No more hiatus. Anyways, some resolutions to things in this chapter :) hope you like it!

Kendall's belly had grown a significant size in the past three months. He couldn't walk anywhere without waddling comically, and he could barely see his feet. Sometimes when he sat down in a chair, he couldn't get back up. And often the baby's kicking drove him demented to the point where he just wanted to reach right into his body and tug him or her out by the ankles, slap them around a little and tell them to stay still for five damn seconds so he could nap in peace. Luckily, Jett was there to help him put on his shoes and help him out of his chair when he needed it.

"You really don't have to," Kendall giggled bashfully, sitting back on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table. Jett sat on the table and pick up one bare foot, holding it in his hands and rubbing it gently. Kendall moaned weakly, eyelids fluttering. "God, Jett . . . ."

"I want to," Jett replied teasingly. "Don't act like you don't love it."

"Then I'm making dinner tonight."

Jett gasped, eyes widening with horror. "But Kendall, I'm doing nice things for you! Don't punish me by cooking!" A cushion rapidly smacked him in the face.

"Jerk," Kendall huffed, arms folded, scowling.

"Kendork, baby, I'm just kidding. You know I like your food."

Kendall nodded, smiling sleepily and siting back, relaxing and shutting his yes. "Yeah, I know."

As Jett massaged Kendall's sore feet, he watched the blond lying there. His hands were rested on his round belly, his eyes shut gently, a small smile on his face. He was so cute, and looked so innocent. Although he'd done plenty to prove to Jett that he was far from it. He finished off Kendall's left foot and moved on to his right, giving it a light tickle with his fingers and smiling when Kendall giggled, dimple showing in his cheek. "Jett, stop."

"Sorry, I'm done." He kept rubbing at his foot.

"So, are the new New Town High episodes coming along?"

"Pretty good, but the season is almost over. They're gonna have conferences soon to discuss our contracts, and if there's gonna be another season."

"Oh." Kendall frowned. "Well, I hope that works out for you."

"Yeah, I hope so too." Jett shrugged. "Though I guess it can't last forever." He finished massaging his feet and placed them back on the floor.

"That is true, but still. Thank you," Kendall said sweetly, tugging Jett down and kissing him. Jett grinned, wrapping his arms around Kendall and kissing back, tongue sliding between his lips easily. His hands slid downwards, one under Kendall's shirt, over his back, while the other slid over his thigh. "No," Kendall protested, laughing and trying to push him off. "Your hands smell like feet . . ."

He squeaked in surprise when Jett grabbed his legs and lifted them up, his back slumping down the couch. Jett held his thighs in his hands and knelt between them, leaning down and kissing him again. Kendall gave a happy little moan and gave in, arms sliding around his neck and tugging at his hair. "Mmm," escaped Kendall's open mouth as Jett's tongue lapped sloppily at his. Jett's kisses always drove him demented, leaving craving more and more by the second.

But then there was a knock on the door and Jett quickly pulled back, clearing his throat and fixing his hair. Kendall quickly fixed himself up too, placing his feet back on the floor. Jett took his hand and tugged him to his feet, before hurrying over to answer the door. Carlos and Logan stood there, beaming and waving at him. "Hey Jett!" Logan greeted in a chirpy voice. Since they'd made up on the day Kendall told Logan that he was the father, the two had been just as close as ever. There was no getting between them, which Kendall actually found to be a relief. The guilt of what he was doing behind Carlos' back ate away at him every time he looked at either him or Jett, but he just couldn't stop. It was easier to deal with knowing that he always had Logan attached at the hip.

Jett let them into the apartment and Carlos gave Kendall a quick but affectionate peck on the lips. Logan did the same, but planted one on his belly. Kendall laughed, like he always did, and ruffled Logan's hair. "Good to see you guys," Jett commented. He hadn't seen them since the previous week, having been busy with his TV show for most of this week. And the time he hadn't been on set, he'd been with Kendall. "What's up?"

