Author's Note: So this is going to be my one and only chapter in a different perspective; I like to keep a story consistent so I hate when everything gets all changed up on me. But I felt, for a mega ending, I could shake it up a little. Also, it's in the third person just so it's not too confusing with Logan's personal narrative in the normal story. I wrote it kind of semi-narrator, semi-Kendall cause I got to keep that bit of flare to my writing; otherwise you'd never know it was me. Luv ya. XoXo

Kendall had told Logan that he had to go to the house and change before he came to the play tonight, but that wasn't really the reason. The reason was ten times more important than that and he knew it in the pit of his stomach. Because after seeing Logan's face the day he gave him the white promise wring, he knew there was only one thing that could beat that. And the red box Kendall had was burning a silver hole in his pocket. But he wouldn't make a move till he got Logan's mom's permission since he didn't have a dad. So that morning of Logan's big day, Kendall called Logan's mom to see if they could meet up before they left.

"Hi Ms. Mitchell, I'm Kendall Knight," Kendall said into the phone while Logan was away with friends in a circle in the corner.

"Sorry, I don't need to be saved today, I'm Cuban Jew," she said; he could hear the slight tint of whisky in her voice already.

"No, I'm not here to talk to you about Church," Kendall replied, smirking that that was her first reaction.

"Okay, I don't need to buy anymore crap. I'm a teacher on a day off. No thanks." She responded, hanging up before Kendall could say anything else. That annoyed him a little, but he'd do anything for the beautiful brunette and trying to talk to his mom was included.

"Ms. Mitchell," he started before getting cut off.

"Look, I don't know what you're pushing, but I'm not interested," she said rudely when the blonde finally spat out why he called her.

"I'm your son's boyfriend Ms. Mitchell, I stay over every night. I'm the one who refills your shot glasses when we're watching baseball."

"Oh, Bent Nose, it's you, sorry, but I've already gotten a call from the school asking me to come in for some extra planning time today and I told them 'to hell with that,' because for ten grand a year, I'm not doing a piss once extra." Kendall had never heard that expression before, but he wasn't going to screw this call up by saying something. He had already absorbed 'bent nose' with no freak-out. If that didn't faze him, nothing else could.

"I just wanted to know if I could talk to you about your son, it's important."

"What, is he okay?"

"Yeah, it's more concerning him than about him."

"You aren't going to leave him are you, because I can't deal with him when he's suicidal."

"NO! I just need to ask you for a favor; I wanted to know if I could come by after school and talk to you about this."

"Isn't today play day though."

"It's imperative."

"We both know you don't know what that means at all."

"Yeah, but I have to go to Advanced English with Logan today and the teacher said to use the vocab more often."

"Well, you can come by right after school and talk to me, but try to get some of Logan's fashion sense to rub off on you so you can help me get dressed. God, what's the point of having two gay kids if one of them is straight. I'd date you if you didn't like my son. I'd still date you even then if you were bi, but fuck, you're all the other way. What's the point of playing for the other team if you were the wrong jersey?"

"Goodbye Ms. Mitchell, see you later," Kendall responded smiling, his mother would have never been that candid. Also, he liked not being a giant stereotype; he felt special for liking Kiss more than he could ever like Madonna. It meant that even when he was gay he was different and after getting to know Logan, he had decided that different was good.

"Yeah, yeah, see you later," she said right before he heard a click of the old-fashioned phone.

The day went slowly at first until Logan showed up at his locker and they flirted a little; Logan was acting strange though and finally, he confessed that he was afraid of what the day held. And Kendal didn't like that. He was going to make today the best day in the brunette's life and when he said that, it made him want to cry. And it all upset him so much that Logan was having a bad day that he lost his cool with a teacher and got sent to the principal, but Mr. Cunningham didn't even pay attention. He let him off with a warning for touching Laura's thigh too suggestively and he let the blonde leave. But he did wonder, who the hell was Laura?

When he got back to class, Logan looked relieved and that made him feel amazing; he hated thinking that Logan was stressed or worried. He loved him too much to want to ever be the source of concern, but his nerves were all to shot to think about things first and not just act. And then freaking lunch happened. Kendall had made it very clear to Dak that he was to never even think about Logan again, and yet Dak not only cat-called at him, but he hurt him. Again. And all Kendall wanted to do was find Dak and beat the living shit out of him, but seeing Logan in skin-tight, volley ball booty shorts just made him drop everything. How could one little teen look so amazing in everything. And the dominatrix-boot, converse didn't help one bit at all.

