This chapter is basically three short little segment things. This story's gonna end soon because it's kind of gone crappy, and such.

Kendall sang the last few harmonies of the song, taking a breath at the end and looking out expectantly at Gustavo. "Well?" he said at last. "How'd I do?"

Gustavo gave him a thumbs up and he grinned, walking out of the sound booth. Carlos, Logan and James were standing outside, waiting for their turns. "You sounded great," James said approvingly to him.

"Thank you," Kendall replied happily, feeling the baby's feet tap against him from the inside. He wondered if anybody could ever get used to that feeling. He watched Carlos walk into the booth for his turn. They hadn't spoken much in the last week or two, but he knew that it wasn't due to any bad blood between them. At least, not massively. It was just a little bit awkward at times.

Carlos began to sing in his deep, melodic voice. Kendall had always found it very soothing to listen to. As he watched Carlos singing, he saw something he didn't quite expect. He was locking eyes with someone outside the booth as he sang. It wasn't in a hugely obvious way, but very clear to him all the same. He tried to follow the direction of his gaze, and he was met with Logan. The smart boy was grinning at his friend inside the booth, a slight flush on his cheeks. It was as though they were competing for who had the happiest (but subtle) look on their face. He frowned slightly to himself. Well, that was new.

Rehearsals ended soon after, when everyone had taken their turn and he'd watched the other three practice some dance moves. He took the limo home with them. He still wasn't sure what exactly had changed. He wanted to ask James about it, but obviously he couldn't do so with Carlos and Logan sitting across from them. Plus, would James even know? Would he want to tell him?

"Bye, guys," he called to them as they got out, heading across the lobby while they aimed straight for the pool.

"Bye, Kendall!" James called. The other two smiled and waved, before hurrying off. He shrugged to himself and made a note to definitely look into this further.

He walked into the elevator and pushed the button. When it opened on his floor, he walked down the hallway towards the apartment until he stopped as he heard a call behind him. "We made it home at the same time," Jett laughed, walking towards him. "That doesn't happen often. How was your session?"

"It was good. It's nice to actually be doing something. Where've you been?"

"Well, I had a brief interview this morning, but after that I put on a wig and fake moustache and went shopping." Jett held up the bag as the two walked inside the apartment. "Look inside. It's for the baby."

Kendall opened up the bag and gave a little gasp. "Aww, Jett! It's so cute!" He took out the sleepsuit and held it up so he could see it properly. It was white, very soft, with a hood that had little bunny ears attached. "Thank you." He kissed him and slipped it back into the bag. "I've still gotta clear space so I'll leave it in here for now. What made you go out and buy that?"

Jett shrugged feebly. "I just wanted to get the baby gift."

"You're the greatest."

"I know."

Carlos and Logan sat in 2J, watching a movie. Logan had been a little nervous the day before; they'd almost slipped up at rehearsals in front of Kendall. Of course, he wanted to tell the blond the truth. But he wasn't sure how he would feel about it. He might be hurt, or he might be annoyed, or overjoyed. After that day at the zoo, things had taken a sudden turn for them. James was happy with it and didn't even question it a little he'd clearly seen it coming. He was a lot more perceptive than they'd ever thought.

Carlos' arm lay comfortingly around Logan's shoulders. It was nice to be held this way; it didn't happen to him very often. The penguin Carlos had given him was on the dresser in his room, the most special place he could find for it. It was important to him.

"I wish it was just our baby," Logan said suddenly, cheeks red at the thought. He longed for a child after all this happening, but all the complications involved just drove him demented. He wanted to be a normal father. "I mean, I don't know which one of us would carry it, but . . ."

"I agree with you. I wish that too." Carlos sat up straighter suddenly, arm falling from around Logan's shoulders. "Why don't we make it that way?"

"What do you mean?" Logan asked, sitting up straighter too.

"Well, we can raise the baby together, the two of us."

"You mean full custody?" When Carlos nodded, Logan felt a bit apprehensive. "But, Kendall . . ."

"Obviously we can ask his permission, but it doesn't seem to be a huge issue with him. Besides, if it ends up being some huge big argument in court, I think we would win. Don't you? He cheated on me with Jett, otherwise we'd still be together. He's at fault here, not me."

"But, taking his baby away? It just doesn't seem right."

"Okay, how about this. We ask him rationally and explain why we think it'd be the best option. Two permanent parents, no confsuion, and both of them would actually have the baby's genes, things like that. And if he disagrees and says no way, then we won't pursue it and we'll work out a different plan with him later on. But if he says it's okay . . ."

