Author's Note: So, this is chapter 7 in Airplane. It's at the end of the chapter, after they pick Logan up off the floor when he collapsed in BTBreak. If you remember the scene then you don't really have to go back to reread it. :3 Oh, and I have news. After a few people asked me, and I finally talked to my friend about it, I have decided to write an IASwAA like version of Season 2. I do have to thank my friend Steph since she basically waved her wand and fixed all the girlfriend crap we've been going through this season...so if you want to thank anyone for it, it should be her. :3 Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own BTR.

I was too exhausted to put an actual emotion on my face as Kendall told us how he got a date with Jo. Do you know what it's like trying to protect yourself while not hitting back? It's freaking hard. Anyway, about halfway through his recount, it hit me. Kendall was taken now. No one else had a chance with him. He wanted Jo, so all those guys that may be falling in love with him, they don't matter.

It made me happy, Kendall deserved a wife and kids and a happy marriage with a white picket fence. Those guys who were even contemplating the idea of kissing Kendall, of running their hands through that dirty blonde hair just to see how soft it really was, yeah, those guys were stupid. And I was not one of those guys.

Let James and Carlos be the gay ones. Kendall and I, we were straight. So, yeah, if he wanted to date Jo that'd be great. I'll just…date Camille and pray I don't die or get horribly injured. I sighed as I silently picked at the hem of my dress. Kendall stopped speaking for a moment, so my eyes trialed back up to him. He was staring at my legs. I looked down, wondering if maybe there was a serious gash on them, but there was nothing. Just the ripped panty hose that covered me. I watched him, curious to see if he was actually looking or just listening to Carlos drone on about the missing helmet adventure he had with his dad.

So, silently, I continued playing with the hem, dragging it up a bit more. I saw Kendall's eyes half in lust as his eyes turned the darkest shade of green I'd ever seen. It made my skin tingle. My breathing got shallow as I pulled it up a little more, seeing how he bit his lip to keep from groaning and how his pants got tighter.

He was attracted to me…dressed like a girl? I stared at him in shock, my fingers still playing with the hem but not bringing it up more. I couldn't believe this, Kendall was attracted to cross dressing? I was curious to find out just how attracted he was to it, but this was still wrong. My mom would hate this. If she saw me dressed like this…I'd be kicked out for sure.

Slowly I let my dress cover my legs again, catching the disappointed groan that left Kendall's lips.

"You shouldn't tease him like that," James whispered huskily. I all but jumped out of my seat.

"What," I whispered in shock.

"You shouldn't tease Kendall. It's not nice. Unless you plan to deliver then you shouldn't do it," James growled protectively.

"I wasn't teasing," I denied looking anywhere but at him. "I just got curious about the hem."

"Right," he smiled. "Look, next time you wanna test out your little theory, ask me before you do it. Because Kendall is so lost to you it's not even funny."

I blushed as my eyes traveled back to Kendall, seeing the way his gaze roamed over my body. It felt like he was undressing me with them. I shivered at the thought and focused on Carlos' story. This was not real. I was just too worked up since I hadn't had a release in so long. Yeah, that's it.

...

"Hey," James' deep voice called to me before I was able to go to my room. I had just finished showering, cleaning the make-up and blood off my face and was about to hit the sack, but of course, James thought he was the only one who needed beauty sleep. "We need to talk."

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. "Bout what," I asked, my voice a higher pitch as I clung to the dress and panty hose Ms. Knight gave me and followed James to the couch. Carlos and Kendall were already in their beds. It was James' night to do the dishes so Ms. Knight and Katie decided to hit the sack too and let James clean up. I knew why he volunteered to clean the entire kitchen instead of just the plates. He no doubt wanted to confront me about the hem thing. I mentally smacked myself for letting him catch me.

"Are you into Kendall," he asked bluntly, his hazel eyes narrowed as he examined my face ready to read anything that passed it.

"What," my voice shook and I felt a heat pass over my face. James smirked.

"You want him," he sang. "Oh I knew it! Wait till I tell-"

"No," I whisper screamed, my head shooting to stare at the door hiding the afore mentioned blonde. "Please don't James."

"Why? I mean…what if he liked you too," he asked, his voice tighter than before but still curious and hopeful.

"I'm not gay," I whispered.

"You'd never sleep with another guy? Ever? Not even if that guy was Kendall?"

"I…" I stopped and looked back at the door. Kendall…was different. I cared about him a lot and loved him but not that way. "I'm not in love with him..."

"Sex and love are two completely different things. Would you sleep with Rachel McAdams?"

"Yes," I answered without hesitating. Hell if she offered herself to me right now I'd be there ready to perform. She was my biggest celebrity crush.

"Do you love her?"

"No of course not. I don't know her."

"But you'd still sleep with her…would you sleep with Kendall? If there were no strings attached and both of you knew that you wouldn't be together in the morning and everything would be just as it is now...and it was just to get off…would you sleep with Kendall Knight?"

I stared at him for a moment before my mind brought up the picture of Kendall in the locker room laughing with his shirt off and his hockey pants unbuttoned, sharing a joke with us that he had heard from some other kid at school. "Yes," I whispered, staring at the Kendall in my mind.

"So why is sleeping with him ok...but dating him isn't?"

I opened my mouth to answer with the thought that had been drilled into my head by my mother for so many years…when I paused. Kendall and I talked about it. He was totally ok with this…why couldn't I ignore my mother for once and just think for myself. I closed my eyes and imagined it. Kendall and I on a date at the movies. He'd take my hand during the parts that made me jump, kiss my neck on the parts that made me blush, and steal a kiss when I least expected it. He'd completely own me, and I'd own him. I shivered at the idea and shook my head. "I'm not ready for that…just…don't tell him. When I'm ready…and I feel like taking that chance…I'll do it. Besides," I began, ignoring the sad look James gave me, like I was giving something up he had desired for so long, "he's really into Jo."