So, I decided to show more a fluffier Logan side this chapter, and it's not as well put together as some of my other chapters. I've been out of town, so I'm trying to get back into the writing groove. Also, please bear with the poorly written scene that happens in here. Thank you, my reviewers, for making me feel guilty about not writing more.


"I'm so glad that Gustavo doesn't make us stay late anymore now that we have most of the album recorded," Carlos sighed as the boys exited the studio.

"Don't get so excited, once the album's out, we'll be practicing singing and dancing to get ready for tour," Logan grumbled. The whole band groaned in anticipation. James turned to Logan. "Wanna go to the club?" he asked, "it's pretty awesome."

"But, I'm not old enough," Logan said. James looked him up and down and smiled.

"I have a fake I.D. that looks like you if you want to use it," James said and raised an eyebrow suggestively.

"You have a fake I.D of me?" Logan asked incredulously. James took out his wallet and flashed the piece of plastic. Logan grabbed it and stared at it.

"Dude, people are going to know this isn't me!" he exclaimed.

"The door man at the club only cares if you're pretty, and if you aren't pretty enough, I have some extra you can borrow," James said and went to his room to get ready.

"What am I supposed to wear?" Logan yelled after him. James stuck his head out around the corner and looked him up and down.

"Hmmmm, give me a sec," James said and disappeared. Logan sighed and waited as James arranged his own outfit. The boy popped out wearing a tank and a vest, making Logan feel stupid for not guessing proper clubbing attire.

"Oh, I could've figured that out," Logan said. James raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

"No you couldn't've," he said, "These are designer clothing, and while you might not be able to tell the difference, the bouncer will. And he's picky about who he lets into this club. If we wear designer clothes, then he won't make us pay the thousand dollar entrance fee. That's how this club works," James said and tugged Logan into his room.

"But I don't have any designer clothes," the shorter boy whined.

"Yes you do, you just don't ever wear them," James said and pulled out the baggy black and red pants that the make-up designers had given him and a red tank, dumping them in Logan's arms.

"But, these are normal clothes," Logan said.

"Actually, they're worth more than the lease on this apartment," James said happily, "Griffin gave the designers a check after our party that probably could've bought my apartment back in Minnesota."

Logan sighed and got dressed while James disappeared into the bathroom. He came back out looking sparkly.

"Glitter? Seriously?" Logan asked. James glared.

"Glitter is cool," James growled and grabbed his wallet. Logan pocketed his own wallet and a small joint, he knew that clubs didn't care and he needed to relax. James grabbed his arm and dragged him out the door.

James linked their arms together and marched them down the street to the club and winked at the bouncer. The man looked towards them, back at the large line of people, at their clothes, at James's body, and smirked.

"You can go right in, cupcake," he growled, then looked at Logan, "And your boyfriend can too, since he's got taste,"

James dragged Logan inside the club and onto the dance floor. Logan began to get the beat going and loosen up as James danced energetically beside him. James smirked as Logan began to dance and reached forward to grab his hips, pulling the smaller boy closer.

Logan turned around in James's grip and began grinding back against him. Music flowed through the boys, syncing their movements and allowing their frustrations and stresses to live free. Then the music stopped and the DJ announced the next song. It was one of Mr X's warm-up songs and the boys had learned the dance moves by heart over the past several months. James leaned down.

"Wanna show these people how to dance?" he asked. Logan smiled, wondering what his friend could possibly mean, which James took as an agreement. He latched onto Logan's hand and dragged him to one of the several mini-stages that littered the large dance floor. Logan protested as James pulled him toward the stage and several hands helped push him on top. They stood up, side by side as the intro beat began. They tapped their left feet to the beat and fluidly shifted into their first move.

30 seconds into their dance, Logan was grinning ecstatically as he and James transitioned into the Stanky Leg, which under the training of Mr X had transformed from a jokingly shaky leg jerk to a move that swung at the hip and got down low for monster sex appeal. X told them it helped loosen their hips for further dancing, and he had added it to Beyonce's single ladies choreography. By this time, most of the people in the club had turned to watch the two attractive boys dancing in sync to the music. The Stanky Leg was what had them stop dancing and watch in awe (or was that lust?). When they pulled a perfectly timed back-flip, whoops went around the club. As the song ended, the two bowed.

