He didn't see Logan before his date that night. He, James and Carlos ended up going out to dinner and a movie together. Carlos had seemed to know that Kendall needed a distraction and he was grateful for that. They lingered over dinner, chatting and even staying for dessert before heading off to the movie. It was a late showing, and a long movie at that so the three didn't get home until sometime after 1 AM. None of them were surprised when they didn't see Logan s car in the driveway. At least someone's getting some, James murmured as his long legs exited the car.

Carlos laughed, then snuck a hesitant look at Kendall who seemed to be off in his own world. Wordlessly Carlos came up and rested a hand on Kendall s back as the three went into the house together.

"Goodnight you guys", James called out, making his way up the stairs as Carlos and Kendall shrugged off their jackets and kicked off their shoes. Both guys nodded in acknowledgement and were silent until they could hear the sound of his door close.

"Thanks for... you know, tonight." Kendall said to Carlos, a corner of his lips turning up into a smile. "It was nice to get out and do something and not sit here just being disgusted with myself."

Carlos rested a hand on Kendall's shoulder and looked him in the eye, though he had to look up at him to do so. "You shouldn't feel that way. It's perfectly natural and -"

Kendall motioned for him to stop. "I-I don t really want to talk about it. I know you re trying to help me and I really do appreciate that, I'm not trying to be a jerk. I just still can't wrap my head around this and I need some time before I'm ready to talk about it."

"I understand," Carlos said quickly, smiling reassuringly to let his friend know that it was okay. "But when you re ready, I'm here. Got it?"

"Got it." Kendall could't help but reach out and hug Carlos, so grateful for him at that moment. "I'm gonna go to bed. My alarm's been acting weird so make sure I'm up in time to go to set, alright?"

"Sure thing." Carlos hugged him back tightly before letting go. "Night man."

"'Night Carlos." Kendall went upstairs to bed, where he lay awake for hours, mind racing.

The house was quiet when Kendall awoke the next morning. He squinted and looked at the time his alarm hadn't one off and Carlos had forgotten to wake him. He bolted up out of bed and dressed quickly in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, throwing on a pair of vans and a baseball cap over his messy hair. He raced down the stairs. "Carlos, what's the deal? I told you to wake me up!"He stopped on the last step, seeing James and Carlos sitting on the couch, their faces pale and already weary. "What's going on? Where's Logan?"

Carlos and James exchanged a look. "He didn't come home last night." James rose to his feet and stood up, walking over to Kendall.

Kendall looked over at Carlos, then back at James. "So? He probably stayed out with with Tiffani. Call him and tell him to meet us at the studio."

"We tried." James sighed. "It kept going to voicemail..." And then he trailed off and turned to look at Carlos. Carlos bit his lip and Kendall's brow wrinkled.

"What, James? What are you not telling me?"

"Kendall, we found Logan's jacket on our doorstep this morning." Carlos spoke up, rising to his feet and standing beside James. Kendall wanted to reach out and steady him; he could practically see his friend swaying on his feet.

"So what?" Kendall managed a nervous laugh. "He must've come home drunk and dropped it. Lost his cell phone. He's probably all hung over and on his way to the set."

James and Carlos exchanged another look and Kendall wanted to strangle them. He wanted to scream at them to just tell him.

"His jacket was ripped." James said slowly, wringing his hands anxiously. "There was what looked like a blood stain on it."

Kendall didn't speak at first. He stood there in shock, trying to take it all in. "No," he shook his head, walking away from the two and pacing across the room. "Did you call the police? Maybe he's pranking us. If something happened to him why would his jacket be on OUR doorstep?"

"We're waiting on them now. We didn't move the jacket." James told him. "Why would Logan do something like that? Finding a bloodstained jacket isn't exactly funny."

"I don't know," Kendall muttered. At the moment he was just refusing to consider the alternatives. His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell, which James rushed off to answer. Kendall whipped around, following his friend to the door.

A tall, thin man with a red beard and mustache introduced himself as Officer Falco as he stepped inside the house, greeting all of them somberly. A short, plump woman with a long blonde ponytail followed shortly behind. "I'm Officer Foster. Why don't all of you tell us what's going on?"

They wasted no time rounding the guys up and sitting them down. They listened intently as James and Carlos told them about that morning. Kendall recounted everything he could remember from the last time he saw Logan and then the officers went to collect the jacket as evidence, taking pictures before sealing it away.

Though Kendall didn't want to, he found himself standing at the front door and staring at the bloodstained jacket. It wasn't a lot of blood but certainly enough that he knew this was no joke. Logan was out there somewhere, injured.