Author's note: Hello everyone. So, I've been gone from fanfiction for a while, with occasional updates, but I am always reading new pieces. While I was reading, I got this idea and knew I just had to write it; I'm hoping it'll do well. But I wouldn't be able to have written this without the help of some lovely people on faniction (nic98ole, Sum1cooler, After the FameandXxxAnimaniacxxX) So if you like it, please feel free to leave a review, recommend it to your friends and check out some of the lovely authors above stories if you haven't already. Happy reading!

This chapter introduces Logan and Carlos. While I do plan on there being lots of Cargan, Kames is the dominant pairing of this fic. Perhaps if you guys think I do a good job writing them, you can let me know if you want a Cargan story. I started out writing Kames and that is my OTP, but someday (maybe soon) I'd like to try and branch out by doing a Jagan. I think I said all this in the chapter yester day but this is mostly the chapter I was talking about.

In other non-related news, everyone is talking about how they are going to see Big Time Rush this summer and I'm over here in New Zealand crying because I live in the middle of f-ing nowhere. So if any of you guys are in the same situation and wanna talk about it, I'm all ears.

Note: that there are tones of Big Time Rush real-life references in this story but it is not a real people slash. If anyone is confused by anything or does not get a reference, feel free to PM me and I'll be happy to fill you in. And also, in no way do the portrayals in this story reflect how I really feel about them. Although, if you really are curious on my opinions, just ask. I love to talk BTR. :{)


In the end it didn't matter.

It was just a regular old dinner in the Diamond-Knight residents, just this time there would be a two year old, a smart-ass father, a chipper Latino and a stupid, arrogant, lord-kill-me-know jack-ass that felt the need to criticize Kendall's every waking moment. So in the end it didn't really matter whether or not Kendall put all the forks, spoons and knives on the correct side of the place mat. As long as the compact high chair didn't collapse with his god-daughter in it, Kendall was content to ignore his mother's teachings on proper dinner manners.

"You don't have to look like I chopped your balls off, ya know?" Kendall didn't even bother turning around as James walked into the kitchen, fixing the bottom of his button up shirt and trying to fix his collar. James groaned, "Can you help me with this stupid thing. It doesn't like me."

Kendall couldn't help but chuckle and stop fiddling with the flower center piece to turn around and fix the brunette's collar. "I don't understand why you are even getting dressed up for this."

"Carlos is coming."

Kendall rolled his eyes. "Yeah, so?"

"I haven't seen Carlos in ages and I want to make sure he feels welcomed. He's staying here till he finds his own place and I don't want him to think I've turned into some lazy-ass street walker since high school ended."

"Understandable, but you're not helping your case by inviting Jett over." The blonde spat the name out like acid on his tongue. "Seriously, why are you dating that guy?"

James shrugged. "We're not dating, so to speak. Just more like friends that keep each other company."

"You mean fuck buddies?"

James gave a low growl that Kendall was ashamed to admit turned him on slightly. "Will you let it go? What's so wrong about Jett?"

"What's to like about Jett?" The blonde spat back.

"His looks."

"So shallow, James."

"Well, he's the closet guy I'll find to -," The door bell stopped James short. Kendall gave a quick glance at it before turning to James and asking quietly, "To what?"

Deep hazel eyes stared back into his and for a minute, Kendall thought he saw something along the lines of want cross the brunette's face but it was gone as soon as it had came.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." Kendall sighed and stepped back, shaking his head, moving to open the door reveling a shorter raven-haired man with an even tinier little girl on his hip bone. "Logan, my man! Hi Ellie."

"Unkie Ken Doll!" The little dark and curlier haired girl shouted, leaning away from her father to be held by the blonde. "Daddy says we can buy a new doll house!"

Kendall smiled. "That's great! Now Uncle James won't feel so bad about crushing your old one."

Ellie giggled. "Where Unkie Jamie?"

"Right here, kiddo." James responded as he seemed to finally move over to the door. "Logan." He greeted with a hand shake.

"James, nice to see you. Kendall I hope you don't mind but I brought over some potato salad. I know you told me not to but I felt bad coming over with nothing to offer." Logan grinned, stepping into the apartment as Kendall just waved his comment off with a smile. "Wow. I think this is the cleanest I've ever seen this apartment before."

James beamed. "That's my doing, thank you very much."

"Never took you for the clean one." Logan said, eyeing the counter tops for any stray residue. "Why'd you suddenly take an interest in cleaning?"

"His whore is coming." Kendall sniped with a frown from where he was placing Ellie in her high chair, not even daring to look up at the hazel eyes he knew would be glaring his way.

"Language around my daughter, please." Was all Logan made for a comment, knowing from childhood that if something was bothering Kendall, it was more than likely a deep rooted issue that shouldn't be touched.

