In this story, the boys are seventeen, and I decided I want Katie to be twelve. I'm happier with her at that age for this. And sorry for the long wait! Enjoy!

"I'm going out," Kendall said to his mom, kissing her on the cheek. "To the mall, I wanna get a new hat."

"Ok, honey. I'll see you soon."

Kendall left the apartment complex and walked through the parking lot, getting into the car and setting off. He'd had enough. These last few days he hadn't improved any bit at all. He'd been putting it off, but he wanted to go to the doctor now. He wanted to find out what was wrong.

Going to sit in the waiting room after getting a time for himself, it didn't take long before his name was called. "Hello, Kendall," the female doctor said cheerfully, gesturing for h to take a seat on the examination table. "I'm Dr White. What seems to be the problem, honey?"

"I've been feeling really sick for the past while," Kendall told her. "I've had a fever, and a sore stomach. I've been throwing up a lot too. I wasn't at the start but now I am, all the time. And sometimes I have a headache and I feel dizzy too."

"I see." Dr White took his temperature and listened to his heartbeat, before asking, "Kendall, are you sexually active?"

"Um . . . yeah. Why, do you think I got something?" Kendall asked worriedly. What if he had? What if he had an STD? Did he get it from Carlos or Logan, and had they given it to the other? Ok, that was bad.

"Well, I'm not sure. I have a theory . . . I'd like to take a blood test, if you don't mind."

"Ok, sure."

Dr White took a sample and told him she would be back in ten minutes with the results. He sat on the examination table and hummed quietly, wondering what on earth was wrong with him, and how serious it could be.

When she came back, the first thing she said was, "I'd like to do an ultrasound, to confirm the results."

"Alright, I guess . . ."

Kendall sat back and pulled up his shirt as she instructed, watching her spread cold blue gel over his skin, shivering a little. She switched the ultrasound screen on and began her scan. Kendall watched her face anxiously for any change of expression, and when he saw her eyes widen slightly he quickly asked, "What do you see?"

"Something I certainly didn't expect to see," Dr White replied, chuckling a little nervously.

"What? Am I really sick?"

"No. You're expecting."

"I'm . . . what?" Kendall was confused now.

"You're pregnant, sweetie. Just about five weeks, I would say."

Kendall stared at her with wide eyes. "W-what?"

"Uh huh. I can scarcely believe it myself."She pointed at the screen. "See that? The little white spot? That's your baby."

Kendall shook his head, determined not to look. "N-no, I can't be! I'm a boy, that's not possible!"

"Well, clearly it is. And, judging by your reaction, you clearly don't want into be true. I take it the father won't want to know?"

Kendall ran a hand through his hair, squeezing his eyes shut. "Maybe, I don't know!" Because I don't know which one it is, he added silently.

"Well, if you're going to get an abortion, you'll want to have it taken care of soon enough. I have some pamphlets on dealing with teen pregnancies if you'd like to take a look at them." She switched the machine off and wiped him down.

"Thank you," Kendall said quietly, taking one and folding it, stuffing it into his pocket. "But, can I ask you some things?"

"Of course, that's my job."

"Um . . . how soon can I get a paternity test done? What does that involve?"

"Good question." Dr White sat down across from him. "Paternity tests before the child's birth would involve a result of, about 99% accuracy, with a very slight risk of miscarriage, but it's unlikely. More common side effects might include some stomach cramps for a day or two. The test would be taken in the second trimester, between week 14 and 20, so I would say for your most accurate result to take a test in 10 weeks' time. You would get your results between 7 and 10 days after the test, over the phone as we do it here. Any other questions?"

"Um, well, since I'm a boy . . . how, how should I treat this? I mean, is there anything, awkward . . ."

"Oh, I wouldn't say so. Most likely the only effects of pregnancy you'll get would be things like hormones and mood swings, and the physical things like sore feet. And the morning sickness that you're already experiencing, of course. And, because I doubt you'll ask me even though you probably want to know, you can have sex while you're pregnant, so long as you don't get too crazy."

"What about the actual birth?"

