Author's Note: Not really much to say, except well thank you guys once again for liking this well read and review, CrazyMary01 P.S (If you are re-reading this chapter I finally went back and fixed all those pesky typos.) I also added a few things I thought would make the chapter better, as well as changed the title. And do not worry I am working on Chapter 6 as we speak I should have it up within the next few days, to a week's time.

Chapter Five- What's worth The Fight

Kendall's eyes widened at the feel of Logan's lip glued to his, but he didn't complain or push him away. This gives Logan a boost of confidence. Logan let's his eyes slip shut, and he presses himself closer to Kendall. At this point Kendall's mind turns on and he begins to kiss Logan back, and, at least in Logan's mind, its complete magic. "Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all." Logan licks at Kendall's bottom lip, and in turn the teacher stiffens in his arms.

"Logan, stop" He says. Logan simply just pouts his drunken state (as well as his hormones) taking over his mind. Logan tries again, slowly moving in closer to kiss him. He is thrown to the side his back hitting the mattress before he can press his lips against the others. Kendall stands from where he is sitting and tears sting Logan's eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Though he wasn't fully sure he wanted to know the answer.

"What the hell do you think is wrong?" Kendall yelled. Logan's heart shattered and his bottom lip trembled.

"A-Am I a bad kisser," Logan stammered worried his lack of experience had ruined everything.

"No Logan not at all." Kendall sighed and once again sat down next to the brunette.

"Did you not like it?" If that was the problem then he'd be even more heart broken then if Kendall had just thought he wasn't good with his lips.

"No Logan, that's not it either." Kendall placed his face in his hands and clutched his dirty blonde locks.

"Then don't pull away." Kendall turned to argue at the other's words, but when their eyes met the only thing Kendall could do was pull the crying brunette into his chest. Logan felt a little better being in the teacher's arms, and somehow that gave him the confidence to try again. He looked up and met Kendall's green eyes, and then reluctantly he slipped them shut and puckered his lips, patiently; he waited for the teacher to kiss him. However for a good five minutes Logan felt nothing.

The teen opened his eyes, and though no words were spoken he could clearly see the older's conflict. He just looked at Logan for two seconds before speaking.

"Logan, if this gets-"Logan places a finger on Kendall's lips to silence him.

"It can be our little secret," he whispers. It's then that Kendall loses it, slamming his lips against the smaller boy's. Logan squeals in surprise, but doesn't protest. His arms are wrapping around the teacher's neck, and in turn he is pulled back unto his lap. His arms circle around Logan's back and slowly they move down to where they rest just above his waist. Kendall's tongue traces his bottom lip.

Logan opens his mouth slowly to allow the intruder access, and he doesn't even get his mouth fully open before Kendall's wet appendage pushes forward violating every crevice of his mouth. A whine comes from the back of his throat, and he felt Kendall smile. Logan pulls away feeling breathless, and he let his head loll back as the teacher took possession of his neck. Kendall kisses around leaving little butterfly nips across his throat. Logan feels a thrust of the other's hips, and the action causes a sexy moan to emerge from Logan's lips.

Then Kendall pulls away and he's frowning.

"Logan we have to stop." He says grabbing the younger's chin. "You're underage."

"Why does age even matter." Logan was growing angry.

"Personally I don't think it does, but by law, and authority it is illegal."

"Only if we have sex. We're only making out Kendall."

"How can you know we won't go past that?"

"There's this thing called self-control."

"Logan that will only go so far. Say we do give this a shot, and we end up making it for a long time. Years even. You can't know we'll control ourselves. Right now we're close to ripping our clothes off and devouring each other." Kendall looked down and Logan followed his gaze to the hard on he sported. He looked away from the teacher and blushes.

"There are other things to get off besides sex Kendall. "Besides it's not like I'm going to want it any times soon. I'm a virgin after all."

"Liar," Kendall smiled, returning his gaze to Logan's crotch. "At least about not wanting it." Logan continued to blush, but he knew Kendall was right. The simplest touch from him sent his hormones wild.

"No one has to know. Like I said it can be our little secret."

"Logan I like you, really I do. I've liked you from first sight, but I just, I can't." The tears once again filled Logan's eyes, but this time the fell down his cheeks without any effort to suppress them. To say Kendall felt like a dick was the biggest understatement of the year.

"See I told you I'm not good enough." Logan cried.

"What do you mean?"

"Why I cried myself to sleep last night, because you got a boner after talking with your roommate."

"Oh Logan," Kendall laughed, though it seemed to be more to himself.

"I get it Kendall; you want someone your age. You don't need to make some bullshit-"Suddenly Kendall's lips were on his, and he was silenced.

"The reason I had a boner is because James gave me a mental image of you."

"Me?" Logan question.