The apartment stayed quiet till the doorbell rang once again, a good three minutes later. "I'll get it." Kendall stated, walking to open the door. "Hello, Carlos."

"Kendall! You have no idea how happy I am that -," the Latino was cut short as all of the eyes in the room were turned to the kitchen where several dishes had fallen off the counter top to the floor and a wide-eyed Logan.

Logan shook his head coming out of some sort of a trance and began to pick up all the dishes with James and muttering things along the lines of, 'I'm so sorry' and 'I don't know what happened'.

Carlos gave them a pitiful look before turning his attention back to Kendall. "Anyways, I am so happy this is your place! James gave me all the directions twice and I still ended up at some mans door who was carrying a plunger with a smiley face on it."

"I'm sure Budda Bob didn't mean to scare you. He's actually quite friendly." Kendall told him with caring eyes. "Come, let's all sit down at the table. Hopefully all the plates are off the floor."

Logan looked down with rosy cheeks as he put the last of the plates on the counter, leaning over to whisper to James, "You've got a beautiful whore."

If James had been drinking something, he was sure he'd done one of the biggest spit takes ever possible in mankind. "Gross, dude, that's my old friend from high school. I'd never look at him any other way then friends."

Logan's eyes brightened with hope. "So does that mean he's single?"

James laughed and threw his arm around the smaller brunette's shoulders, walking them to the table. "Fast much?"

"Well. . .I mean. . .He just looks so. . .I've never. . ."

"Don't worry about it," James coax to the stuttering brunette, "He likes kids too."

Sure enough, Logan looked over to see the Latino playing peek-a-boo with Ellie in her high chair, the little girl giggling hysterically and crossing her dark curls in front of her face.

"She's so adorable! Is she yours?" Carlos inquired, looking at Logan with big eyes.

Logan nodded and took a seat next to her. "Yeah. Her name is Ellie."

"Awe, how cute! Where's her mom?"

"She's. . .somewhere. We aren't together so I don't keep tabs on her. She's a great mom though. It's just my turn to have Ellie for a couple days."

"Thanks," Carlos said as he took a plate of potato salad that James was handing across the table. "What's her name?"

"Camille."

"Does Ellie look more like you or her?"

"Right in-between. But we don't really look so much different." Logan put some food on the little plate in front of Ellie, who was 'making music' with her plastic spoons and the plastic on the chair. "Aren't we waiting for someone else?"

James nodded and gave a quick glance at Kendall, who was sitting right across from him. "Yeah, but I'm sure Kendall wouldn't mind starting without him." James said cockily.

"No Kendall wouldn't." the blonde repeated with the same amount of attitude in his voice.

Carlos looked up from his dinner with interest. "Who are we waiting for?"

"James's whore."

James groaned. "God, would you stop that?"

"You have a whore?" Carlos asked with a smirk.

"No!" James exclaimed and put his face in his hands. "He is a good friend of mine that Kendall doesn't like and thinks is okay to trash behind his back."

"Oh, we both know the things Jett says behind my back." Kendall growled back, green eyes glaring.

"At least he listens to me when I tell him to shut up."

Kendall opened his mouth to respond but Logan cut in quick. "Can we all keep this conversation for later, when Ellie is sleeping?" They all looked over to see little brown eyes staring in interest until Carlos started making faces in her food, getting the little one giggling again.

Kendall sighed. "I'm sorry, Logan. This guy just really annoys me."

"I'm sorry too." James murmured, looking at his phone. "Doesn't matter anyways, Jett just texted that he's not coming."

"Why not? I want to meet your whore." Carlos joked and poked James in the bisep. "Where'd you meet?"

James laughed. "Again, we're just friends. We met at work. And what about you, buddy? What have you been up too?"

"Oh the usual. . .getting rejected by every man and woman that walks my way."

"Daddy?" Ellie said. "Why do you keep looking at him like that?"

Logan blushed and looked away from Carlos as the Latino smiled at him. "Apparently not being rejected by every man." He said smugly and winked in Logan's direction, causing the rest of the table to laugh.

Kendall looked around the table and realized that this was probably one of the most entertaining dinners he's had in a while. It only got better when his phone rang.

"Hello?" The blonde answered as he walked away from the table, as to not disturb the rest.

"Oi! Dude, you won't believe it!" Kendall heard Guitar Dude say on the other line.

"What?"

"Dak just went to dinner on 54th and he said there was another music group performing on the fountain."

Kendall felt his stomach grow nauseous. It wasn't that he had claimed the spot all to himself but that was the only spot on the entire square that him and his band could make enough money to pay for rent. If another band got the idea that they could take the spot, Kendall was screwed.

"He said they looked pretty serious about playing there."

Kendall sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Did Dak find out who the lead member was?"

"Yeah, dude by the name of Jett Stetson?"

Kendall didn't even have time to register himself throwing the phone across the room.


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