"Do you think he really would?"

"It's worth a try, isn't it? Come on." Carlos got up. "We can go ask him right now, I bet he's at home. And Jett's out on set. He probably wouldn't appreciate our suggestion too much so I think we should ask before he gets home."

"Okay, if you say so." Logan got up too, slipping his feet into his shoes. "Just remember, don't be a dick about it, alright? We have to be reasonable and fair otherwise we've got no chance. No personal insults or any of that shit, got it?"

"Got it," Carlos replied obediently, grinning at him as they headed towards the exit of 2J. "I like the way you think, Logie."

Jett arrived home from set that evening a little worn out. They'd been running at the same scenes over and over for the last two hours, and the words were engraved in his head so deep that they stung. He longed to just collapse on the couch, and maybe watch some television with Kendall. Hopefully the blond wouldn't be horny. And yes, this was the first time he'd ever prayed for that. If that wasn't a sign of fatigue, he didn't know what was.

"I'm home," he called softly as he walked into the apartment. Kendall looked up for a moment and grinned. The television was on but he was standing at the fridge, rooting around in it.

"Hi babe," Kendall greeted with a sweet smile, before going back to the fridge, rummaging around a little longer and emerging with a little bottle of lemonade. He shut the fridge. "How was work?"

"Long, tiring." Jett strolled towards him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before turning to grab his own drink. "So, what did you do today?"

"Not much. I ate a lot of food. Hung out with James a bit. And I have some news. I don't know ifyou'll like it, but . . ."

"Mhm?" Jett straightened up, shutting the fridge.

"Carlos and Logan want full custody," Kendall told him, arms folded over his belly. "They want the baby to themselves, to raise together."

Jett stopped, jaw dropping and staring at Kendall. "You . . . you're kidding me, right?"

"Nope." Kendall shook his head. "They came up before you got home and told me themselves. I think something might be going on between the two of them, I could kinda feel it in the air or some shit like—"

"Kendall, I hope you said no."

"What?"

"You said no," Jett persisted, gripping his shoulders. "Didn't you?"

When Kendall shook his head, Jett felt a lump building up in his throat. "I told them I was okay with it."

"But why?!" Jett burst, stepping away from him as though he had been burned. "Why would you give them your baby, that's terrible! You can't just let them take it from you!"

"I don't mind them taking it, Jett," Kendall argued. "I said before that I wasn't even sure if I wanted to keep it, but they obviously do so what's the problem?"

"How could you not want it? I . . ." Jett shook his head in bewilderment, running a hand through his cropped har. "I just don't understand. It's your baby. Your its father . . . mother . . . whatever."

Kendall looked down at his belly, giving it a slight rub and sighing. "I just don't feel attached to it," he said quietly. "It feels like I'm just carrying it around in a backpack waiting until I can take it out. It doesn't feel like a person. I've seen the sonograms and heard the heartbeat but it's still not a person to me . . . it's just a bump."

"Why didn't you tell me that before?"

"I don't know." Kendall bit his lip. "I guess I didn't think you'd understand, or anybody would understand. You still don't seem to. It makes me sound like a terrible person, and to be honest it makes me feel like one too, but I can't help it. I've tried to love it the way Carlos and Logan do but I don't. I can't picture a face, or a gender, or hear it, or picture touching it . . . I just can't."

"It's just a bump . . ."

"Yeah, just a bump." Kendall sighed, sitting back down on the couch with his bottle of lemonade. "I'm sorry, Jett. I know you're disappointed on me . . ."

"It's okay," Jett said a little numbly, sitting down beside him. "I guess . . . I don't know. I guess I was looking forward to it being here."

"I am too."

"But not for the same reasons."

"No . . ." Kendall looked up at him. "I really do like that sleepsuit you got," he said at last. "It's cute. I'm sure it'll like it."

Jett just nodded. "We can give it to them as a gift when the baby is born. Until then I kind of wanna keep it, okay?"

"That's okay."

They both fell silent. Jett didn't understand how this could be happening. He prayed it wouldn't be permanent, and had a strong feeling that it wouldn't be. However, he cold only stand by and support Kendall in his every action, even if he didn't necessarily agree.

But it wasn't his family and it wasn't his choice to make. He seemed to keep forgetting that, and it just felt worse every time he remembered.