A/N: Another one that I don't know why I never posted...I'm fairly certain it's finished. Oh well. This one's also rated K, there is nothing even remotely offensive in this...

They were at Kendall's house one night, scrunched up on the couch while Katie and Mrs. Knight were out at the movies. They'd been enjoying a movie they rented for the occasion and an empty popcorn bowl laid forgotten on the floor. Kendall had his back against the arm rest, James lying between his legs against his chest. His arms were wrapped securely around the other's waist and the credits were rolling but neither of them particularly cared. They were too involved in each other.

One of Kendall's hands made its way up to James' hair, softly running his fingers through it. Kendall absolutely adored how he was the only person allowed to play with it. James would have anyone else's head on a stake for touching it. But as the love of his life, he had special privileges.

That's how they were situated when James said it, or asked it rather. He craned his neck back to look up at his boyfriend with the sweetest, most curious expression. "Where do you see us in 5 years?"

Kendall didn't even have to think about it; he knew exactly where they'd be and how their lives would play out. "Well," he said thoughtfully, slipping his hand under the other's side to idly caress his side. "I see us together. No doubt about that. I'll be training to play hockey for some team in LA while you live out your dream. We'll have an apartment together. It'll be perfect."

James smiled up at him, accepting the sweet kiss from his boyfriend. Despite how cheesy it sounded, he couldn't help but gaze up at him with admiring eyes. "It's already perfect."