Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush, I only own this story. I am not implying in any way that any character in this story are gay in real life. Please enjoy and please review!

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed and alerted this story.

Warning: Minor sexual themes and major foul language in this chapter.

Kendall's POV

James pulled me to a halt before we entered the living room.

"Wait, Kendall," he said, "we need some bait!"

I nodded in agreement, then a light bolt went off in my head. "I'll get Logan's Pheobe NaChee book while you get Carlos' lucky helmet, and then, because they love those things, they'll chase us until we get to the supply closet and then we'll throw their stuff in there and lock the door!"

James gave me a pat on the back. "My best idea yet," he said as he ran into Carlos and his room. I ran into Logan and my room, grabbed his book (which he kept in a plastic bag under his underwear in his drawer, weird) and made my way back into the hallway.

We shook hands before we made our way back to the living room. James winked at me, which I guess meant follow his lead.

"Oh, Carlos!" James said as he held Carlos' helmet.

"Oh, Logan!" I said as I pulled Logan's book out of the plastic bag.

Carlos' face flushed with frustration. Logan put down his book and gave us a death glare.

"GIVE IT BACK, JAMES!" Carlos exclaimed.

"That book is to be kept in mint condition!" Logan shouted. "HAND IT OVER!"

"Not gonna happen!" I mocked as both James and I began to retreat and Carlos and Logan stood up.

"Yeah, you want it? Come get it!" James shouted as the both of us opened the door and ran down the hallway. Carlos and Logan weren't far behind. James and I got in the elevator before Carlos could get in, and without his helmet, he couldn't jam it like he usually did.

"Do you think this is going to work?" I asked James.

"Please," James assured me, "this face was not meant for failure." He pulled out head shots of himself.

"See?" he asked as he held up to headshots of himself. "This one is the hot football jockey and the other is the super-sexy news anchor."

I slapped them out of his hand. "We have more important things to do then look at your head shots! But where do you get the time to get them done?"

"Oh, I have a guy that does these. I can get you some-"

James stopped as the elevator opened and revealed both Carlos and Logan, who were standing right in front.

I decided to see if Carlos' helmet was all that lucky, as I grabbed it out of James' hand and headbutted our way through the other two.

Luckily, Mr. Bitters was in his apartment, probably snoring up a storm, so no one was there to stop our plan. James and I hid behind his desk once we had gotten away from Logan and Carlos.

"OK, are you ready, James?" I asked.

"Ready, let's go!" James replied. "Follow my lead."

James shouted, "Hey Kendall, lets go hide in the supply closet!" very loud so Carlos and Logan were sure to hear.

We heard footsteps moving, so we got up and made our way to the supply closet.

"Hey, where are they?" we heard Carlos ask Logan.

"RIGHT THERE, wait what-" Logan saw us as we grabbed the handle to the door and closed it and locked it.

James gave me a high five, "Mission accomplished! Good job Kendall!"

"Hey, let us out!" Logan hollered. Carlos was banging on the door.

"Not until you two stop hating each other!" James shouted back.

"Oh so this was just a conspiracy plan to try and get Carlos and I back together?" Logan asked, even though he knew that was exactly what it was.

"Well, it's not gonna happen, cause we aren't gonna make up!" Carlos snapped.

"I guess you want to stay in there!" I shouted back.

Logan's POV

This is just peachy, I thought as I sat in the corner of the supply closet. Carlos sat in the other corner. I could've been stuck any place else with any one else, yet I was stuck in a supply closet with the biggest son of a bitch in the universe. I started to bang my head on the wall.

"It's not exactly fun and games for me, either," Carlos said as he crossed his arms and laid back.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"You're the smart one," Carlos replied.

"You know, you don't have to be such a douche-bag."

"I can't be much of one in comparison to you."

"Oh, so I'm the douche-bag in this situation?" I knew I was starting to shout. "We're stuck in a fucking supply closet, Carlos, the least you could do is show a little bit of cheerfulness."

"I lost my compassion towards you when you cheated on me, you dumbass bitch!" Carlos snapped.

"Do you kiss your mother with those lips?" I asked. "Cause I sure do feel sorry for her if you do!"

"You didn't have a problem with my lips when you were kissing them a while ago," Carlos shot.

"You know what, you can go to hell, Carlos, because you seem to lack a brain and you are surely going to pay for it," I exclaimed.

"Wow, where did all of this confidence come from?" Carlos teased. "A few months ago you couldn't even ask a fucking girl to a damn dance and now you have the courage to tell me to go to hell? To hell with you!"

What he said gave me mixed feelings. I wanted to punch his fucking lights in, but at the same time, all of this macho guy personality from him just enraged my hormones. I was surprised that I hadn't given in to them yet.

"Why don't you take all of that and shove it!" I shouted.

"I'd like to shove your mouth with my fist!" Carlos threatened.

"Oh, so you want to really take me on, after I nearly destroyed you earlier?" I mocked.

