Hey guys! Sorry about not updating sooner! I've been sick (I am again) and my wrist hurts b/c it has a hairline fracture on the growth plate and... ther'e's a whole load of crap. I don't own BTR or "Losing My Religion". :((((((( Anyway, without further ado, here's BTB:

Kendall POV

Kelsey left us to go to her apartment (2K) around 9 o'clock. We hugged her, waved her out, told her how glad we were that she was here, and then she rolled her eyes and left. Only Kelsey. The second she was out the door, James rounded on Carlos.

"What the hell, Dude?" He yelled angrily.

"Watch it, James, Katie's asleep." I hissed, glancing at her door.

"What—what are you talking about?" Carlos looked totally lost, beyond totally lost—he was worse off than Hansel and Gretel. He'd pissed off the James Witch.

"Kelsey. What's going on between you and Kelsey?" James's eyes narrowed, hands clenching and unclenching, practically shaking. Logan and I eyed each other nervously, ready to act on a second's notice. However, I was worried. This conversation was turning to a dangerous topic. Dangerous for all of us.

Carlos looked even more confused, if that was possible. "Nothing. We're friends, just the same as you and her." There was an edge to his words, as if he knew that his words would hurt James.

And hurt James, they did. He became infuriated. "Shut your mouth!" He yelled, struggling to break free of my newly placed grip on his arms. "Kelsey and I will be… we could be…"

"You could be what?" I asked him, forcing him to his knees. I held him in almost a choke hold, preventing him from getting up or overpowering me.

"We could be together if she only knew…" He sighed, not calming but descending to agitation.

I resisted the urge to tighten my hands. We had to settle this. Now that we knew that at least two of us-James and I- were in love with Kelsey, something had to be done. But before I could suggest that, a memory slipped its way into my lulled senses.

It was mid-April and we watched as Kelsey laughed on stage, running through her lines with Simon. Simon. My only true threat. Or so I thought.

Kelsey rolled her eyes as Simon stumbled over his lines again. "No, no, no." She laughed, wrenching his script from his hands (she was already off book).

Her eyes scanned the page quickly, taking in every word, everything in between. She glanced at him, and then at James, who sat beside me. "James, get your butt over here!"

James, just as confused as Simon and me, walked over to her. She helped him onto the stage and thrust the script at him. "Run through these lines with him. I'm not sure if I can actually do it. You know R&J just as well as I do."

James blushed from her praise but handed Simon the script, "You start, Dude."

Simon stared at Kelsey in confusion before turning back to the script, "Right… uh." He cleared his throat and began, "I am too sore enpierced with his shaft to soar with his light feathers; and so bound I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe. Under love's heavy burden do I sink."

"And, to sink in it, should you burden love—Too great oppression for a tender thing." James replied, searching his mind for the next line. Kelsey, however, hopped off of the stage and walked over to me.

"Where's the Logan-ator?" Her tone was playful.

"Studying for the TAG Gov test. Where else?"

"And the Crazy Mexi?" She teased. (A/N: No offence intended. A bunch of my best friends are Hispanic.)

"Trying out a new stunt."

She rolled her eyes, "So that leaves you and me for the rest of the day."

My eyebrows scrunched together, "What about James?"

"He'll be running through lines with Simon for ages. No worries."

"Breezy?"

"Daniel's home."

"Oh. Alicia?"

"Shopping with Leah and Mrs. Mitchell."

"Wow. It really is just you and me." I hid my excited smile, unsure of how she would interpret it.

"Yep." She smiled. "We haven't hung out in forever. Whaddya wanna do?"

"I dunno. Play hockey, walk around town, maybe get ice cream. I don't really care as long as you're with me." I bit my lip, trying not to slap myself for my stupidity. But it all worked out.

She smiled at me and threw an arm around my shoulders, "You know, Ken-Ken, I feel the exact same way."

So we played hockey for two and a half ours, wandered around town and window shopped for another hour and a half, and then grabbed some lunch around one. We ran around the field out behind her house until Ms. Taylor called us in.

Kelsey's foster mom gave us ten bucks and sent us out for ice cream. Let me just say that we didn't exactly wait around. We took off running to the ice cream parlor, Sammy's, feet flying faster than the Flash.

The real notice-worthy stuff began at Sammy's. When we got in, we ordered our ice cream, grabbed some giant spoons, and sat down in the very corner booth. We joked around, talked about school, hockey stats, everything. I'd missed the loose feeling I felt with Kelsey.

And then Parker came in, Kate Harrison hanging off his arm. Kels stiffened at the sound of his voice, his laugh made the hair on her arms stand straight up, and the flirty giggles that came from Kate made her jaw clench.

I saw the tear start in her eye and was shocked by my realization. For the first time in her life, Kelsey needed to be defended. Our protector needed protecting. And I could to it.

I glared at Parker as his eyes took in our presence. Steering Kate towards our table, he smiled cockily. "Hey guys, what's up?"

Kelsey's jaw clenched even tighter, teeth digging into her lip as she held back tears. Kate smiled obliviously, giggling like the dumb school-girl she was.

I bit off my words carefully. "Get lost Parker."

His eyebrow rose and he glanced at Kelsey. "Hey Kels."

If it was possible, her jaw tightened even more. "Get lost Parker." I repeated.

"Well if Kelsey would just answer me…"

"You don't deserve an answer from her, you ass." I growled.

His eyes appraised me curiously, "What'd you just call me?"

"I thought I called you an ass but I can change the word if you want." I snarled.

