Disclaimer: This is complete and total FICTION. That means it never happened and is completely untrue. In fact, this is so far from the truth that it isn't even in the same country as the truth. I don't own anybody: Big Time Rush, the characters, and all referenced scenes belong to Nickelodeon, and I make no money off of this. I am not in any way implying said characters' sexual identities.
Aha! Updated before 11.21.11 (tomorrow!). My plans got changed, so I decided I'd get this up now. :)
(Still in flashback mode, in January)
"Hey." Kendall said.
"Why are you still here? I thought it was just a minor stab wound, and that you would've been discharged. Why are you getting a blood transfusion?"
"Apparently it nicked an artery or vein or something, so I would have eventually bled out if it wasn't fixed, and well, that wouldn't have been good. They said I'd lost almost a liter of blood by the time they found it and did surgery. Then the doctor accidentally made it worse, and I lost a ton more blood. That's why I'm here now; they're replacing the blood I lost. I have you to thank for saving my life."
"Well, I was just in the right place at the right time." Logan said. "The doctors saved your life- even though they almost didn't."
"Well, thank you anyway." Kendall said.
"You're welcome I'll be back in a few to give you some medicine. If you need anything, press that call button there."
"Ok. Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Logan had saved Kendall's assessment and medications for last; he wanted to spend some time with Kendall, get to know him a little.
"Hi Logan."
"Hey. Here's your medicine."
"What am I taking?" Kendall asked, to see if Logan knew what he was talking about.
"Well, the orange one there, that round pill, is Vitamin C, something that we give almost all our patients, and the other one, the white oblong one, is Ciprofloxacin, or Cipro; it's to help prevent infections.
"Alright. I'll take them, now that I know what they are." Kendall said.
"Thank you. I'm just going to do a quick head-to-toe assessment on you; check you arms, legs, and heart." Logan walked Kendall through the assessment as he did it. After he'd asked the basic questions to assess the level of consciousness (person, place, and time), he asked, "So, where's your girlfriend? You haven't had any visitors."
"Don't have one."
"Oh, come on, someone as famous and cute as you has to have one."
"Nope. I'm not taking you away from your other patients, am I?" Kendall asked.
Logan pulled up a chair and sat by Kendall's bed, seeing that Kendall needed to talk to someone. "No, I already discharged one, and the other one is in surgery and won't be back for awhile, so right now, you are my only patient."
"Oh, ok." Kendall said. "The reason I don't have a girlfriend is because I like guys better anyway."
"So, you're gay?" Logan asked. This is all a dream. Not that there's anything wrong with that."
"I'm bi actually." Kendall said. "Gosh, it feels nice to finally tell someone that." He looked at Logan. "How about you? You have a special someone? You don't have to answer if you don't want."
"Nope. One, there's not a lot of people who could put up with the 12-hour shift schedule," Logan said; since Kendall had shared a secret, Logan would share his too. "Plus, I'm gay. I don't really want everyone in hospital to know, you know. And, you're the first person I've openly admitted it to without being asked. If someone asks, I tell them the truth, but I don't go announcing it."
"I know." Kendall said. They spent a few talking, until Brittany (the other nurse on duty) said that Logan's patient surgery would be up in half-hour. Wow, has it really been almost two hours? Logan thought. It seemed like only minutes.
"Can I get you anything?" Logan asked as he stood up.
"No thanks." Kendall said, but Logan could tell there was something Kendall wanted to say.
"Ok. Ring the call bell if you need me."
"I will."
Kendall's doctor had come by at about noon and determined that Kendall was ok to go home. Logan wrote up the discharge instruction and headed down to Kendall's room.
"Ok. Here's your discharge instructions." Logan said as he read them. "Do you have any questions?"
"Yeah, I do. Can I get your number?"
"Well, I don't normally give it out to patients." Logan watched Kendall's face drop.
"I see." Kendall looked disappointed.
"But, sign that paper there, and you won't be my patient anymore. And, yes, I'll give you my number."
Kendall's green eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas. He signed the paper, and Logan wrote down his number. "If I don't answer, leave me a message with your number the first time. I promise I'll call you back and won't leak your number to the press either."
"Sounds good. Thanks for everything."
"You're welcome." Logan helped Kendall out to the waiting car, and then went back to work, Kendall's smile etched in his mind- Logan swore he saw sparks fly the first time Kendall smiled.
Logan was checking his phone that night after finishing his 12-hour shift (those last 6 hours without Kendall had seemed to drag on; Logan was never so glad that night shift arrived) when he saw he had a new voicemail.
