A/N: Ok, here is the third chapter! Thank you to all who have reviewed/favorited/followed this story, it means so much to me! Not many stories like this are written in the BTR fandom, because this is so drastically AU, but I am glad that you all are enjoying this. It is definitely out of my comfort zone to wirte about this, and I am going to need help with facts about the Holocaust in the near future, but I really wanted to write this. I am always trying to think of orginal story ideas, and since my best friend is Jewish, that is why I chose to write this. Thank you all!

I do not own BTR...

"Logan, I really don't think this is a good idea." Everything in James screamed that this in fact was the craziest, stupidest, most absurd thing he could ever fathom of doing. For him to sneak out of the bunks in the middle of the night, try to outsmart all the soldiers, guards, and viscious mutts that were there for the purpose of to seek and destroy, all to meet up with a man he didn't even know, who was, not to mention, a Nazi soldier? No, this could not be done. He would be killed for sure.

"James, there is something to be gained from this. It is obvious that he interested in you. Hell, he is infatuated with you, he even admitted to that." Logan answered back, grabbing James by the shoulders to look him square in the eyes.

"Correction, he said he is fascinated by me. Big difference."

"Oh my god, I will get a fucking thesaurus to prove it to you, but those two words will be listed as synonymous. James, this needs to be done. Let your curiousity take over a bit. You can't tell me that you aren't curious of what he wants."

"My curiousity is overriden by my will to live." James answered, lowering himself onto his pallet, cradeling his head in his hands.

"But you don't get it," Logan began, sitting beside his best friend, "This will more than likely keep you alive. You get on good terms with this Kendall, and he very well may be your ticket out of here. If he likes you as much as I think he does, he will do everything in his power to keep you alive and well. Take a chance. What do you have to lose? You go out there and wind up dying, or stay here, never know what could have been, and wind up dying anyway. Take your pick. I know I would rather die pursuing something that could turn out to be a beautiful thing, than be killed working my ass off."

James turned his head to look at his companion, knowing what he said was the truth.

"God, why do you have to be right all the time?" James grumbled, shifting around on the hard bed, trying to get more comfortable.

"Because I am the genius, remember? Now, we need to work on your strategy of getting to Kendall."

"How are we going to work on a strategy when I don't know where we are going, when he is coming, or if it is even tonight?" The brunette asked, looking accusingly at Logan. His cohort sat there, pondering the question before answering.

"Ok, good point. I guess we are going to have to trust Kendall to orchestrate all of this."

"Exactly, Mr. I'm-A-Genius, and now I am going to stop thinking about it and go to sleep, because I am exhausted." James says emphatically, pulling the thin, poor excuse of a blanket around his lean body. Logan huffed dramtically before standing.

"Let me know how tonight goes." He said before walking away.

James didn't even have to toss and turn to get comfortable like he does most nights, he was so tired, sleep called after him, pulling him under within what seemed like seconds.

*LINE BREAK*

James couldn't decide if it was a dream, but right now he was staring into those bright green eyes of Kendall who had just jostled him out of his slumber.

"Are you ready?" He asked, his lantern casting its light over his face, creating a picture that James couldn't help but be breathtaken by. Kendall was so gorgeous and for the first time, James' heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest it was beating so fast. This was definitely not a dream. It confused him, what exactly he was feeling. He knew he was gay, but he hadn't actually been so taken aback by a guy before.

"Yeah, let me just slip on my shoes." James whispered, shucking the blanket, then grabbing his worn-out shoes.

He silently followed after Kendall, just barely being able to see by the low light of the lantern, but they soon were in the frigid outdoors. Kendall turned out the lantern immediately, as to not alert the other soldiers that they were out here.

"We have to do this quick and efficiently. There is a spot about a quarter of kilometer away from here that is a blind spot to all of the security towers and there is no guards by it. Just follow close behind me, and I will get us there safely." Kendall informed him, and James nodded even though Kendall couldn't see him it was so dark. Kendall reached out and grabbed James' hand and before his heart could spasm from the contact, he was pulled into a jog, as Kendall lead them to this secret hideaway. They had to stop several times, waiting for the spotlights to pass by, but Kendall always kept them just out of the light beams. James knew that Kendall had this whole route planned out, and that impressed him, but confused him at the same time. What exactly was Kendall accomplishing in all of this? Why would he go through so much trouble getting the two of them alone? It certainly wasn't to kill him, because then why would they have to divert all of the guards? Was it sex? Was it need for companionship? James had so many questions clouding his mind, but he knew that everything would be answered soon.

They quickly made it to two massive boulders that jutted out of the turf, a small passage between them, creating almost an alcove. Kendall lead them in, striking a match to light the lantern again. A soft light engulfed them, enough for James to look around at his surroundings. It was secluded, completely averting the attention of the soldiers, and James wondered why they never guarded this spot, or at least inspected it regularly for Jews that were hiding away for some peace and quiet. James saw Kendall reach over, grabbing two thick, wool blankets and a small white sack. He handed one of the blankets and the sack to James, who immediately wrapped his shivering body in its warmth. He opened the sack to see two rolls, so dried strips of beef and a thermos of some sort of warm liquid.