A gentle hand came to my arm, squeezing it gently. Alicia Garcia appeared at my side. "Butt out, douche bag."

"I believe Kendall here started the fight."

"You're mistaken." She snapped, fists on her hips, eyes narrowed. "And you might want to keep a better eye on your girlfriend."

Suddenly confused, Parker glanced at Kate. The brunette's arm was linked through his own but her thumbs were flying around the keyboard of her phone. "What the hell are you talking about, Garcia?"

"She was making out with Adam last night. I saw it with my own two eyes."

"What?" he barked, jerking his head toward Alicia before turning it back to Kate. "Is this true?" he demanded.

Kate sighed loudly, as if Parker was bothering her. Looking up from her phone, she looked at her boyfriend and shrugged nonchalantly.

"He was coming onto me." To his horrified expression she rolled her eyes, "Seriously Parker, it's not that big of a deal. It didn't mean anything."

Parker opened his mouth to speak, but closed it. He continued this for a few second, resembling a fish of sorts. Finally, he just gave up and stormed out, leaving Kate.

She bit her lip and frowned, as if just realizing the repercussions of her actions. "Wait, Parker!" She ran after him.

Alicia smirked, then turned to Kelsey and Kendall. Her smirk immediately transformed into a frown.

"Are you ok, Kelsey?"

She shook her head and wiped at the tears that were streaming down her face. She launched herself from the table to where Alicia and I were standing. She buried her face in my chest and threw her arms around me. "Thanks Kendall." I gulped and nodded, patting her head.

She then hugged Alicia in the same glomping fashion, "Thanks Leesh."

"Seriously," I turned to Carlos's sister. "Thanks Leesh."

Alicia's smile returned. "Anytime. I like making jerks cry."

We laughed and wiped the tears from Kelsey's face. The next day, the breakup was the talk of the school.

Kelsey's POV

I dropped myself off in the apartment and roamed around for a while. While roaming past the lobby, I heard a smokey sweet voice and the soft tinkling of a piano. I tucked my head in and saw a guy sitting at the piano.

"The slip that brought me To my knees failed What if all these fantasies Come flailing around Now I've said too much I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try." He sang quietly.

"But that was just a dream That was just a dream." I joined in, his gaze snapped to me. I kept going, "That's me in the corner That's me in the spotlight, I'm Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it Oh no, I've said too much I haven't said enough I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try."

"But that was just a dream Try, cry, why try? That was just a dream Just a dream, just a dream, Dream." I didn't realize how close I had gotten to the singer until we finished singing. I was leaning up against the piano, a huge smile across my face.

And then it hit me what I had just done. "Oh god, I'm sorry about that. That was probably really rude and intrusive… I'm going to go now." I turned as fast as I could.

He caught my wrist, "No, it's okay."

I gulped and turned to look at him. His grey blue eyes looked at me without frustration, he was concerned but guarded. His dirty blonde hair fell over one eye, and his cautious smile was completely heartbreaking.

"Hey, it's seriously okay." He said, letting go of my wrist. "I'm Nick."

"Oh, uh…" I stuttered to come up with my name. "uh…Kelsey. I'm Kelsey." I said, smiling slowly. I could just see James giving me a thumbs up and saying, 'Gold star, Kels! You remembered your name!' "You're really good."

"Thanks. You too."

I laughed a bit and twisted my hair around my fingers. "Thanks. So…how long have you been here?"

"Three days." He replied, shrugging and gesturing around the empty lobby. "I haven't met many people yet. What about you?"

"Oh, uh I just got here this morning." I ran a hand through my hair and shook it into a different part. "My friends just came on a rise and… I figured they might be able to help me."

"What do you do? Sing?"

"What, no." I said, thoroughly alarmed. "No. I choreograph. And write songs. But, no, no, I don't sing."

He eyed me carefully, "Are you alright? You seem nervous."
Yeah, my heart's going 120. "I'm fine. Totally fine."

He nodded disbelievingly. "Right. So, Kelsey, what num—"

"2K." I blurted, blush spreading up my cheeks. What is up with me? I can't seriously be into this guy. He looks exactly like Parker…

"Awesome." His face lit a bit with a smile. "I'm in 2M."

I felt a smile light my face too, "That's awesome." My phone buzzed and I glanced at it. Breezy. "Uh," I glanced at him, "I…"

"Go ahead and take it." He gestured towards the phone with a relaxed expression.

I glanced at him, and then at the phone. I hit ignore and pocketed it. I'd text Bree later. "Nah, it's cool. Just my friend."

"You sure?"

"Totally." I smiled. "So uh, where are you from?"

"New Jersey."

"What part?"

"Newark."

"No way." I gushed, thinking to my cousins. "My cousin lives…" I slowly corrected myself, "…lived there."

"Name? I mean, it's not a tiny place but maybe I knew them."

"Christopher Rydal."

Nick's eyes widened and he stared at me in shock, no words in sight.

I touched his hand, which rested on his knee, gently. "Nick? Nick, are you okay?"

He breathed out tightly. "Kelsey. You couldn't make it to the funeral."

I gasped, realizing who he was. "Ohmygod." I gasped. "You're that Nick." I brought my fist across his cheek, feeling the sting on my own hand. He flew back.

OOOH! Drama!

Kelsey: Uh, why'd you make me do that?

Cali: I didn't.

Kels: Well I certainly didn't.

Cali: Shut up, Kels.

Anyway, review and start to let me know who you think she should end up with! I NEED THIS INFORMATION!