Disclaimer: This is complete and total FICTION. That means it never happened and is completely untrue. In fact, this is so far from the truth that it isn't even in the same country as the truth. I don't own anybody, and I make no money off of this. I am not in any way implying said characters' sexual identities.
"How long has this been going on?" Mama Knight asked.
"Um, since like the third time I called him for help." Kendall said.
"So, you've kept this hidden the whole time?"
"Yeah." Kendall looked down. "I didn't know what you would think, and I didn't want you to be mad or disappointed."
"Oh, sweetie, I wouldn't have been. I just would've liked to know, so I didn't walk in on that." She said, referring to this morning.
"I know. I'm sorry mama."
"Sorry Mrs. Knight." Logan said.
"Boys, it's ok. Really. In fact, Kendall, if it's alright with Logan, you can move in with him- then there's no phone calls needed, and no awkward moments to walk in on."
"Is it ok?" Kendall looked at Logan.
"Of course." Logan smiled. "That'd be awesome."
"But, if your grades fall, you have to move back in with me."
"Deal."
"And you have to come to Sunday Brunch."
"We can do that." Logan promised.
"Well, now that that's settled, Kendall, do you need help moving stuff?"
"Nah, I think Logan and I got it. Thanks mama."
"You're welcome sweetie."
Life was good at the Palmwoods. Katie got her audition and role, and Kendall, well, he got so much more. And that was ok with him.