Author's note: Alright you guys, reviews on this chapter would be very much appreciated because I'm not so sure how I feel about it just yet. And it was mentioned that because of the name it goes against guidelines. I have talked to a few people and they all have said usually fanfiction doesn't make a huge deal over it. So I have decided not to change it. That is all the announcements for this chapter; never let your imagination die, CrazyMary01
Chapter Two- So Easy
"Derek two plus two," Kendall says pointing to the small boy. His attention is averted from the playground where children played, and laughed to the board decorated in multiple colors. In blue dry erase lays his simple problem that has been asked by his teacher. Despite the simplicity of the math equation the small boy seemed to be having some trouble. Logan sitting next to him on the alphabet carpet lifted two fingers on one hand, two fingers on the other.
"Count this, and this Derek." He says in a gentle voice. The boy mouthed the numbers as he counted the four fingers. Happy and satisfied he screams the answer.
"Four," he says smiling to himself. "It's four"
"Correct." Kendall flashes the child a smile, and then turns to Logan, smile still on his face nodding a thanks. The smile sends shivers up his spine. Lucky the bell rings before the smile hardens his member too much.
"Alright class, line up." Kendall calls. They line up behind the door. Well more huddled considering kindergarteners never really understood what a straight line was. Logan was there quickly helping organize the glob of students. Once the kids have been put into a semi-straight line he moves his way to the very front. He makes sure the teacher does not catch his stare as just for an instant, he pauses to take in the blonde from the hems of his dark wash jeans, to the crown of his blonde hair. After one look Logan almost loses it. It's almost too much for the sixteen year old boy to handle. Almost.
He turned and led the children down to the lunchroom. He enters the cafeteria and briefly takes in the appearance, having only observed the room through the closed double doors. He takes the now once again huddled bunch of kindergartners and situates them at the tables with the sign Mr. Schmidt taped to the edge. When everything seems to be somewhat ordered, he leaves to grab his lunch from the break room. When he reaches the break room he opens the fridge.
"I hear he's gay." He looks behind him where his disliked coworkers talk.
"Really" says Dennis.
"Yes" Taylor nods. Part of Logan felt his coworkers were talking about him, but maybe that's just because he is after all gay. Then again if the conversation had really been about him you would think they'd have enough sense to shut up upon him entering the break room.
Logan briefly considers joining them, but he knew curiosity wouldn't exactly make himself opening to liking them more then he already did, and from the hour he had spent with Taylor at garden he knew chances of him fitting in were slight.
So instead of staying in the break room he decided to spend lunch in his classroom. He walked down the hallway with a light blush at the thoughts of being alone with Kendall. He quickly pushes his imagination back as he knocks on the door. Not wanting to enter the room with a raging hard on. He knew chances of controlling himself when he was alone with the blonde would be incredibly low if he did. He knocks on the door.
"Come in," the sexy voice calls. Slowly Logan opens the door, and when he is in Kendall's eye view his shock at seeing his assistant lunch bag in hand, is evident.
"Logan, I wasn't expecting you to come help me for the next thirty minutes."
"I decided I wanted to eat here." Kendall raises an eyebrow at Logan's words. "I don't really get along with my coworkers," he adds. Kendall nods his head in understanding.
"Well as long as you're here I could really use some help. Our class seems to not know much about organization." Logan sets his lunch bag down and begins to pull toys from random parts of the room, and puts them in their proper places.
"So why don't you get along with your coworkers," Kendall asked breaking the silence.
"Well I guess I've just never really fit in with people my own age, then again usually people my own age prefer scoffing in my face, and screaming at me for being a faggot-"Logan stopped, and turned crimson red. He hadn't meant to say that much. Kendall turned from the dry erase board, and looked at Logan; he caught the blush and looked at him confused.
"What's wrong?" He asked
"I just wasn't meaning to say that much. I only meant to say the first part. I mean that was, and…" Logan's flushed cheeks became darker as words seems to flutter away from his brain, and stammered in search of a coherent sentence.
"Logan," Kendal says gently. Logan silences his rambling, and brown meets green as he looks at Kendall's face "There's no reason to be embarrassed. So what if you're gay or bi or whatever. If I judged you for that, I'd be judging myself. Unless well you're not gay."