Just as they gave each other a hug, a familiar face clambered angrily on stage and landed a solid punch to Logan's stomach, knocking him off the stage. Several men who had been congratulating them heartily caught him before he could injure himself and helped him remain upright as he coughed and gasped in air.

"Travis," James said accusingly. The man sneered and walked up. He wore a bandage over one eye and when he grinned savagely, several teeth were missing.

"Coming to toy around like the slut you are?" The man spat, "I guess you just like being a tease." The music in the club was surprisingly low, because the D.J. had turned it down so as to hear what he believed to be an epic diva-fight. It happened every other day or so. James flinched at the insult and breathed in heavily.

"Travis, we're through. You tried to force me into something I wasn't ready for and you tried to do it in a manner that was unsafe and unpleasant for me. And you hurt my boyfriend," James growled out, his eyes shining.

"Well, my destroyed eyeball requires quite a lot of plastic surgery, and money to fix thanks to your friend's daddy," Travis spat, "And I require a therapist for the mental scarring. I plan to take my therapy out on you and your boyfriend." He lunged toward James, who had put himself into a defensive position and stood ready. He was intercepted by an older man whose elegance and power emanated from him like a wave of tranquility. The crowd burst into whoops at the man. James looked up and saw that it was Ricky. The man smiled back at him, then turned a face of scorn so cold to Travis that the boy turned to stone and began babbling.

"You're pathetic," Ricky said, "Power hungry people with sadistic tendencies are part of those people that I just can't stand. Now, leave this club before you humiliate yourself more." Travis trembled and ran off the stage and out of the club. Logan climbed back on the stage and wrapped an arm around James's waist. Another person appeared on stage, this one a tall elegant black man that James remembered as one of Mr Griffin's assistants.

"Boys, what are you doing here, and how do you know Mr. Martin?" he asked sternly. The boys' mouths dropped open and turned to the man.

"You're Ricky Martin?" James squeaked. Ricky smiled and nodded, turning to the tall black man.

"How has Mr Griffin been lately, Mr Tyler," Ricky asked.

"Successful and boring as usual," Mr Tyler answered before turning back to the boys, "He has been particularly interested in the band Big Time Rush that these boys play in."

"I thought James looked familiar," Ricky said, "I've seen them in a couple pop magazines."

"Heyyy! Big Time Rush, we have several of their singles, how about letting them dance again?" The DJ chimed in, noticing the crowd getting bored. The crowd cheered and began chanting. Mr Tyler and Ricky smiled at the boys then went off to chat. James and Logan high-fived and began their choreography for "Famous"

Sometimes during the night, Logan ended up spending some time at the bar, sharing his joint with an older dude who bought drinks for him. James had noticed how exhausted he was and told him to go chill for a while. Every now and again, James would slip back and drag Logan back to the dance floor during his favorite songs, but let him loose after the song was over. The longer the night went on, the more sweat trickled down James's neck and the more random cocktails trickled down Logan's throat.

"I, I'm not to partial to the fruity tooty cocktails that much," Logan slurred, "I like the stronger ones like martinis. A-and the minty ones, they make my teeth feel clean, even if they taste like toothpaste," he rambled and didn't notice the older dude jacking his joint.

"So, how's it between you and the hotty?" the older guy asked, "how long you two been together,"

"Jamesy has been my best friend since middle school," Logan drawled, "and we started messing around a couple weeks ago, but we only got together this morning, I think… wow it's only been a day."

"So, you've only dated for one day?" the guy asked.

"He's…got issues, and we had always maintained the 'no in-band relationships' kinda deal. Then we had a bit of a breakdown thingy last night and now we're dating," Logan explained vaguely, "This is our first date type thing."

"Two mojitos please," the guy said to the bartender. He passed one to Logan. Logan spun on his stool and sipped from the glass.

"He obviously doesn't deserve you if he is so willing to dance around without you," the guy said, "I could show you a good time."

"No," Logan stated loudly, causing several heads to turn, "I'm not doing that player shit again. It'll hurt James too too much, and besides, I'm a top!" He took a gulp of the mojito. James popped up at his side, drenched in sweat with a concerned look on his face. He had heard the raised voice and come right away.

