Sorry about this chapter being so broken up and with all this stuff happening all at once. I just wanted to move it along a little. So here's chapter 7 or as I like to call it, "the one where everything happens". Enjoy!

Jett walked into the kitchen one morning ten days later, hair mussed up from that night's sleep, rubbing at his eye with the heel of his hand and yawning. Then he opened his eyes properly and saw Kendall sitting at the counter, wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. He was cutting the tops off some strawberries and throwing the little leaves into the trash, leaving the fruit in a large bowl. "Morning," Jett greeted at last. "Healthy breakfast?"

Kendall nodded vaguely, cutting up the last of the strawberries before picking one up in his hand. What Jett didn't expect to see was him reaching for the spray can of cheese spread that he'd taken from the refrigerator.

"Should I be worred?" Jett wondered, eyeing what he was doing with a slightly frightened look.

"No, silly!" A light chuckle. "It's part of the pregnancy," Kendall explained, squirting some of the cheese over the strawberry before popping it into his mouth. "I'm starving all the time . . . and this tastes really good to me right now."

Jett chuckled, sitting down next to him. He watched as Kendall popped another cheesy strawberry into his mouth, chewing it happily. He bit his lip. Then he figured, what the hell! It wouldn't kill him. "Can I taste one?"

Kendall laughed. "Sure." He picked up a strawberry, squirted some cheese over it and held it out. "Open wide, Stetson."

Jett did, and Kendall popped the strawberry into his mouth, waiting for a reaction.

Jett gagged immediately, earning a giggle from Kendall as he tried to chew and swallow the food. His face scrunched up. "Ugh, it's so gross!" He paused, licking his lips. "Is it weird that I kind of like it?"

Kendall laughed, holding out another strawberry and feeding it to him. "Eat up, then!" They fed each other the cheese-covered strawberries for a while, laughing at the faces they made when they tasted them. At one point Jett crammed two strawberries into his mouth, before squirting a load of the cheese in on top of them.

"That's disgusting!" Kendall laughed, slapping him on the shoulder. "Don't do that!"

"It's my cheese, I can do whatever I want with it!" Jett replied breezily, sticking his tongue out teasingly once he'd managed to swallow the food. "In fact . . ." And he grabbed the cheese before squirting some out over Kendall's nose.

"Hey!" Kendall grabbed a napkin and wiped the cheese off his face, nose scrunching up adorably as he glared at Jett.

"My cheese," Jett repeated, holding the can up and grinning. "My rules."

Kendall giggled, shaking his head at him before picking up the empty strawberry bowl and dumping it in the sink. "Whose turn is it to wash up today?"

"Mine," Jett replied, giving a long, exaggerated sigh of disappointment. "Remember, you washed up yesterday."

"But didn't we get takeout yesterday?"

"Look, let me do it. I prefer to stick to our routine." Jett gave a charming smile. "Anyway, we can't have you straining your poor pregnant self, can we?"

"Stop." Kendall rolled his eyes. "So, I haven't got any plans today. No more dates."

"Wow, yeah. Only three more days until you make that fateful announcement," Jett said in a loud, dramatic voice.

"Shush. I don't wanna think about it right now. It's just . . . I dunno." Kendall sighed. "I don't know what I think about the whole situation anymore."

"Meaning . . .?"

"Forget it." Kendall put the can of cheese back in the fridge. "So, are you busy today?"

"Nah, the crew are shooting scenes without me in them. Some of the minor character stuff, they told me there was no point in going in."

"So, do you wanna go see that movie today? We never got a chance."

"Which?"

"The one you cried at."

"I did not cry!" Jett replied indignantly.

"Oh please, I wake up and there are tissues all over the place." Kendall smirked. "I'll take a few boxes with me just for you, don't worry."

Jett scowled at him.

"I'm kidding. So, you wanna?"

Jett shrugged, trying to seem indifferent and yet slightly pleased about the whole thing. "Sure. I'll check the times, maybe we can get some food beforehand."

"Wanna go to Fun Burger?"

"Sounds . . . fun."

Kendall laughed, moving towards where the bathroom was. "I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Okay . . ." Jett watched Kendall go.