"We wanted to invite you over tomorrow night," Carlos said excitedly, grinning at Kendall.

"Both of you," Logan added, playfully nudging Carlos in the side. "Silly." This double act they always had going on could get a bit exhausting at times. Though it was also entertaining, and very sweet to see. "We're having a movie night. Carlos and me have already selected our choices of film!"

"So basically all of your favourites and nobody else's?" Kendall teased.

"Of course!" Carlos wrapped his arms around Kendall, nuzzling his neck fondly. "Do you wanna hang out today, babe?"

Kendall shook his head, kissing Carlos on the cheek. "Sorry. I would like to, but it's already nearly evening and I've got to go pick up some groceries and t-shirts that'll actually fit me better."

"Oh, alright. Tomorrow then?"

"Tomorrow, definitely."

Later on in the evening, Kendall went to go and do his shopping. As he walked around, he felt very at ease. He was a celebrity; people knew about his baby. He didn't have to stay indoors and hide it. Though admittedly, while he was very comfortable on the outside, on the inside it wasn't so loving and comforting anymore. He didn't understand why.

Kendall carried his grocery bag in his hand and walked into the Palmoods. He'd bought some ecological fabric bags recently, so they were strong enough that he didn't need to carry them in both hands. His belly always got in the way with those. He smiled in greeting at the people he knew, before stepping into the elevator and going to push the right button. "Hold the elevator!" a male voice called out frantically. Kendall quickly stuck his arm out and held the doors open. "Thanks!" a young man hurried in, laughing a little breathlessly.

"No problem," Kendall grinned at him. Then his smile fell as his mother stepped into the elevator with them. She pushed the button for floor 2, and the doors slid shut. Kendall sighed, wishing he could fold his arms, and turned away from her. The ride instantly became silent and awkward. The stranger in with them was more than happy to run out when they stopped at the first floor. For a minute Kendall was tempted to run out after him. But he really didn't want to take the stairs. So he stayed put and kept his eyes diverted away from his mother."

"Kendall."

He said nothing, and didn't look.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry."

Kendall bit down on his lip. Then he turned to glance at her briefly, before looking away again. "Okay." If she thought she was getting off that easily, she could think again. Of course, he missed her a lot. But that didn't mean he would forgive her.

"Kendall, please. I'm trying to make things right."

She reached out to touch his shoulder; he pulled away. "It took you long enough," he replied coldly, finally looking at her. Carlos, Logan, James and Jett may have gained height on him, but he was still taller than his mother. It gave him a bit more confidence, which was what he needed. "How long has it been, almost six months?"

"Kendall . . ." Her mouth trembled. "I know I made a mistake—"

"Do you, because you seemed perfectly happy at the time," Kendall snapped. "Kicking one of your kids out of the house. What if James hadn't found me a place? I'd have nowhere to fucking stay, you bitch." She winced, and for a second he felt terribly guilty. But there were tears in his eyes and he was so angry and his hormones we're helping. "I'm having a baby and I wouldn't even have had a fucking roof over my head!"

"I said I'm sorry! Look, I know forgiving me might be a long process but I just wanted to ask you if you want to move back in with Katie and—"

"I appreciate that kind and charitable offer but no thanks," Kendall retorted, finally managing to fold his arms up over his chest with his groceries dangling from one hand. "I'm perfectly happy living with Jett. I don't want to move out."

For a moment their argument was postponed as she gave him a puzzled look, head tilted slightly. He quickly turned away, pushing the button to open the elevator doors. "This is your stop."

She sighed, leaving the elevator. She turned back to look at him. "Sweetie . . . I just hope we can talk again soon."

Kendall looked back at her, reaching over to push the button to close the doors again. "Okay." As soon as the doors shut, he had to clamp a hand over his mouth to muffle his sob. He may have been alone, but he still didn't want to make noise. When the doors opened on his floor, he hurried out and down the hallway into his apartment, dropping his bag on the coffee table and sitting down, hand still clamped over his moth. He took a shaky breath and tried to compose himself. He wiped at his eyes.