"Yes you. However much I want too though Logan, we can't. It risks your job, my job, and for me jail."

"Again that's only if we have sex."

"Logan, do you think if we were together I wouldn't want you in that way. By god I've never met someone with effect you have on me. When you kissed me it was like instant boner." Logan continued to cry.

"Then don't stay away. Please Kendall." There were now tears in Kendall's eyes. He rested his forehead against Logan's.

"I really wish you weren't sixteen." He whispered.

"Yeah me too," Logan sighed. He pulled out of the teacher embrace. "So then co-workers it is," He says composing himself. "Speaking of work, you should probably get back, bye Mr. Schmidt." Logan lays back on his bed, feeling sadder than he could of ever thought possible.

"Logan please don't be like this, we can still be friends."

"I wish I could say that would be enough for me." Logan is completely honest when he says this. "Besides you only have to deal with me for the summer, it's not a good idea to get close anyways." Kendall purses his lips, and officially felt like the dumbass everyone knew he was. He didn't ask any more questions, or stand his ground and argue. He just got up from Logan's bed, and left.

Logan had now cried most of the afternoon. He knew kissing the blonde had been a bad idea, he just knew it. However bad an idea it was though, Logan had to admit it. That was the best kiss he had ever had.

Granted it was the only kiss he had, but he was sure a kiss couldn't get much better than that. When Kendall had kissed him, it was like his blood didn't know where to flow. It made little tingles run from the tips of his toes, to the tiniest hair floccule on the crown of his head.

And despite the fact he was crying over Kendall now, he knew he would do it again if given the chance. Logan sighed before sitting up from his bed blinking.

He felt pathetic. Two days of a stupid crush. One make-out session, and what did it get him? Cooped up in his room crying for hours with a pending hang-over. Logan mentally slapped himself. Finally coming to the realization just made him feel even more pathetic."

Kendall walked through the door of the small two bedroom apartment. His roommate James is on the couch grading papers.

"Sense when do subs grade shit?" Kendall laughs as he sits on the chair beside the couch.

"Sense the sixth grade teacher quit. I'm probably going to be temping the rest of the summer." James' eyes scans the paper in his hands and he rolls his eyes. "You would think middle-schoolers would be slightly better with vocabulary."

"James Maslow actually worries about such things."

"May I remind you I was on the A honor roll all four years of high-school Ken-dork. Of course I worry about such things. Especially when it comes to the youth."

"Whatever you say dude." Kendall replied kicking his feet on to the coffee table.

"How did taking Logan home go?" James asked smiling. "He seemed pretty drunk when I saw him this morning."

"He was slightly sober by the time I got to the lunch room."

"Just be glad I told you." James scanned and graded another paper. "If he had gone through the whole day like that, and someone would've been bound to notice. You and I both know, half the teachers there wouldn't have hesitated to tell Tina."

"I know that's why I insisted he go home." Kendall sighed.

"You seem troubled." James said. The sigh had made him finally take in the appearance of his companion. His face was stained with tear tracks, and his eyes were puffy and red, not to mention he seemed to tense at the mention of the teen's name.

"He kissed me." Kendall admitted.

"And," James urged.

"And it was amazing James, nothing like how I used to kiss Kyle."

"I'm guessing there's more."

"I turned him down."

"You what?!" James asked shocked.

"I told him that he was too young, that it'd be best for us to just be friends." Kendall began to cry. "But oh James now he doesn't even want to be friends. He just wants to be co-workers." James pursed his lips.

"Then why'd you say no?" Kendall pondered before answering.

"Because there were so many risks. My job, his job, jail-"

"Jail is only if you have sex," James interrupted. Kendall groaned.

"That was Logan's argument too."

"Well then he's made a valid point."

"And our jobs?" Kendall asked.

"The only way that would be out the window is if Tina figured out, and even then it's only a summer job anyway. You'd have to look for new work come fall regardless of what happened." Kendall just shrugged, because James had (unsurprisingly) made another point.

"Plus I'm not going to guaranty that we wouldn't have sex. It was hard for us to keep our clothes on when we made out for two minutes."

"That's why you look so on edge." Kendall glared at James. "What dude you're practically screaming sexual frustration. Now Kendall blushed.

"Fuck you James."

"Sorry dude I'm kind of straight so keep it in your pants buddy boy." James smiled and flipped his dark hair out of his eyes. Kendall sighed again. "But even then in two years he'll be legal anyway. You make it sound like you want to fuck a twelve year old." Kendall pursed his lips.

"What am I going to do James?" The temp sat the last paper on the completely graded stack, and turned to his companion.

"Do whatever you feel is best bro, but if you decide to stay away you can't act miserable. A, it was your decision alone to make, and B Logan will already be pissed because you said no. Acting like you didn't want to say no will just make him feel worse." Once again James had a made a valid point, but was Kendall really willing to listen?

