mmm okay, so there's actually a story behind this fic! when i was little and my dad was still living with me and my mom, he used to do this thing where he would hide in a blanket and crawl around on the floor, calling himself "the blob monster". it used to be my favorite thing ever, despite it scaring me haha. but yeah. and i thought it would make a cute fic idea, so bam. here it is. :) i kind of rushed the last five or so paragraphs, but that's mainly because i wasn't sure of how to end it and just typed up the first thing that came to mind.

warning: none this time!


There's this thing Carlos turns into when he hits that point of "I'm-so-bored-I-might-rip-my-hair-out". He calls himself The Blob Monster and he's one of the most annoying things on the planet. No one can pin exactly when Carlos started to transform into this monster, but everyone else in the apartment starts dreading whenever Lazy Sunday rolls around because that's when he's most likely to strike.

What Carlos does when he goes through this metamorphosis is drape a large blanket over himself as he crawls around the floor, grabbing ankles and engulfing the victim and tickling them. And he's not quiet about it either. Everyone knows when The Blob Monster is around when a faint "blub blub blub" can be heard from under the blanket.

No one is safe when The Blob Monster is on the prowl. He's "attacked" everyone at least once, except for Katie. (The one time Carlos did try to get her, she punched him in the head and stomped on his fingers in a defensive reflex. Needless to say, he's never tried to get her again.) And, of course, his main targets are Kendall, James, and Logan. Kendall is up to three, James five (because he's always so vulnerable and never pays attention), and Logan has the most with fourteen.

But Logan has always been his favorite person to get because, even though he may sound angry when he gets pulled under and attacked with tickling fingers, he never retaliates the way Kendall and James do. Plus, Logan has the best laugh Carlos has ever heard, so he likes to hear it, and naturally, that means getting attacked by The Blob Monster.

"Blub blub blub..."

Logan sighs from his place on the couch. He knows what's coming and he should prepare himself, but the book he's reading is really good and he's not in the mood for Carlos' little game. And it figures that they're the only two in the apartment at the time, so he's the only person to choose from for a victim.

"Blub blub blub blub blub..."

"Carlos, not now," Logan says, dropping his hands down to his lap as he cranes his neck around, looking for Carlos.

"Who's Carlos? I'm The Blob Monster!"

"Of course you are." Logan sighs again, brings the book back up and attempts to concentrate on the story. But he sees a mess of a blanket creeping around the corner of he couch and he knows he's not going to get any reading done. That's not going to stop him from trying, though.

"Blub blub blub," Carlos chants a little louder as he nears Logan's feet, reaching a tan hand out from beneath the blanket.

"Don't you dare," the brunette warns, sitting up straight, flinging the book to the side the moment he feels fingers lightly tapping at his ankles.

But Carlos doesn't listen, never really does whenever someone tells him 'no', and grabs Logan's bare ankle, running his fingers up and down the bottom of his foot. The other squeals and squirms, trying his hardest to get out of the hold, but to no avail and is stuck digging his nails into the couch and laughing his fool head off.

Carlos feeds off of the laughs, grinning and holding back his own laughter as he continues the assault, switching to the other foot. "Blub blub blub blub!" he cries, relishing the way Logan brings his hands to his reddening face, laughing so hard that tears start forming in the corners of his eyes.

"Carlos, please!" Logan heaves between laughs, legs jerking and still squirming where he sits. "Stopstopstop! No more!"

"There's no Carlos here!" he shouts, moving his fingers up to Logan's knees, tickling the sensitive skin through the fabric on the pants. It's just kind of funny to Carlos how Logan's ticklish pretty much everywhere on his body and is super sensitive to any kind of touch and yet he's the only one who knows.

"Okay, okay! Blob Monster, whatever, just, please stop!" Logan grabs at Carlos' wrists as they travel up to his sides. The Latino gets a little love struck seeing the look of pure happiness on Logan's face and wants nothing more than to be able to love all over the other boy, to cuddle him and shower him in kisses and all the love his little heart can muster, and then some.

Carlos decides to listen this time, pulling his hands back and standing up to drop his body onto Logan's lap, enveloping him in the blanket. Logan's laughs die down to giggles and eventually to a few hiccups, leaving a genuine smile on his face as he moves his hands down to rest on Carlos' hips.

"Hi," Carlos says softly, pressing their foreheads together. A quick kiss is placed on the tip of Logan's nose, him humming happily in return. "You have a cute laugh."

Logan ignores the greeting and shakes his head. "You're such a butthead."

"But I'm your butthead and you love me."

"That depends. Are you Carlos or The Blob Monster right now?" Logan inquires, raising his eyebrow and smirking at the way Carlos purses his lips in thought.

"I'm Carlos and we're both inside The Blob Monster's belly!" the shorter boy decides with a grin. "And now we have to get out before he digests us!"

"Can I kiss you before we make our valiant escape?" Logan tilts his head, hoping for a 'yes', and even if he doesn't (thought he's almost completely positive he will), he'd kiss Carlos anyway.

Carlos chuckles, nodding and heart warming. "You can always kiss me."

Pleased with this answer, Logan reaches a hand up to bring Carlos down just a bit. They press their lips together, sharing swift and innocent kisses. Using his free hand, Logan bats the blanket away and lets it fall around his knees and curling around Carlos' form.

"We're free!" Carlos exclaims the moment he breaks the kiss. He grins and sits up on his knees, throwing his arms up in victory before grabbing the blanket and shifting himself so that he's sitting sideways in Logan's lap. Taking an edge of the blanket in one hand, Carlos brings it up and around Logan's shoulder, taking another edge and bringing his other arm up so that they rest loosely around Logan's neck. "Thanks you for saving us," he coos, resting his head against his own arm, looking up at his savior with a small smile.

Logan doesn't answer and instead, kisses his forehead as best as he can and glances over to the discarded book from earlier. Reading can wait, he decides after staring at the book for what seems like forever and sinks further into the couch, a firm hold on Carlos' relaxed form. They stay nuzzled and fit together, Logan awake and staring at the blank television screen while idly drawing a hand up and down Carlos' back, Carlos somewhere between being conscious and falling asleep in Logan's lap.


The next evening, after a long and tedious day at the studio, they're all sitting around the apartment, James and Carlos playing some game, Kendall helping his mom cook dinner, and Logan off in his and Kendall's shared room. He had told everyone that he's going to get changed into his pajamas, which he did, but as he slipped on his shirt, something caught his eye. His usually made bed is a mess of sheets and blankets, the cloths spilling over onto the floor.

Humming to himself, he picks up the blanket, but instead of molding it neatly to his bed, he drapes it over himself and walks quietly back into the living room. Once the couch comes into view, Logan takes a quick glance to make sure no one was paying attention. Just as he's hoping, everyone is occupied with other activities. 'Perfect,' he thinks to himself as he grins, dropping to the floor and crawling over to the couch, slowly and stealthily.

"Blub blub blub..."