"Hey, you alright?"

Kendall looked up, seeing Jett walk towards him and sit beside hm. "I thought you were on set," Kendall said lamely.

"I'm not."

"My mom started talking to me in the elevator."

"What did she say?"

"She apologised and said she wanted me to move back into 2J."

"Oh." Jett frowned. "And, you said no?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Why? You don't accept her apology?"

"Well, that." Kendall smiled shyly. "And I like living here with you."

"Oh." Jett blushed. Kendall rested his head against his shoulder and gave a contented little sigh. Jett wrapped his arms around him and held him close.

The following night, Kendall and Jett went down to 2J to find popcorn and other snacks all over the coffee table, and Carlos and Logan sitting there looking excited. James sat beside them, grinning when the two arrived. Carlos and Logan barely mumbled a greeting before turning on the movie eagerly as Logan jumped up to dim the lights.

Kendall sat down beside Carlos, and Jett sat beside him. The fell into silence immediately. At fist, Carlos put his arm around Kendall. But a few minutes later he got distracted by something Logan said and didn't put his arm back.

Some time later, in he middle of the film, Kendall glanced to his left and saw Carlos and Logan, whispering together and giggling like little girls over what was on screen. They weren't paying any attention to him. In another life, maybe he would've been offended that his boyfriend was ignoring him for his friend, but he didn't. He felt oddly relieved. He saw James with his eyes on the screen and doing his very best to ignore the two making noise. He felt Jett's body heat radiating from his right side. He glanced over at him, but when Jett felt eyes on him and turned to look at Kendall, Kendall quickly looked back at the screen.

A few minutes later, it happened again and as he looked away pretending nothing had happened, he tried not to smile. Then he suddenly felt long and strong fingers lacing with his, where his hand rested on his thigh. He looked up at Jett, who grinned at him and squeezed his hand. Their hands sat intertwined on Kendall's thigh for a few minutes. It felt nice to have him there, though he couldn't help feeling a little paranoid about Carlos and Logan being so close to him. Then he looked up and saw James staring at them. Their eyes locked, and James raised his eyebrows. He was smiling, Kendall could see that. But he also looked apprehensive. Kendall sighed, turning towards Jett and leaning close to him. "Can I talk to you in the hallway for a sec?" he murmured, lips brushing off Jett's ear. The brunet blushed slightly and nodded. Kendall heaved himself up off the couch, slipping around the back so he didn't walk in front of the others. Jett followed and Kendall led him behind the shelf of toys into the hallway where the bedrooms were.

"So, um." Kendall kept his voice low. He wrung his hands together as he said at last, "What are we?"

"What do you mean?" Jett asked slowly, glancing briefly at the living room to make sure they were still alone.

"Like, are we just messing around?" Kendall wondered, trying not to sound too awkward and hesitant about it. "Or is it more serious?"

"Truthfully, I don't know."

"Well, um . . ." Kendall swallowed, hand resting on Jett's forearm. "Do you want it to be more serious? Like, do you want to be together, as more than, well . . . you know."

For a moment Jett forgot about the three other people sitting in the living room. He could only answer honestly. "Yeah, I do."

"I do too."

"Really?"

Kendall nodded. "So, I want to tell the others about us."

"What?!" Jett squeaked. "I-I mean, are you sure?"

"I'm sure . . . it's not right to hide it from them." Kendall looked up at Jett. "Unless you don't want to."

"I just don't want you to do something you'll regret."

Kendall nodded, glancing over and checking to see that the others' attention was diverted. Then he leaned in and gave Jett a quick peck on the lips. "Okay, come on."

Jett smiled and followed him out. Kendall moved to stand in front of the television and cleared his throat. "Guys? Can we stop the movie for a sec? I need to talk to you."

