Big Time Rocker was epic, I loved every moment of it. Far better than Big Time Wedding (I did like BTWedding, but Rocker was way better). I CAN NOT WAIT FOR A FULL VERSION OF PARALYZED! WE NEED THE FULL VERSION!

So guess what! Its holidays! And I can now finally start relaxing (sort of… not really I've got a heap of homework but lets just ignore that for a few days) I hope to get a few more updates done soon, on this one and MMFLSE and (hopefully) start part III shortly (but once again don't hold me to that!)

So I went to the optometrist the other day, and apparently I have to start wearing my glass more often… like most of the time…that sucks! I hate my glasses. I look stupid I feel like James lol but he looks way cool in his glasses. Grrr, so being the good little girl I am, I'm wearing them while updating this (on the not plus side I didn't wear them all day… they didn't go with my outfit okay! Don't judge me!) haha anyway that was stupid and irrelevant. On with the story!

Chapter 11

In Kendall's opinion, Toy Story was a long movie. An especially long movie as it was about talking toys who rose havoc when there owner was away. He didn't think he'd ever understand Disney. Were they high or something when they came up with these story lines?

A mermaid who wants to be a human? A princess who lives with seven men? A talking Lion? Kendall would just never understand it. Sure, they were cute and even kind of funny, but he could just never look past the complete madness of it all.

He was grateful when the movie had ended and even more grateful when he was welcomed with the warm comfort of his bed. It had been a long day, and an even longer week. He just wanted Carlos to get better, he hated seeing him sick.

Before Kendall could drop his eyes and be greeted with the sweetness of bliss darkness a hacking cough was heard throughout the house. Hearing the small Latino cough while he was sick wasn't unusual. He had been hearing him all week, there bed rooms were next to each other. But that cough sounded further away. That worried the blonde.

Being the curious worrier that Kendall was, he decided the best thing to do was to investigate said cough. Sure, the comfort and warmth of his bed was extremely appealing. There wasn't much more he would rather do right now then to just snuggle deeper in the mattress, but curiosity was getting the better of him.

Passing the digital clock on his way out he saw the unholy numbers of 3:17am flash at him and he hadn't even realized the time. When did it become so late and why the heck he was up at such an hour. Was he going insane?

Bare footed he fumbled in the darkness into the lounge room and he instantly his stomach fell when he reached the couch.

Laying face down on the neon couch was the small Latino wrapped in his comforter and hacking coughs. Even through the darkness Kendall could see the sweat lining his forehead and puffy red eyes.

Kendall quickly made his way across the room and embraced the boy in his arms. He liked that about Carlos. It didn't matter what, he would always allow the close contact with anyone instantly. If Kendall had found Logan or James like this he would have to approach them carefully, the fear of wounding their pride and having them close up to high. But with Carlos it was different, he wasn't as guarded as them. Carlos trusted Kendall completely, he wasn't afraid to lean on the boy when necessary.

"Shhh, it's okay," Kendall cooed rocking the boy carefully. He sat on the couch and pulled the boy close to him. Carlos instantly laid against Kendall's broad chest, soaking up the leaders comfort.

Kendall didn't even know what he was trying to comfort Carlos from. Either way it seemed to be working though as Carlos slowly started to calm down.

After a few more moments of nothing but Carlos's quiet sobs, Kendall rubbed slow circles on his back, "You okay bud?"

He felt Carlos nod against his chest.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

There was silence.

"I'll take that as a no?" Kendall chuckled.

He heard the slightest giggle come from the smaller boy.

"Why aren't you in your room?" Kendall asked.

Carlos didn't say anything for a moment, "I hate being sick."

That really wasn't the answer Kendall was looking for but he'd work with it, "I know bud. You'll get better soon."

"I can't sleep," The boy replied frustrated, high emotions evident in his voice.

"How come?"

"I keep coughing, head hurts, everything hurts," Carlos shrugged.

Kendall frowned, "Is that all?"

Call it brotherly intuition, or just Kendall being… well Kendall, but the blonde could sense something else was wrong.

Carlos just shrugged and buried his head deeper into Kendall's shirt. Kendall held him tighter, "You can tell me bud,"

"I can't sleep," Carlos just repeated.

Kendall sighed and continued to hold the small Latino. He hated when Carlos was sick. No, he hated when all his friends were sick. He felt so helpless, like he had failed them. It was his job to protect them, his job to be their protector and keep them safe. When they were sick he had failed at that job.

"I'm having nightmares," Carlos said almost inaudibly that Kendall had to strain his ears.

Carlos was humiliated admitting something so weak to the one person who was always so strong. Just once Carlos wished he could be as strong as his brother. Usually Carlos was never embarrassed to open up about what was bothering him. But once, he wished he didn't need to. Kendall never needed to talk about his 'feelings', Kendall never cried, Kendall never had nightmares.

It was like he was invincible, immune to normal, weak human emotions. Almost like superman.

At least that's how Carlos saw him. He'd never really said it aloud, although every one already knew, but Carlos seriously looked up to Kendall. More than he did anyone else.

So while coming to Kendall for advice or comfort was normal, Kendall finding him weeping on the couch wasn't the highlight of his night.

"What are they about?" Kendall asked as he held the boy tighter. He knew there was more to Carlos then simply the illness. He knew when each of his boys was sick and when it was something else. He was the leader. It was his job to pick up on these kind of things.

