logan groaned again. "At least I don't think he did."

"You guys, I can't remember a single thing from last night." James announced, lifting his head for a moment before dropping it back in his book.

"I can't remember anything at all either." Kendall said. "All I know is that I woke up naked and with the headache of the century." Instantly James shot up in to sitting position and Logan's eyes widened.

"You woke up naked?" Logan asked.

"Whoa, dude, did you get some?" James asked this time. Kendall looked at them, appalled.

"No, I did not get some." He defended. "…at least I don't think so." Kendall scratched his head. "Well if I did, they left while I was asleep. And I can't remember any of it…" He sighed. He thought for a moment, the action taking more out of him than it should have. "No wait…yeah I guess I did. And whoever it was must have been a virgin because I remember there were blood stains on my bed sheets."

Logan and James just stared at him. "Dude…" They both said at the same time, that being the only thing they spoke. They were pretty much at a loss for words. Kendall sighed, planting his face in his backpack which lay on the table.

"I know, I know." He groaned. "That was definitely the dumbest thing I have ever done."

Later that day, when Kendall's headache finally went away he decided to stop by Carlos' dorm room to see what was up with him. He stopped outside the door and knocked. At first Carlos didn't answer. So the blonde knocked again.

"Hey Carlos, you in there?" He asked through the door. "We didn't see you at all today and I just came by to check on you, to make sure you were alright." The blonde could hear some shuffling on the other side but the door didn't open.

"Hey sorry…" Carlos replied through the door. "I-I wasn't feeling well so I stayed in bed for most of the day…"

Kendall frowned; he didn't like hearing that Carlos was sick. "Well do you need anything? I'm sorry you don't feel good. You're not the only one. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"N-No, I'm alright… I'm just going to lie back down. So I-I'll talk to you later, okay?" Kendall nodded even though he knew Carlos wouldn't be able to see him.

"Text me alright, I want to know when you're feeling better. Later, Carlos." He said, walking away.

On the other side of the door, Carlos squeezed his eyes shut as he placed his back against the door and slid to the floor. He couldn't stop himself from breaking down in to tears. He was surprised he was able to form sentences to talk to Kendall.

How could someone who shows such concern and care betray and hurt him as easily as Kendall did? Carlos could feel his heart break with every word Kendall said to him just a minute ago. The Latino pushed himself off the floor and slowly waddled to his bedroom. The only comfortable place he was able to find all day was lying down in his bed.

He lay down and buried his face in to his pillow. He didn't know how he was going to face Kendall after this. He mind knew that it wasn't entirely Kendall's fault; the blonde was drunk and, of course, had lack of control over his actions. But that didn't reassure Carlos in the least.

And now, he was literally afraid to see Kendall face to face. Afraid of the other boy himself. Carlos wasn't sure if things would ever be the same between him and his best friend again. He turned on his side and curled himself up in to a ball and cried himself to sleep.

Poor baby Carlos :( Any-who, review please!

I see that eventually some of you warmed up to this story. Well I'm glad. That means I can go on with it.

Reviews are much appreciated. I'll take any type of comment, suggestions, and criticism. I always like to know that I can improve :)