But he never saw me there . . .

"Is this movie just meant to play with my emotions?!"

Jett's cheeks flushed slightly as he felt Kendall's breath against his ear when he whispered softly. The film was almost over; right now Eddie Redmayne was sitting at an empty table, singing about it. Though it was a lot more emotional than it first sounded.

"Pretty much," Jett whispered back, stuffing more popcorn into his mouth. He saw Kendall next to him, dabbing at his eyes with a tissue as his lip trembled. He himself had already let a few tears slip in other traumatic moments. So had Kendall. Jett had momentarily forgotten that the boy was pregnant and very emotional. He'd even shed a tear during Anne Hathaway's factory scene. And many others.

"Why are they all so bitchy to her, oh my fucking god!"

"All these rebels are way too handsome, I can't even . . ."

"Gavroche!" No more explanation needed.

Kendall sniffed mournfully. "Wait until the finale," Jett couldn't help saying to him, letting out a cheeky grin. Finally, he could mock Kendall back about the tears. "You won't know what hit you."

Kendall glared up at him, but it was all in play. Jett noticed, even in the low light, that Kendall's eyelashes had stuck together and spiked with the tears. He looked away before he could notice anymore.

"I'm never leaving the apartment again," Kendall wailed as they left the theatre. "Never! That was the most beautifully painful experience of my life and it's never happening again, ever!"

"So you don't wanna buy the DVD?"

"What?! No, I want the DVD!"

"And the soundtrack?"

"Yes!"

Jett chuckled, throwing their tissues and empty popcorn bucket away before walking along next to Kendall. "If you liked that, maybe we can go to another movie some time."

"That sounds fun." Kendall grinned up at him. His face was slightly blotchy from the crying. But it didn't really make much difference. Jett was still a little short of breath when he looked away.

"I'm not sure how much I want to go back," Kendall admitted suddenly.

"Back . . .?"

"Home. So much drama there. I don't even know . . ." Kendall sighed. "At first, it was just a bit of fun. Now it's escalated into all this crap. Part of me wishes it'd stayed simple, no complications, no difficult decisions."

"I understand." In an attempt to cheer him up, Jett gently nudged his side and gave a cheeky grin. "Still, if all these supposedly unnecessary complications hadn't come in, we wouldn't be friends, would we?"

"I guess not." Kendall grinned back, the light back in his eyes. "I never would've found out you were nice."

"Okay, let's not get ahead of ourselves here. I'm not nice. I'm Jett Stetson!"

"Jett Stetson is nice."

"And better looking than you."

"Maybe."

They went to the nearest music store and bought the soundtrack, before messing around with all the little headphones attached to large screens covered in various song titles.

Kendall was successfully distracted for another couple of hours, before the aching headache came creeping back.

"So . . ." James sat down on the couch, firmly between Carlos and Logan. "Here we are. The moment of truth."

"James, stop." Kendall squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to compose himself. "This is already scary enough . . ."

"Sorry," James said gently. "Whenever you're ready, Kendall."

"Okay." Kendall nodded, taking a deep breath. "It was tough, obviously. I like the both of you . . . a lot." He felt strange saying these words, like he really shouldn't be saying them. Bt he had to keep going now that he'd started. "Obviously, you're both different people, and I just . . . I want the guy I don't choose to know that it's not your fault. There's nothing wrong with you, at all. And I'm . . ." He tried to think of a suitable way to end the sentence. "I'm lucky the both of you even had an interest in me to begin with." Maybe that was a lie. "You're both great." But that wasn't.

He couldn't seem to find any sort of bridge between reality and his imagination.

Logan, you've been my best friend for so long.

Carlos, not quite as long. But you're fun and adventurous while Logan isn't. You're also sweet. So is Logan.

And Carlos, I feel like you're not as serious as you need to be sometimes. Logan is. What if I need to talk about something important? I feel like you can't handle that.

But what if I need to let go of seriousness and let myself loose? Logan, I'm not sure you can give me that. You can't give yourself that either.

If I had someone, who was all of these. Someone fun, but who can be serious and help me if I need it, and I can trust, and I can give something back to them.

But I can't have that, can I?

"Okay." Kendall took another deep breath.