Even he wasn't so sure.

Logan wakes up the next day with a massive headache, and a growling tummy. His mind is foggy of the details, but he knows he must look like hell from the crying. He can feel the dry tear tracks, and can feel the swelling around his eyes. It was all the indication he needed to know the state of his face.

He splashes it with cold water, and gets ready for the day. The words our little secret rings continually in his head. He tries his best to ignore the words but his brain refuses.

He remembers it all, granted it hadn't even been twenty four hours, but still. He remembers the way Kendall's lips felt as they worked against his own, he remembers how tight he had held him. But worse of all he remembers the softness of the lip-lock.

There was a bitter sweet feeling in his chest at the thought of it. Tears began to roll down his cheeks. He felt stupid once again. He was already tired of the tears.

He fought them back, but they didn't cease, and that in its self, made him cry even more. He wanted to be stronger, he knew he was stupid to keep crying. Hell maybe Logan was just stupid in general.

Okay stupid wasn't the right word. Maybe hopeless? No that wasn't it either, it most definitely wasn't that depressing to be rejected by Kendall. Insecure? Sure he'd always had been, but it never had him withered in a corner crying. Incomplete? Again that was another emotion that fit into his daily life. Those emotions were monotonous to Logan, right now everything had been simply indescribable.

His emotions, his feelings for Kendall. His heart, his mind, all indescribable. Logan's head was hurting from the confusion, and his heart ached with longing, and somehow the words "our little secret" just piled on and made it worse.

Logan shook his head and ran out the door. He did his best to ignore his brain.

Kendall gets to work, and his head (as well as his heart) is pounding. His head from his hang-over, and his heart from the fear of seeing Logan after what had happened yesterday. He still was so unsure what to do. Sure he liked the cute dimpled teen, but after yesterday, Kendall wasn't so sure that Logan still felt the same. "How do feelings change in one night." His mind nagged. "After all, he did kiss you."

Kendall shook his head. This was starting to drive him past his limit of sanity. When Kendall reaches his classroom he first erases the board of the lessons from the previous day. The daily agenda writing was more for his own resource than the children's, after all they couldn't exactly read.

He begins to write the Agenda for the day on the board. L-O-G-A he stops suddenly realizing he was about to write Logan's name on the board.

"What am I? A fucking teenage girl." He says aloud.

"Um Hi," Kendall whips around at the sound of the familiar voice.

"Logan h-hi." He awkwardly tries to cover the board with his back.

"Why are you acting like that?" Logan asked raising an eye brow at the teacher.

"Acting like what?" Kendall's voice had raised a whole octave.

"Like me walking in is awkward, well wait never mind, don't answer that." Logan sighs and sets his lunch down on the teacher's desk. Kendall turns his body to further hide Logan's partially written name.

Logan turns to look at the teacher and Kendall gave him a big cheesy grin. Logan once again raises an eyebrow.

"Okay you're freaking me out." Kendall giggled nervously.

"Okay Kendall just stop with the shit. Neither of us can change what happened yesterday, which is why we are strictly professionals. Now dammit Mr. Schmidt be professional." Logan looked away from the teacher and began to read through the lesson plans for the day. He was putting together things to do -as the teacher's assistant- to ensure the plan for today was a success.

Logan took a minute to look up from the binder to see Kendall still standing awkwardly in front of the board.

"Mr. Schmidt why are you still standing there. Don't you usually write down the Agenda."

"Um," Kendall scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah, I um was just getting to that." Kendall slapped his hand over the writing before bending down to retrieve the dry erase marker he had dropped upon Logan entering the room. When he stands up he is surprised to be nose to nose with the brunette. Kendall silently gulped.

"Mr. Schmidt you seem to be covering something."

"How many times have I told you, unless the kids are around call me Kendall." Logan rolled his eyes, and made a move to remove Kendall's hand, and then there it was. Though it was partially erased because of Kendall's hand there was enough of an outline for Logan to be able to read his practically written name.

"You didn't want me to see that you had written my name on the board." Logan said slowly. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." Logan face palmed. "Don't act so weird the next time. You scared me for a second. So why did you write my name up there anyway."

"Because I couldn't stop thinking about you," Kendall admitted. Logan felt more tears sting his eyes. He couldn't do this. Not here, not now, truthfully not ever.

"Kendall, just stop talking."

"Well I'm telling the truth."

"Well then lie." Logan said, as if the simplicity was obvious.

"Logan I just said we couldn't be together. Not that I didn't like you."

"That doesn't mean you can flirt with me."

"Flirt with you? I was just answering a question." Logan groaned and glanced at the clock noticing it was time to pick up his class, and then simply walked away. Leaving a confused blonde behind him.