"Careful Logie," Kendall said smirking, "Cause someone might take advantage of you in those clothes … like me!" The blonde wrapped his arms around him and bent him backwards into a kiss, to set the scene just right so that if anyone ever tried to hurt Logan again, they was also hurting Kendall. And not a whole lot of people would mess with Kendall Knight. Not unless they had plans on dying, but the taller boy just couldn't focus; Logan was too sexy. He slipped his tongue into the other teen's mouth and for the first time in a while, he actually let it in and tried back. And it was so incredible for Kendall when everything collided. It was like time stood still.

"Be careful," said Camille with Carlos by her side.

"You could get her pregnant," Carlos said, high-fiving Camille when we came up for air, "Oh, it's Logan that he's humping in the middle of the school. Go on then."

"Nice shorts Miley, but they don't leave a lot the imagination," Camille said winking, before her and Carlos walked on. Kendall couldn't lie either, they reminded him a lot of the ones she wore all the freaking time. And it made him hotter thinking about Logan pole dancing on top of a gelato cart like her. That would be just too much.

"Awe, screw them, I kinda wish you'd dress like this more," Kendall said, smiling when he got a good look over him, "But, when did you start wearing glasses." After a frazzled explanation by Logan, Kendall just accepted it and moved on, but he was stuck on that amazing ass. He didn't know how a dorky, petite teen could be so well endowed in the rear, but he liked it. It was obvious he was born to be gay, cause that just couldn't be natural any other way. Logan blushed all Science class while Kendall and the rest of the students studied every aspect of his figure in that outfit. And those shoes made his legs look so long. Or was it the shorts. Aw, Kendall didn't know or care. P.E. was hilarious for him to watch Coach Thomas exam Logan like he wasn't real. Thomas was always creepy, but when he started to push on Logan's bottom during push-ups, the blonde couldn't help but laugh. He never read gay off of the coach, but the brunette certainly could turn anyone after walking around all day in that get-up. He was like sex on legs. But Kendall was relieved when he walked back over and played with him. He'd never admit it, but he loved it when Logan was so vulnerable about sports and so on. The blonde liked having to guide him through every single aspect and today, it was his hardest time yet. And he meant it in every way it could be taken, because Logan noticed it immediately.

"Sorry," Kendall said smiling from behind Logan, moving his hand down to the smaller boy's hip, "what can I say, he wanted to join our game too." When Logan grabbed his back and jerked him forward into his ass harder, Kendall almost died. He needed to get the brunette in those clothes much more often. But after class, he made him a promise that he would bring him his spare contacts and come to the auditorium as fast as he could and if he had any true intention to actually do that and talk to Ms. Mitchell, he'd need to leave immediately.

And that's when everything went to hell.

"Ms. Mitchell," Kendall said while sitting on the woman's bed, "I wanted to talk to you about Logan and our future."

She came out of the closet with two different dresses, "Which one, the purple one or the red one."

"The purple one," Kendall replied, "It'll match your smeared lipstick."

"Not helping," she yelled back from the closet, "especially if you really want to talk to me."

"Fine, the red one because it will look nice with your red flats."

"Thanks hun," she said, running to the mirror to start her new layer of make-up, "I knew you could get gayer."

"Don't count on it staying this way."

"Wouldn't dare; I'd miss my Brewers partner too much."

Kendall laughed a little before deciding that right now would be the best time, "Ms. Mitchell, I know I haven't been going out with your son for long."

"Yeah, two months and you've already had sex. What a great thought," she threw her hands in the air before turning the curling iron on.

"Well, I wanted to know if I could take our relationship to the next level," the blonde said, standing up to look at her.

"What, 'next level;' the only thing after, that, that I can think of is marriage, or should that be before it," she gave him a quick glare before facing the mirror again. "That's where I was going with this."

"You want to marry Logan?"

"Yeah, I want to marry Logan Mitchell and make him mine permanently."

"You want to friggin marry Logan?" she screamed, dropping the iron and facing Kendall.

"Yup."

"Saw that coming," she said while picking the iron back up and facing the mirror, "You already are a married couple. My parents see more action than either of you."

"So I can?"

"Knock yourself out on marrying him, but be careful, because I don't think he's ready for it."

"Oh, he's ready."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because that white ring turned him into a love sick puppy"

"Yeah, that could do the trick."

They both laughed a little when they heard the crash of glass and a strange smell started to seep into the air.

"What the hell was that," Ms. Mitchell yelled, pointing at Kendall to find out. He swung the door open to see the flaming bag tip onto the turned-on stove and then the ball of fire came rolling at the room. Grabbing Logan's Mother, he threw them both out the nearest window into the yard, but not before a burnt piece of tree fell on him and knocked him out, singing his arm. Kendall could smell the acrid smell of burnt flesh when an over-whelming darkness hit him and he passed out due to the pain.