"Oh! Well, I would say the birth methods would be the same. Natural childbirth, or the natural birth involving an epidural, and of course there's a scheduled cesarean section. It's up to you."

"Alright. That pretty much covers it, thank you." Kendall stood up and grabbed his jacket, pulling it on. "Do I make an appointment to come back now? When should I get another one, if I decide to keep it?"

"Well, given that you want a paternity test done, I would say get the next one at about ten weeks, and then fifteen weeks for the test. I'll call you with the results, and then you can get another around twenty weeks. We'll take it further when we get there, ok? I'll give you my phone number and you can make an appointment when the right time gets nearer."

Kendall left the doctor's office and walked back to the Big Time Rush mobile, getting in and starting the engine. As he drove home, he thought hard about the whole thing. Oddly, he didn't feel too upset anymore. He just had to figure out what he wanted to do. That was all. Then of course, there was the reactions from everyone he loved that could result in his heart breaking repeatedly, but he wouldn't go into depth about that just yet.

Stopping the car in the Palmwoods parking lot, Kendall took out the pamphlet Dr White had given him and opened it up.

Are you a sexually active teen with an unplanned pregnancy? This can happen to a lot of people like you, and it has a big impact on all of your lives. If you want to deal with this as easily as you can, follow these step-by-step instructions.

Kendall had to roll his eyes, getting out of the car before he resumed reading, walking at the same time.

Step 1. You've probably already completed this step, but if you haven't: Take a pregnancy test. Don't put it off, if you're a pregnant teen you need to find out as soon as possible. If you are positive, go to a doctor and check things out.

Ok, he'd done that. Next.

Step 2. Tell someone you trust. Obviously you will have to tell those close to you either way, but if you don't want them all to know immediately, find one person who you know won't judge you or be tempted to tell anybody.

Step 3. Think about it long and hard. Are you ready to be a parent? If so, how will you go about it? If you don't want to deal with the pregnancy at all, are you prepared for abortion? If you're against this but still don't want to raise a child, consider an open or closed adoption. You'll need to consider which of these options would be best for you and the baby.

Kendall snapped the pamphlet shut, folding it up and tucking it into his pocket. He knew who to tell, and he had to find them, fast. He hurried into the apartment, looking around the empty living room and kitchen. He walked down the hallway towards the bedrooms and knocked on the third door.

Then it opened up. "Can I help you, big brother?"

"Katie, I really need to talk to you."

Katie opened the door and let him into her room. Kendall sat down on the bed as she shut the door and sat next to him. "What's wrong?"

"I don't really know where to start," Kendall said softly, picking at a loose thread in the comforter he was sitting on. "It's just . . . I need to tell someone."

"Look, you can say it, whatever it is. I won't yell at you."

"I know you won't, I just . . ." Kendall stopped, running a hand through his hair and tugging at it. "I went to the doctor today to see if there was anything seriously wrong with me."

"And, is there?"

"Not exactly . . . but, sort of. I mean, it makes me such a freak that I—"

"Kendall, please just say it, you're starting to scare me!"

Kendall nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. "I-I'm . . . I'm pregnant."

A moment of silence, before Katie stuttered out, "Th-that's not—"

"I know, I know it shouldn't be possible, but it is, and I am."

"Aw, that's so cute!"

"Seriously?"

"Totally! So, who's the father?"

"Oh. Well, that would be the problem. Because, I . . . it could be Logan . . . or it could be Carlos. I slept with both of them, and I don't know which one it is."

"Ha, Kendall! You whore!" Katie exclaimed with a smirk. She was only joking with him, but then she saw tears building up on her brother's eyes, she panicked. "Wait, no! I'm sorry—"

"No, you're right," Kendall sniffled, wiping his tears away. "I am a whore. A stupid little slut—"

"No, Kendall! Stop that!" Katie grabbed him with both hands and turned him to face her. "No you're not, ok? I was only kidding, I didn't mean to call you that. Because that's not what you are."

"But, don't you get it? I slept with two of my best friends, and now I'm going to have a baby that could be either of theirs!"

