Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been working on a few oneshots. Plus schoolwork is taking up so much time DX anyway, enjoy!

"And then they just started fighting again!" Kendall stuffed more ice cream into his mouth and huffed angrily. "The two of them are just being ridiculous!"

He and Jett were sitting across from each other, on the floor by the coffee table, both holding a large silver spoon in their hand. There was a pint of ice cream between them; Jett's favourite flavour, raspberry cheesecake. He had at least another four stored in the freezer. Kendall would never have pegged him as an ice cream nut. Still, stranger things had happened.

"What am I supposed to do?" Kendall wondered, sighing and licking some more of the sweet substance of the spoon thoughtfully. "It's stressing me out right now."

"Well . . ." Jett took another spoonful of ice cream before saying slowly, "Maybe you should try and think of it from their perspective."

He feared that Kendall's hormones might take over and the blonde would beat him to the ground, but instead he frowned and said, "Elaborate?"

"Well, think about it. They both want to be with you and they know you can only choose one. You can't blame them for getting competitive . . ." He took some more ice cream and thought for a second. "Plus, keep in mind that they both know that even if the kid is theirs, you could ignore that if you already chose the other. I think that would drive anyone mad."

Kendall nodded, looking thoughtful.

"Like, I get that they're being immature, but this is hard on them too," Jett's insisted at last.

Kendall nodded, giving a long sigh. "You're right . . . I've been really unfair, haven't I? Really selfish."

"I wouldn't go that far," Jett said quickly. "A bit unfair, yeah. But you were thinking about the baby, which is important too. Plus you're pregnant, hence the mood swings. But I wouldn't call you selfish. Trust me, I know selfish."

"You're not selfish either."

Jett chuckled. "I thought you were smart."

"No, really! You let me move in with you! And you're giving me advice, like a friend would. That's not selfish at all." Kendall grinned at him, before slowly getting to his feet. "I'm gonna go talk to Carlos and Logan. They deserve an apology."

Jett nodded, standing up too and picking up the pint of ice cream. "I'll put this back in the freezer," he joked. "We might need it another time."

Smiling at him, Kendall waved before leaving the apartment and shutting the door after him. Jett gave a long sigh and put the ice cream away, sitting back on the couch.

Maybe he wasn't so selfish after all . . .

Meanwhile, Kendall knocked on the door of 2J, taking a deep breath. He prayed and prayed that it wouldn't be his mom who answered it . . .

But it was James. He smiled in greeting and stepped aside, letting Kendall walk in. Carlos and Logan were sitting on the couch, far apart and watching tv. They both glanced up with wide eyes when they saw him. "James wouldn't let us go up to see you," Logan said quickly.

"Yeah," Carlos added. "It's not that we didn't want to apologise, but he thought you needed time to—"

"He was right." Kendall gave James quick grin before turning back to the others. "I'm the one who should be sorry here. I haven't been considering your feelings at all, and that's not fair. I was only thinking about me, and the baby. I don't want you two fighting, but I never took the time to consider that you had your reasons. So . . ." He bit his lip. "I'm really sorry." He held out his arms.

Carlos and Logan jumped up and hugged him gently. He hugged them back, smiling in relief. "And, um . . . listen." He pulled back, holding one of their hands in each of his. "I'm not sure if it'll be possible and I'm not blaming you if it's not, but . . . maybe we can try and be friends when this is over?"

Carlos and Logan nodded. "We can try."

Logan grinned at Carlos. "I do kind of miss us."

"Me too," Carlos agreed, pinching his cheek fondly and chuckling. "Logiebear."

"Stop that!" Logan shoved him, laughing. "I know where you sleep. Don't underestimate me."

Kendall laughed with the two of them, relieved everything had gone well. "Thanks, guys." He bit his lip and glanced at the tv. "You can go back to that now, whatever it is," he teased.

And they both did. Kendall went to sit up at the kitchen counter beside James. "You seem quiet," he commented. "Are you okay?"

James bit his lip. "I've just been thinking is all."

"About what?" Kendall persisted.

"I'm not sure," James sighed. "I was just thinking . . . their friendship might have a better chance if nobody was chosen."

Kendall gaped at him. "You really think that?!"

James nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Don't get mad, but that's just what I think!"

"Well what would the point of this whole thing then, if neither of them won?"

"Maybe they don't realise what'll be better in the long run, Kendall. That's all I'm saying." He gave a shrug. "It doesn't matter, just forget it."

Kendall sighed, getting to his feet. "Alright . . ." He turned to Carlos and Logan. "I'm gonna go back upstairs. I think I need more sleep." He waved goodbye and left them, alone with his thoughts.

What James said was starting to make him think a little more.

Two, three, four more dates. Carlos had taken Kendall to a movie, to a hockey game (in fact, two hockey games), and to one of the best Italian restaurants in LA at which one point, they went and had sex in the backseat of the car afterwards. Meanwhile, Logan had brought Kendall to see Wicked (which Camille was starring in, funnily enough), to a different movie, to dinner by the beach and even to a museum. Which truthfully was more of a Logan activity, but Kendall enjoyed it nonetheless. He knew it was going to be difficult to choose one or the other. He thought about trying to make a pros and cons list for each of them, but he had a feeling they'd both come out pretty equal.

He was now twelve weeks along. And there were only two weeks left until this contest ended and he had to choose. Then another week before he found out who the father of the baby was. For a moment he was overcome with panic; what if it turned out that the baby had a different father to whoever he'd chosen? Of course, he'd already made it clear that he would ignore that. But he had a feeling that it wouldn't be as simple as he'd originally thought.