Logan frowned, but picked up the remote and did as he asked. "What is it?"

Kendall clamped his hands together nervously. "Um . . ."

Jett gave him a reassuring smile, knowing what he was about to do. He felt Jett standing next to him and it gave him a little comfort. "Carlos . . ."

Carlos looked up at him.

"I want to break up."

Carlos' jaw dropped. "Why?!"

"Because I've been seeing Jett behind your back," Kendall whispered, shutting his eyes for a second. "I'm sorry."

Carlos and Logan stared blankly up at them. It was only a tiny gesture, but Jett moved his hand over slightly and linked his little finger with Kendall's. Carlos gaped at them. At last Kendall opened his eyes again when he asked, "How long?"

"Three months," Kendall replied in a trembling voice. "When we fought about telling Logan."

"It wasn't Logan who gave you that hickey," Carlos said numbly. "Was it?"

Logan's jaw dropped. "What?!"

"Logan, I'm sorry," Kendall pleaded. "I panicked after it happened, I didn't know what else to say . . ."

"So you've been fucking this whole time?" Carlos demanded, looking right at Jett. He only nodded, looking worried but determined.

"Kendall." Kendall looked down at him. "I . . . I wanna talk to Jett for a minute, if that's cool."

"Oh." Kendall glanced at Jett, who just shrugged. "Alright." He walked back into the hallway, James and Logan getting up and following him.

"I'll be in my room," James said quietly, turning to go. "But, um. Good job." He clapped Kendall on the shoulder. "Good luck, Ken." And he went into his room and shut the door.

"I really am sorry, Logan," Kendall murmured.

"It's okay." Logan reached out and squeezed his hand. "I saw the way he was looking at you."

"Hmm?"

"Shh. Let's just see how this goes."

Out in the living room, Carlos stood up and faced Jett, expression blank. Jett folded his arms, giving an awkward but warm smile. At least, he hoped it was warm. He tried his best. "So . . . what's up?"

"You're a fucking prick."

Jett's jaw dropped. And alright, he kind of sorta knew that already. Any guy who went after someone taken behind the partner's back was a prick. "Okay, um . . . why?"

Carlos laughed, brow scrunched in anger, jaw tight, fist clenched. "As if you don't fucking know!" Standing right in front of Jett, they were both tall, and strong, the exact same height. "You're a snake! Luring Kendall in to live with you and get him in bed with you, you wanted him all along! That's the only damn reason you let him stay with you!"

"Hey, I was trying to do a good deed!" Jett retorted, arms folded.

"That's bullshit! You wanted him for yourself, admit it!" Carlos shouted.

And because Jett was getting frustrated now, and had had enough of hiding everything away, he decided that he would. "You know what, fine! It's true! I did let him stay with me to be nice, but I also wanted to be with him, and I tried to fucking stay away!"

"Yeah right—"

"It's true! Do you think I wanted that to happen?! Do you think I meant to take him from you?!" Jett roared, his anger overcoming him as he shoved Carlos away to get some breathing space. "Well I didn't, it's not my fault we have stuff in common and that we get along! I didn't mean to do any of it but guess what, I wouldn't take any of it back!"

Carlos shoved him and he stumbled across the floor. "You're a backstabber!"

Jett growled and shoved him back. "I don't think you're even angry about losing him, you're just angry about losing!"

"SHUT THE FUCK—"

"THE ONLY REASON YOU EVER EVEN WANTED HIM WAS FOR HIS BODY. I WANTED HIM FOR HIS EYES."

Carlos stopped, unsteady on his feet. He stood frozen for a second or two before stuttering out, "Wh-What?"

Jett' chest heaved. "You heard me," he said slowly. "You wouldn't even want to date him if you hadn't started having sex. But, I-I . ." His cheeks flushed. "I liked him anyway. And it sucks, I know, that I didn't get to act on it until he was carrying a baby in him and in a twisted love triangle with you and Logan. But I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry."