"Look, tell me how this happened. Did you cheat on one with the other?"

"No."

"Oh." Katie was puzzled now. "Um, ok. Are you in a relationship with one of them?"

"Nope."

"With both of them?"

". . . no."

"Alright, then I have no idea what was going on!" Katie sighed, folding her arms. "Explain it to me."

"Um . . . I'm not sure if I should. You're only twelve."

"Oh please, Mom already gave me the talk. I'm fine."

"Um, alright. Just don't go saying that I scarred you for life because you asked for it." Kendall stopped to take a breath. "First, I was Logan and me. We weren't in a relationship, as such, we were just . . . um . . . having sex."

"Okaaayy. And?"

"And then, a few weeks ago, we were alone in the apartment so we were, ahem, gonna do stuff, but Carlos was hiding in the closet and—"

"Dude, he spied on you? That's so weird!"

"No, he didn't know what would happen, he was trying to prank us. But then he saw what we were doing, and um, I think he fell down or something because we heard him and we found him, then Logan got him to join in . . . not that I objected but . . . yeah. And I think that's where the pregnancy came from, because it was roughly five weeks ago, and that's how far I am."

"Oh. Well, it makes sense now." Katie paused. "So, what are you going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"About the baby. Are you going to kill it?"

"Katie!"

"What, that's what abortion is, Kendall!"

"I don't know . . . I don't think I'm ready to be a parent, but I know I'd never forget it if I did have an abortion . . . I don't think I can do it."

"Then what'll you do? Put it up for adoption?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I guess it depends on how everyone else reacts—" Kendall cut off with a groan. "Oh God, I have to tell them. Logan and Carlos. And James and Mom, too."

"Look, don't worry about James and Mom now. Carlos and Logan need to know the truth. That's the most important thing."

Kendall sighed. "I know. I . . . I'm going to the park. I need to think."

Kendall left her room and walked towards the apartment door. As he walked out into the hallway, he passed Logan and Carlos walking towards the apartment. "Hey," he greeted with a smile, walking past them and down towards the elevator.

Carlos and Logan walked into the apartment, both going into their own bedrooms, Logan to read, Carlos to look for his helmet polish.

However, fifteen minutes later, they both spontaneously met up in the living room. "Can we talk?" they both said at once, making each other laugh.

"Sure," Carlos replied cheerfully, smirking a little. "Are you looking for fun time, already? You should've told Kendall that."

Logan chuckled. "No, that's not it. I just . . . I want to tell you something. It's been on my mind for a while."

"Ha, same here. You wanna go first?"

"Um, alright." Logan took a deep breath. "Just, don't judge me?"

"Obviously. Now spill."

"I think I like Kendall," Logan confessed. "As in, I want to be more than his friend, or his sex buddy."

Carlos's jaw dropped, and he stared at Logan with narrowed eyes. "You're kidding."

"Uh, nope. Totally serious." Logan watched Carlos, puzzled. "Why?"

"Because, coincidentally, that's the exact same thing I was going to tell you."

"You . . . oh." Logan suddenly realised what this meant. And his eyes narrowed. "Since I said said it first—"

"Oh please, not in a million years! I was thinking it first!"

"Prove it!"

"That's a dumb thing to say!"

"Well, I had him first!"

"I've known him for longer!"

"Oh yeah, well he's closer to me than you!"

"What, no he isn't!"

"Who sided with him on the Oh song? Oh, that's right, ME!"

"That doesn't mean anything, I hang out with him more!"

"Yeah, so you can fuck him! He's MINE!"

"No, he's mine!"

"I don't see him on your arm!"

"He's not on yours either!"

Then they both stopped and stared at each other. Then they turned and hurried towards the apartment door, throwing it open and running out.

"Move you jackass!" Carlos yelled, shoving Logan against the wall before hurrying down the hallway towards the stairs.

"I'll get there first Garcia, you'll see!"

Lol, ends there. Next chapter will be up when I finish it. It will involve some conflict, and James FINALLY getting involved! Sigh . . . please review!