Logan's eyes popped, and it took him a minute to answer. He was still kind of processing the words "I'd be judging myself."
"You're gay?" He asks. The shock rings through his voice and Kendall chuckles.
"Yes gayer than you can ever imagine." Logan's jaw dropped. Can this guy get any more perfect? He asked himself.
"So then you're coworkers do they give you shit about being gay?
"Mr. Schmidt are you sure you should use that kind of language around your sixteen year old assistant?" Logan jokes.
"Well last time I checked you're on your unpaid break meaning for now you're off the clock, and please unless the kids are around call me Kendall."
"Fine then Kendall such vulgar language for my young ears."
"I'm twenty-five it's allowed; besides I'm sure you're not so innocent in the swearing department."
"Fuck no I'm not I swear every mother fucking day dammit." Kendall rolled his eyes.
"You never answered my question." He says leaning against his desk.
"Well I haven't really said anything about it, but from what I've seen of them they're just like the others."
"The others meaning?"
"I mean the other kids my age who've been out to make my life a living hell sense I came out the closet." Logan growled in annoyance at the thought of his classmates.
"I wish I could say I knew what your frustration is like, but I had been out of high school for four years before I knew I was gay."
"How did you figure out?" Logan asked intrigued.
"My roommate Kyle kissed me, and I realized I like it, a lot, then after that, kissing girls was never the same. So finally I accepted I was gay."
"Well your story is a lot more interesting than mine."
"Ah come on every realization story in interesting" Kendall says optimistically.
"Not if there really was no realization." Kendall pushes his eyebrows together in confusion.
"Explain."
"Well ever sense I could remember I'd been attracted to males, never could I see myself with a girl, and I guess there was never any questioning for me because there was always that acceptance." Logan rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Sometimes I think of my coming out story as more of my realization story, because that was when I finally knew the word for men loving men."
"How old were you?" Kendall asked.
"Eleven," Logan sighed, "And sense then I've always been sort of a loner."
"So then do you have anyone who accepted you before me?"
"My mom, me being gay made my dad take my sister, and walk out the door." Logan blushed again feeling as if he had said too much for the simple question asked.
"Is there no friends?"
"None they all left when the doors of the closet had been opened, and even then there was very few. Maybe one or two close friends, a few who were a little more than acquaintance."
"Again, I wish I knew your pain. I was lucky enough, to be older, and have been hanging with a pretty easy going crowd. Sure I got some shit, but not as mot as you."
"What do you mean got? I'm still getting it."
"Yeah, I guess so." Kendall said quietly. Logan looked to the ground and suddenly there were tears in his eyes. He tried his best to blink them away, but his attempt was in vain as the salty liquid spilled from his eyes.
"Why do they hate me for who I am?" he cried. Kendall didn't know how to respond to the boy's question. So instead he embraced him. Logan buried his head into the teacher's chest and began to sob.
He didn't know how long he sat there crying into Kendall's chest, but when he lifted to his head to apologize for his sudden outbreak, he was lost for words. Why? Because the green eyes that were staring into his were so amazing, it stopped the words flowing to his brain from a mere glimpse. Not to mention Kendall's face was so close to his own, that he could practically taste Kendall on his lips.
Before either of them could grasp what was going on they began inching closer to each other, their lips just millimeters apart. Logan closed his eyes waiting for it when suddenly...
Ring. The bell brought the two males out of their own little worlds. Logan stepped out of Kendall's arms with red cheeks. He willed it away.
"I have to go pick up the kids." He said stepping back into his assistant role.
"Yeah," Kendall replied shaking his head. He seemed to distant himself even more from Logan, once the simple word left his mouth. Logan walked away and made his way to the door. "Logan wait." Logan's hand pauses on the door knob and he turns to look at his teacher.
"Yes?"
"Why don't you come get a coffee with me after school? I have many more questions to ask and I don't want to forget them." Logan's eyebrows rise because he wasn't expecting that. He was expecting for some kind of order to come from his teacher's mouth.
"Sure," he answered knowing he wouldn't allow himself to stay no, if there was anything he learned from this last hour, and half, it was that he loved spending quality time with Kendall.