"I brought you some jerky, bread, and coffee. I know it's not much, but I am sure it's a treat from what you are used to." Kendall interjected, awkwardly scratching his neck. James felt tears prick his eyes as he reached in to grab a roll, bringing it up to his nose to smell its delicious aroma. He bit into it, savoring the amazing taste, but couldn't help but start to almost animalistically eat it, his stomach growling from intense hunger he never liked to pay attention to. Food was few and far between for him, but he didn't like to dwell because that only made the hunger pains worse.

"Slow down or you will choke." Kendall cautioned, placing a hand on James' arm. James felt the heat of Kendall's hand almost scorch his skin. He didn't know why he was feeling the way he was when it came to Kendall. He had never felt like this towards a guy before. He nodded his head, finishing off his roll before reaching in for the coffee. He drank some of the hot brew, feeling tendrils of warmth wrap around his bones, and right then he realized just how much he had missed coffee. He screwed the cap back on and reached in for some jerky. He contentedly munched on a strip of it, looking up to see Kendall staring at him. He couldn't help but stare right back.

"Why are you doing this?" James finally asked, breaking the intense, but not awkward, silence.

"I told you before, you..."

James cut him off, "I fascinate you, I know. But that is bull shit, why are you really doing this?"

"Well, aren't you blunt!" Kendall teased, his lips curling up into a smile. James concluded in his mind that Kendall had the most beautiful smile. Straight, white teeth, and dimples that appeared in his cheeks, much like Logan's did, but in a less baby face way and more in a ravishingly beautiful way. James didn't know where these thoughts were coming from.

"I have my moments. But you didn't answer my question."

Kendall leaned back against the rock, settling in as if to tell a story.

"I want to get to know you. I have watched you since I came here, and to be honest I was amazed and intrigued by your pure beauty. Then I saw how you protect that kid who is always with you. Is he your brother?"

"Logan? He is my brother in everything except for blood. We are best friends and his parents raised me." James answered, then let Kendall finish.

"Ok, well, I see how you always protect him and that amazed me. You would truly lay down your life for his, and I see that just by looking at you. That's when I knew that I wanted to get to know you. I am in desperate need of a friend, and I have been drawn to you since I first saw you. That is why." Kendall concluded, looking expectantly at James to respond. He just nodded his head slowly, taking one more piece of beef out of the sack before placing the half full thermos back in it with the remaining roll and jerky, then tied it shut.

"You didn't finish the food...I know you are hungry enough." Kendall pointed out.

"I am saving the rest for Logan." James responded, shrugging his shoulders. It was a natural thing for him to think about Logan's well being-he was hungry too. Kendall's jaw went slack, and his eyes glistened with what seemed like tears. James cocked his head to the side.

"What?"

"That. That right there. You are still hungry, but you are laying that down to also care for your best friend. That's...That's amazing." Kendall wiped at his eyes, not ashamed that he was crying. He was so touched by James' gesture, he couldn't hold it back.

"You said it, he is my best friend, and I will do anything for him. Now, what do you want to know about me?" James asked, pulling the blanket around his shoulders.

"You said Logan's parents raised you...What happened to your family?"

"My parents died of scarlet fever when I was very young, and we were neighbors to the Mitchell's, Logan's parents. They took me in because I had no other family, and raised me as their own son."

"And where are they now? Logan's parents?"

"They are buried. They were killed two days after we were brought here. They were thrown in the gas chamber."

Kendall nodded at the harsh reality of the situation here. Being gased was just one of the many forms of torture and death they used. It was sad, but it was true.

"Tell me a little more about yourself...Like what is your full name?"

"My full name is James David Diamond. I am actually American, but my family came over here soon after I was born because of my dad's work. He was a doctor, and he died of scarlet fever of all things. Let's see, I am twenty-two years old, I have always wanted to be a professional singer...That is pretty much it. I am kind of boring." James concluded. Kendall laughed, shaking his head,

"No, you aren't boring."

"Now you need to tell me stuff about you." James insisted.

"Ok...My name is Kendall Donald Knight, I am twenty three years old, I was born and raised in Berlin, and I have always wanted to become a writer. I was drafted into the Nazi army six months ago, and have been here ever since. You see, I have not much more to tell than you."

The two of them sat there and talked for about an hour before Kendall decided that they both needed their rest. They navigated James back to the bunk house, where Kendall pulled James into a hug.

"It was really nice getting to know you." He whispered in James' ear. James nodded, and hugged Kendall back.

"Till tomorrow night?" James asked.

"Till tomorrow. Goodnight James. Sleep well." And with that, he disappeared into the darkness leaving James standing there, stunned by the whole evening.

A/N: I don't know why but I started to cry while writing this chapter, more specifically when Kendall gave James the food. Like, I was imagining it in my head, and I just broke down from how touching the mental image was.

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