"You ok Logator?" James asked, staring at the half-empty highball glass and the slumped, disheveled boy spinning on the stool. Logan took another gulp of the drink and pointed accusingly at the other guy.

"This guy right here thinks he can get into my pants by buying me a couple drinks," Logan grumbled, "He stole my joint and just propositioned me. Well you can suck it cuz," he dug in his pocket and pulled out his wallet, slapping three twenties onto the counter, then sang "I'm not here for your entertainment, you don't really want to mess with me tonight, just stop and take a second. I was fine before you walked into my life, cuz you know its over, before it began. Keep your drink, just give me the money. It's just you and your hand tonight!" Logan struck a pose and began giggling.

"Ok, I think it's time to go home," James said and tugged on Logan's arm. The boy slammed the rest of the mojito back and stumbled out the door firmly attached to James.

"Have a good night, boys," the doorman said. James smiled and waved, ushering Logan along. Logan's legs stopped working just as they exited the club and he tripped. James caught him before he hit the ground and scooped him up bridal-style, resolving to carry him the rest of the way. Logan reached up and wrapped his arms around James's neck.

"You're soooo pretty," Logan giggled, "and soooo strong." He stroked the brunette's jaw. James smiled down at him with a raised eyebrow.

"And you're sooooo drunk," he teased, hefting Logan up. Logan stared off into space, thinking, and then nodded.

"Yeah, but I still know that you are the prettiest person ev-ar," Logan said, rolling his head back, "And I know that you are also the sweetest dude ever, not like that asshole at the bar. Douchebag stole my joint," Logan pouted. James chuckled.

"So you sang him Pink?" James asked, turning into the Palm Woods and heading towards the elevator.

"Seemed like the best song at the time," Logan mumbled. James just nodded and headed towards suite J.

"Did I mention you're the best boyfriend in the world?" the drunk boy murmured. James just shook his head.

"That's just the alcohol talking," he said. Logan glared and grabbed the taller boy's chin, forcing him to look down. "You listen here, I know what I'm talking about," Logan said and poked the pretty boy's nose, "Don't you forget it."

"I don't see how you can stand me," he sighed. Logan smiled and lolled his head against the muscled shoulder.

"It's cause I looove you," Logan giggled. James looked down at the drunk boy in his arms.

"Yeah, bffs forever," James said and shifted around so he could open the lock with the arm under Logan's legs, using the key he had slid from the boy's back pocket. He opened the door and walked in, kicking it closed behind them.

"No," Logan said quietly, "I love you James," he reached up and kissed him heartily. James sighed at the taste of alcohol, lime, and mint. Logan looked up at him adoringly and murmured, "I love you so much and would never ever ever hurt you."

"How could you? I'm shallow, obsessed with looks, stupid, and don't deserve someone smart and deep and funny like you," James asked, knowing that Logan wouldn't remember in the morning.

"Shhhhh," Logan hushed, stroking James's face softly, "It's because of all of that and the way that you care for your friends and try so hard to be famous because you want it so bad and yet never letting it get in the way of friendship that I love you."

James sighed and headed towards Logan's and Carlos's room with the drunken boy in his arms when he noticed the door was shut and a note was taped on it.

Sleep in Kendall's room. I don't want to here more about the space aliens from James's dreams.

James smirked and carted the drunken boy off to the bathroom because he had started to look green. Just as he set the boy down in front of the toilet, he upchucked sixty dollars worth of cocktails in a rainbow of colors into the porcelain throne. James rubbed his back soothingly until his stomach seemed empty. He helped his boyfriend stand up so he could rinse his mouth, brush his teeth, rinse again, and stumble out.

The taller boy steered Logan into his bed and worked on pulling off the designer clothes. Kendall lay drooling onto his pillow, deep in REM sleep, and unlikely to be awoken. James pushed one of his shirts and sweatpants onto the non-compliant Logan and himself before clambering into bed, giggling as Logan licked a stripe up his neck then snuggled against him.


So... thanks for reading! Also, I didn't get the title from Pink, I got it from Adam Lambert...