Carlos shrugged, "Just stupid stuff,"

"It's not stupid," Kendall argued. Nothing that had Carlos this upset should be classed as stupid.

"It is," Carlos sighed frustrated and struggled out the blondes iron grip. He stood up, "Its stupid, don't worry about it. I'm going to bed."

Before Carlos could even take a step towards his room Kendall grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back onto the couch. Once again Carlos found himself smothered in his leader's strong grip and he tried to struggle against it, but his attempts seemed futile.

"As if I'm going to let you go anywhere this upset Carlitos," Kendall smirked.

Carlos sighed frustrated and gave up trying to struggle against him, "I'm fine Kendall."

"No you're not," Kendall said bluntly. He hated how Carlos was upset, yet he refused to open up to the blonde. He loved Carlos, he was his little brother, "Come on mate,"

Carlos sighed again, "Its just silly. The fever is just giving me bad dreams," he mumbled.

"Are they really bad?" Kendall asked.

"They keep me up a bit,"

"Have you been having them a lot?" He pressed.

"Only since I became sick, I hate being sick," Carlos pouted.

"I know, I'm sorry," Kendall said, immensely frustrated on how he couldn't help the boy.

"Not your fault," Carlos mumbled.

Kendall rubbed circles in the Latino's back, "I have nightmares sometimes," he admitted.

Carlos eyes shoot up, "Really?"

Kendall nodded, "Yep. Not a lot, but I've had a couple that have woken me up at night. Then I had to go check on you all, make sure you were still there,"

Kendall didn't like to admit this, but he knew this is what Carlos needed. Reassurance that it was okay to be scared sometimes. Although after each nightmare Kendall had he went into each boys room to make sure they were okay. It was just something he had to do before he would be able to fall back asleep.

"Seriously?" Carlos asked again.

Kendall grinned, "Seriously. Its okay to have nightmares,"

He sighed, "But they suck,"

"I know," Kendall chuckled.

Carlos gave him a shy smile and Kendall mentally fist pumped at the small victory. His smile fell however when the boy went into a small coughing fit.

"Shhh, calm down Carlitos, its okay," Kendall cooed trying to relax the boy. After a moment Carlos was able to regain his breathing to normal again.

"Your illness doesn't seem to be getting much better," Kendall frowned. He certainly wasn't a doctor (he'd leave that up to Logan) but he knew when something wasn't right.

"I am," Carlos tried to assure. He frowned when Kendall gave him a disbelieving look and put the back of his hand on his forehead.

Carlos swatted it away, "I'd get better quicker if I could just sleep properly."

Kendall didn't doubt this for a moment. Carlos continuingly getting up in the middle of the night due to night terrors wasn't going to hasten his recovery. Removing himself from the couch gently making sure he didn't move Carlos around too much, he quickly dashed to his own room grabbing what he needed from his bed. Carlos curiously watched the blonde leave without saying a word and rolled his eyes when he came back with four pillows and his comforter. He dumped them on Carlos and then went and grabbed the Latino's blanket.

"Here we go," The blonde stated happily.

"Kendall," Carlos whined, he knew where this was going and he wasn't having it, "I'm fine, I'll just go back to bed, seriously its fine,"

Kendall shushed him, "We're having a sleepover," he flashed his famous devilish Knight smile.

"No we're not," Carlos insisted standing up, "I'm going back to bed,"

He made a grab for his comforter but only to be pushed back down by Kendall, "Come on man, it'll be fun," Kendall tired to reason, "We'll put on a movie, smother ourselves in blankets and possibly get a good night sleep. You've got nothing to lose."

The last thing Kendall was going to do was leave Carlos alone. He was sick of feeling so useless, he needed to make sure Carlos was alright, even if it was just for one night.

Carlos groaned in defeat as Kendall started to set up the blanket around him. He tried to push his hands away a couple of times, but he knew resistance at this point was hopeless. Kendall was persistent and stubborn. It wasn't very often Kendall didn't get his own way.

Its not like the smaller boy didn't appreciate the gesture, what Kendall was doing was extremely nice and he didn't have to. But Carlos didn't want to put his friends out any more then he already had. Not only was he feeling physically terrible, now he was feeling guilty for putting his friends through this.

"Kendall if you stay out here with me you'll get sick," Carlos stated.

"I'll be fine," Kendall dismissed and put on a movie.

"Kendall," Carlos whined.

"Carlos," Kendall retorted.

"You're such a child," Carlos pouted.

"Oh yes, I'm the child here," Kendall laughed and settled himself in his own makeshift bed next to Carlos.

Carlos rolled his eyes when he saw the Spiderman DVD menu pop up on the TV, "Really Kendall? Spiderman? Again?"

Kendall poked out his tongue, "You love it,"

Carlos just smirked and a comfortable silence loomed over the boys.

About a quarter into the movie Carlos spoke up, "Thanks," was all he said.

Kendall grinned, "No problem,"

Kendall turned to his sick best friend, he was shivering slightly so he pulled the blankets tighter around him and a few coughs escaped his lips. None of this was worrying the blonde at the moment however, because he was knew if something bad was to happen, he would know.

It wasn't long before Carlos's eyelids began to drop and he fell into a dreamless, peaceful sleep. Kendall following not long after.

I don't really like this chapter, but I wanted it posted. This story had lacked a Kendall/Carlos fluff scene. So there you go

I need some suggestions guys or I think I just might wrap up this story soon. I mean 12 chapters is pretty decent lol We'll just have to see…

Man this chapter was stupid…

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