"You've got some nerve saying that when you know I mopped the floor with some Logan-X," Carlos replied.

I rolled up my sleeves. "Then bring it," I suggested. "You son of a bitch!"

"Why don't you?" Carlos said. "You even bigger son of a bitch."

"Are you gonna stand there and call names or are you gonna fight?" I challenged.

"I hate you so much, Logan, one day you're gonna regret challenging me to a fight!" he said.

"Oh, I guess that will be the day when you and all your foreign family get shipped back to Venezuela!" I yelled. I knew Carlos wouldn't be able to take that.

"AUTORIZACIÓN, that' s él, I' m que va a golpear su malo del asno con el pie tan, ese you' ¡el re no incluso ir a recordar cómo cagar! (OK, that's it, I'm gonna kick your ass so bad, that you're not even going to remember how to shit)!" Carlos screamed as he grabbed me by the collar and banged me up against the wall.

I punched him in the face and pushed him to the ground before I grabbed his head and slammed it into the ground numerous times. He got up and swung me into the nearest wall and then he jabbed me in the face. I grabbed him into a headlock and swung him over onto the floor.

"Look up, bitch!" Carlos warned before he did the dirtiest thing ever and punched me in my balls. I crouched over in pain while he started ramming his knee into my stomach. I quickly gained consciousness down under and I tackled him to the ground. He slapped me in the face and ducked into the corner.

"Really, Carlos, you punched me in the motherfucking balls?" I asked as I grabbed my ribs.

"It shouldn't hurt that bad, it's not like you even have real balls!" Carlos replied before laughing.

I hated this new attitude of his. He used to be so nice and calm and cheery and now he's just a Big Fat Bitchy McBitchy Bitch.

"Screw you!" I snapped.

"You wish you could!" Carlos teased. I snapped and instantly jumped on him and started beating the shit out of him. I was sick and tired of him and his devilish attitude and I wanted to pound on him forever. But as I was about to make my seventh punch, we both stopped in our tracks.

I had been caught in his eyes and he and got caught in mine. All of the anger and frustration just evaporated from me as I just got lost in the maze of his beautiful eyes. I could tell he was feeling mixed feelings like I was and I pulled him up.

"I'm sorry, Carlos, I'm so sorry," I apologized for some strange reason.

"No, Logan, it's not your fault. I should have trusted you in the first place. You're right, you did give me the best three weeks of my life, and I don't want it to end just because of some stupid misunderstanding." Carlos replied. What he said just brought tears to my eyes. By the look of it, he had began to cry just like me.

"So are we cool?" I asked.

"You bet it, baby," Carlos replied as he grabbed me by the shirt collar and pulled me into one of the most passionate and heartfelt kisses I had ever experienced. I grabbed the back of his neck and let him into my mouth, our tongues fighting for dominance.

"I love you, Carlos, I love you so much!" I said through the kiss.

"I never stoppedloving you, Logie!" he assured me.

I started to grab the bottom of his shirt and I could feel he was going for mine.

"Are you sure you're ready?" Carlos asked me as we snuggled our noses.

"I couldn't be more ready, Carlos, I want you inside of me," I told him. "I want the two of us to be one."

We were just about to get really romantic when I heard James and Kendall unlocking and opening the door. They saw the position Carlos and I were in and I could have sworn they gagged. Carlos and I both stood up and pulled our shirts down and fixed our hair.

"Looks like the plan worked, James!" Kendall announced as he gave James the high-five.

"Told you my plan would work," James replied.

"No way, James came up with this plan?" Carlos asked.

"I can think!" James snapped. "I get better grades than you, thank you!" he said, pointing a finger at Carlos.

"We locked you two in here for about an hour, and after you two fought for like ten minutes, all we could hear was the sound of you two making out." Kendall said. "I'm glad we got in here when we did, it looked like you two were about to have sex!"

Carlos and I glanced at each other. Then, we burst out in laughter. "Us? Have sex? No!" Carlos assured them.

"Yeah, no way would we be doing that!" I added, even though we both knew that was exactly what we were so close to doing.

"Well, not yet, anyways..." Carlos said.

"Aww," I said in a romantic voice. "You're so sweet!" I swung him into a kiss.

We could have made out forever if Kendall and James hadn't groaned obnoxiously.

"We do NOT, I repeat NOT need to see you and your boyfriend making out," James said as Kendall gave Carlos and I back his helmet and my book.

"So does this mean that we're all a part of Big Time Rush again?" Kendall asked; both he and James eased towards us in anticipation of our answers.

Carlos and I looked at each other again, and then we both smiled when he grabbed each other's hands.

"You bet we are!" Carlos and I said simultaneously.

The four of us bumped fists and gave each other a hug. Carlos kissed me on the lips before we all made our way upstairs.

When we got to our floor, we were shocked to see that some random person was entering our apartment!

Review to prevent the mystery person from being a crazed serial killer!