"Hi Logan. This is Kendall. I was wondering if you wanted to come to the game tonight. I'd rather not leave my number in case someone hacks your voicemail. Hopefully I'll see you there. Just tell the ticket lady your name and that 'Kendall said I was supposed to come.' She knows what you look like and will get you in."
Even though Logan was tired, he headed to the game (he wanted to see Kendall again). He did what Kendall said (the ticket lady was so nice), and the game was over (a 1-0 Wild loss; Kendall didn't play, he was in a suit on the bench). Kendall met up with him. "Hey. You came."
"Yeah."
"You looked tired. We can get together another time."
"No, this is ok." Logan said. "I don't have to work tomorrow, so I can get more sleep if I need it later."
"Do you want to come back to my place? I can make you some food; I'm pretty sure you haven't eaten since lunch, am I right?"
"Yeah."
"And, I have a guest room, so if you're too tired to drive, you can stay."
"Ok." Logan followed Kendall, and was surprised at how plain the house looked (he was expecting a mansion with all the money Kendall had).
"Is spaghetti ok?" Kendall asked.
"Sure." Logan said.
"Let me change into something more comfortable; I hate suits."
Please do. Hopefully I won't feel like pinning you against the wall and tearing your clothes off. Logan thought. He was surprised at how much wanted Kendall, and they weren't even really friends yet.
Kendall came back down in jeans, a Wild sweatshirt and Vans; he still looked good. I'm in deep. Logan thought. Kendall made spaghetti; they ate and talked.
"Tell me something I don't already know about you Logan."
"Well, I was born in Texas, but moved to Minnesota with my mom when I was 3. I was going to be a doctor, but changed my mind. I'm currently single; haven't met that special someone yet. Your turn. Tell me something I don't know about superstar Kendall Knight."
Kendall laughed. "I wouldn't say 'Superstar', but ok. I've lived in Minnesota my whole life, but I was born in Kansas on a family vacation. I have a younger sister, Katie, who's 17, and I send most of my money to a bank account for her college fund. Our dad left right after she was born; Mama raises her, but it's hard. Like you, I'm single; that right person hasn't come along yet."
They finished eating, and Logan yawned. "I hope I don't sound like a horrible guest, but I'm going to go to bed."
"No, I should probably too." Kendall said, "I didn't get much sleep last night, being in the hospital and all. Night. Sweet dreams."
"Sweet dreams to you too. Good night." As Logan watched Kendall walk down the hall, he was head-over-heels in love with Kendall. He just had to make Kendall love him back.
Those green eyes were staring at him; the blond hair was all tousled and stuck to Kendall's forehead. "Please, Logan, fuck me."
"Ok." Logan lined up and pressed in; he set a rhythm that had Kendall moaning and writhing beneath him in a matter of moments.
"Oh, god, Logan, harder." Kendall said. Logan changed the angle, and made Kendall come in a minute or so; Logan came right after that.
Logan's eyes opened as he came; he realized that it was all a dream. He could hear Kendall downstairs, and prayed that Kendall hadn't heard him call out Kendall's name. He put back on his scrubs (he didn't have a change of clothes- he hadn't been planning on staying the night, but he was tired, and Kendall had told him to stay) and headed downstairs, finding Kendall at the stove, making breakfast.
"Morning." Logan said.
"Hey. Coffee's over there if you want some." Kendall said. "I'm making omelets; I hope you like those."
"I do. Can I help?"
"No, you're my guest. Sit down and relax, enjoy your coffee. How did you sleep?"
"Good. I love that bed. How about you?"
"I slept great." Kendall brought over the omelets. "Here we go."
After they ate, Logan said, "Well, I'd better get home; I'm sure you have things to do today."
"Actually, nope. Coach gave us the day off." Kendall said. "Oh, and here's my number," he said, grabbing Logan's phone and saving it under "K-dog".
"Thanks. If you want to get together or something later, text me."
"I will. Text me if you want to do something too. I hope you have a great day Logan."
"You too Kendall."
It was about 4:30 pm that day when Logan's phone chirped with a message.
What r u doing? It was from Kendall.
Nothin. U?
Bored. Wanna come watch a movie w/me? at my house.
Sure. be right there. Logan was pretty sure Kendall was doing this as a friendly thing, right? There's no way he likes me. Logan thought. I'm not good enough for him.
Kendall let him in, and they got settled in on the couch; a bowl of popcorn sat between them.
Logan was so engrossed in the movie (The Curious Case of Benjamin Button), so he didn't noticed Kendall's hand in the popcorn bowl. Their hands touched and they both pulled back, like they'd been bitten by a snake.
Kendall paused the movie. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"