"This is really nice," Kendall said softly, curled up against Logan's side on the orange couch of 2J. Logan's seventh date consisted of a simple movie night. Kendall was getting a little bit bigger, and getting tired a lot easier than he used to. So he figured a nice quiet night in would be good for him. Plus, it was pouring rain outside and almost pitch dark, even though it wasn't very late. So staying indoors was an easier option.

"Glad you like it," Logan grinned, arm wrapped securely around Kendall as he reached for the bowl of popercorn with his other hand, offering it him. Kendall took some and popped them into his mouth, snuggling closer to him as they directed their attention back to Captain America. They'd both be the first to admit it; neither of them were huge rom-com people. Kendall had always felt like nobody should be subjected to watching a romantic movie, just because they were on a date. It seemed a bit of an idiotic stereotype. If you both liked action movies, that's what you should watch. If you both liked comedy, the same answer. He didn't understand why it had to be romantic.

"Chris Evans has an amazing ass," Kendall couldn't help commenting as he gazed at the screen. Logan chuckled, poking him in the side. "Better than mine?"

"I dunno," Kendall teased. "Go get a suit like his and we'll see."

"I just might do that," Logan chuckled, kissing Kendall's cheek.

Kendall smiled, leaning up and kissing him gently. Logan kisses back eagerly, pulling Kendall up to sit on his lap. Kendall ran a hand through Logan's hair as they continued to kiss, giggling as he felt Logan bite his bottom lip.

Then the door of 2J opened and Katie, Mrs Knight, James and Carlos all walked in, talking and laughing loudly. They all stopped short when they saw Kendall. Mrs Knight's eyes quickly left him and focused in the floor, while Carlos gave Logan a competitive glare. Katie and James just looked a little bit awkward.

"I should go," Kendall said softly to Logan, giving him another quick kiss. "It's almost ten anyway . . . I'll see you tomorrow."

He got up and waved goodbye to Logan, doing the same to the others as he quickly walked past and out of the apartment. He rested a hand on his belly as he walked into the elevator, sighing. He missed 2J. But more than that he just missed his mom speaking to him. He missed having her in his life. And it sucked, knowing that she really seemed to hate him because of what happened.

Kendall walked into 4B and shut the door quietly behind him. He was about to greet Jett when he saw that the older was watching a movie on TV. He recognised is as Titanic and burst into laughter. "Really?"

"This movie is a classic!" Jett huffed, spoon digging into his raspberry cheesecake and shovelling it into his mouth.

Chuckling, Kendall grabbed a spoon from th kitchen drawer and sat down with him, reaching out and taking some ice-cream. "Never knew you were a fan of romance, Mr Stetson."

"I planned to keep it that way."

Kendall giggled, turning his attention to the screen. "Don't worry, I'll keep your dirty little secret."

An hour later, tissues were being passed between them as they sobbed at Jack Dawson's tragic ending. "They were so in love!" Jett wailed. "Whhyyyyyyy!"

Kendall sniffled, drying his eyes. "Damn my hormones, making me cry . . ."

"This movie always kills me," Jett whined, blowing his nose.

"Aww, poor Jett." Kendall stuck his spoon in the ice cream and held it out to Jett. "Here, have some therapy food."

Jett ate it happily, chuckling. "I feel better already."

As the movie ended, Kendall glanced at Jett. "We're you just having your own private movie night?"

"Pretty much." Jett replied breezily. "I wasn't sure when you'd be back."

"What were you thinking of watching next?" Kendall asked, eyeing the DVD pile on the coffee table.

"Oh, I don't know . . . maybe some action movies," Jett replied nervously, eyes flickering towards the pile for a second, before he darted forward to grab the one on top.

But Kendall was quicker and snatched it away, glancing at it with a laugh. "Les Misérables 25th Anniversary Concert. Let me guess . . . another classic?"

Jett's cheeks were pink. "Shut up. I like musicals, okay!"

Kendall smiled, handing it back to him. "Put in on then. I'll make a brownie in a mug for you."

Jett grinned, doing as he asked and sitting back on the couch. Kendall sat next to him a few minutes later and handed him his snack, just as the music began to start. "You'll have to explain most of this to me," Kendall pointed out. "All I know is that it's set in France and that everyone dies."

"Maybe we can go see the movie together," Jett suggested. "I mean, if you want to . . ."

Kendall nodded, eyes fixed on the screen. "That'd be nice."

Admittedly, Kendall liked this show. Nice songs, nice singing. Though he couldn't help shaking his head in disapproval when he saw Nick Jonas on he screen. That guy really shouldn't try to sing broadway . . . ever.

"I sense something going on here," Kendall commented as he listened to Nick and some gorgeous dark-haired girl singing next to this blonde one that looked a little bit vague, if he was honest.

"There is," Jett replied eagerly, holding out the newly-made bowl of popcorn out to Kendall as he spoke. "See Nick Jonas and the dark girl—her real name's Samantha Barks and she's hot."

"Can't argue with that."

"Anyway, her character name is Eponine and they're friends, but Eponine's in love with him and he's in love with Cosette!" Jett continued tragically.

"Eponine seems way cooler than Cosette."

"She is! But he never finds out that she likes him."

"Do you think if he did, that he'd choose Cosette anyway?"

Jett shrugged. "Probably a tough choice." He grinned. "Personally, I ship him with Enjolras." He pointed the character out. "He should just ditch the girls and run off to the barricade with him."

Kendall chuckled. "Yeah, maybe." He sighed, leaning back and listening to he soothing music. Maybe he could get into broadway too.

By the time the second battle of the rebellion was beginning, Kendall had fallen asleep. Jett did his best to stay still so as not to wake the sleeping pregnant (and possibly vicious if woken) blonde on his shoulder. He was quite comfortable like this anyway. And he kind of wondered if he'd ever find his own Cosette. Or a confused and finally-catching-on Marius.

Maybe some day.

Well, there you have it :P review?