Carlos seemed to have no idea of what to say or do. He looked a bit dazed. The silence was tense, the anger buzzing through the room almost thick enough to hold in his hand. Then the silence was broken.

"Carli?"

Jett and Carlos turned towards the door, where Kendall and Logan stood. They'd clearly heard every word. Even if they hadn't been screaming their heads off, Jett wouldn't have expected any less. Kendall walked over to Carlos, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head on his shoulder, giving him a warm hug. "It'd not only Jett's fault," he said to him softly. "It's mostly mine. I knew what I was doing was wrong. I'm really sorry."

Carlos looked back at him miserably. "Is it my fault?" he asked quietly. "Was I a bad boyfriend?"

"No, not at all. Don't think that." Kendall cuddled him. "The thing is, Carli . . . I think it was just too much, both you and Logan coming at me at once. I don't know how much of it I actually feel and how much I just put on to make the whole mess work." He couldn't help glancing over at Jett. "But . . . what I feel for Jett is real. I know it is."

"You really like him, don't you?"

Kendall nodded shyly, blushing. Carlos couldn't help smiling a little too; Kendall was always adorable when he blushed. Even if the reason was something he was not entirely happy with, it was still a sweet sight. "Then I guess you should be with him," he said, sighing a little. "I mean, I don't want us to be together if you're not happy . . ."

"I don't want you to be unhappy either." Kendall took his hands and squeezed them. "Carli, you've been so sweet and I don't deserve you . . ."

"Hey, don't say that."

"No, it's true. I'm not just saying that. I've been unfaithful to you and it's not fair. You deserve someone better." Kendall kissed his cheek softly. "You'll be a lot happier when you find that someone better. Trust me, you'll know."

"Does it feel really different?"

"Completely. A bit scary, actually. But it's a good scary." Kendall sighed, biting his lip. "I was a bit scared of being with you, too. But it was bad scary. That's why I lied, about the baby."

Carlos' eyes widened.

"You're a father too, Carlos." Kendall turned towards Logan, speaking up loud. "It's a three gene baby, all of ours."

"Are you serious?!" Logan exclaimed, looking amazed. Then his face lit up into a huge grin. "Oh my god, Carlos! Isn't this great?"

"Yeah," Carlos replied a little numbly, eyes on Kendall's belly. "It's . . . wow. I'm really going too be a dad?"

"You really are." Kendall grinned him as Carlos hugged him tight, sniffling a little and breathing had. "Don't get all emotional."

"I won't make any promises," Carlos laughed weakly, walking over to Logan and hugging him too. The two held each other close, as though all their wildest dreams had just come true in about five seconds. Kendall tried to make sense of that look in their eyes, but then Jett walked over and put his arm around his waist, kissing his forehead, and he forgot about it.

"We should go," Jett murmured in his ear. "I think we've caused enough drama for one night."

Kendall giggled. "Yeah, you're right." He walked over and hugged Logan and Carlos, kissing their cheeks. "Friends?"

"Friends," they both replied cheerily. And he was relieved to see that it was clear they meant it.

Kendall and Jett were silent going back up to their apartment. It was only when they walked in that Jett said a little shyly, "So, we're official now?"

Kendall laughed, nodded and kissing him. "Yeah, we are." He gave a little sigh. "Crazy night, huh? I have a feeling that if I hadn't told Carlos about the baby, he'd still be raging."

"Probably."

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Kendall squeezed his hands. "Not, like . . . sex or anything. Just sleeping."

"We can do that."

They changed their clothes and lay down in Jett's bed. Kendall found it most comfortable to sleep on his left side, so he did and Jett nestled up against his back, a hand gently over his belly. Kendall laced their fingers together, looking back over his shoulder and giving a sleepy smile. Jett gave his neck a little kiss. "Night, Kendork."

Kendall chuckled. "Night, Stetson."