Three pairs of eyes stared intently up at him.

"The guy I want to be with . . . is . . ." Kendall almost choked on his words as he finished the sentence. " . . . Carlos."

Carlos's face lit up in a wide smile. But then it quickly faded again slightly as he turned to Logan, leaning over James to give him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. "Well . . . we're okay now since it's over, right?"

Logan looked like this was a very difficult choice to make. Eventually he smiled. "Right." He stood up, moving to give Kendall a hug. Kendall hugged him back tightly, not wanting to let go.

"No hard feelings?" he found himself saying softly.

"Of course." Logan gave his forehead a quick kiss. Then he winked. "At least I don't have to worry about dressing nice for you anymore."

Kendall chuckled. "True."

Logan didn't want to stick around, which Kendall understood. As soon as he left the room, Carlos was there with his arms around Kendall's waist, pulling him in for a kiss. "I'm really happy," he grinned, kissing Kendall's nose, cheeks, and forehead. "And relieved."

"I know, me too." At least, he thought he was.

Carlos kissed him again and he tried to forget what was bothering him in the back of his mind.

Logan had said politely that even though the baby might be his, if it was alright, he really didn't feel like going. And Kendall understood that, so he went with Carlos and James to the doctor's office and left James in the waiting room once his name was called.

He found himself gripping Carlos's hand tightly as Dr White produced a long needle she needed for the test. He shut his eyes and clenched his jaw until it was over. He'd never liked needles.

"Thanks for being patient," Dr White smiled once she'd finished and Kendall tugged his shirt back down over his slightly rounded belly. "We'll be calling you with the results tomorrow. Maybe, fiveish? I won't leave it any later than that." She gave them both a warm smile. "I hope everything turns out how you want it."

Yeah, Kendall thought as Carlos helped him out of the chair. I hope so too.

Kendall sat nervously by the table where his phone lay, biting his lip and twiddling his thumbs. Carlos sat next to him, a hand on his shoulder. "Don't be nervous," he said reassuringly. But he himself was trembling a little on the inside. They weren't very long from finding out who the father of the baby was. He honestly couldn't bear the suspense of the whole situation. What if it was Logan's and not his?

He tried to deny that that could ever be the case, but he knew that wasn't true.

Jett sat in the background, reading a magazine. His attenpt to watch TV had resulted in Kendall yelling at him to turn it the fuck off because it was giving him a fucking headache. But he knew Kendall was nervous and moody and hormonal and those three would never make a good combination. So he wasn't too bothered by it. Though every now and then, he glanced over the top of his magazine at Kendall and Carlos, at where the Latino's hand rested on the blonde's shoulder.

Suddenly Kendall's phone began to ring. He shrieked, jumping away from it as though it were a pipe bomb. "Oh god . . ."

Carlos picked it up in a slightly shaky hand, holding it out to Kendall. "You have to answer it," he said softly.

"I don't want to." Kendall backed away.

"But if you don't—"

"I don't want to!"

"Kendork." Kendall glanced over at where Jett was sitting. Jett flashed him a bright smile. "You've gotta find out some time. Might as well get it over with."

Kendall swallowed, finally sighing and giving a nod. He reached out and took the phone from Carlos, lifting it up to his ear and answering. "H-hello? Yeah, this is Kendall . . ."

Kendall stepped further away from Carlos and Jett as he listened to the doctor on the other end of the call. Carlos watched him intently, heart hammering in his throat.

"You're sure?" Kendall was trying to keep his expression as blank as possible; Jett could tell. But what he couldn't tell was what kind of emotion he was trying to hide. Joy? Disappointment? Confusion? Anger? "Okay, thank you. Four weeks? Okay, let me write that down . . ." Kendall found a pen and jotted down the date of his next appointment on the back of his hand. "Yeah, I'll let you know. Okay, bye." He hung up, sliding the phone into his pocket.

Carlos was immediately at his side. "Well?!"

Kendall turned to glance up at him at last. The corners of his mouth were turned downward. Jett instantly knew that was a bad sign.

". . . Logan's the father."

Don't be alarmed, nothing it's really definite in this story yet. More twists and surprises to come! :P review?