Hi. I know it's been awhile, I apologize. But this just kinda happens when it happens. Posted on Tumblr as well. xx

When Logan gets off the plane, he expects he'll get his things and follow the crowd out to arrivals were he'll meet his boyfriend, Kendall.

What he doesn't expect, and what does happen, is he loses his bags. Well no, he doesn't lose his bags, but the airline does.

After making a (rocky) landing, he hurries off through the airport to the luggage belt indicated for his flight and waits.

And waits, and waits...and waits.

He suspects somethings gone wrong long before the majority of passengers from his flight start pulling away from the luggage cart, packed with all their things. At first Logan worries that someone may have walked off with his bag, it was an average navy blue luggage, but he had tied a red ribbon to the handle.

Twenty minutes prior to his arrival, Logan is still standing by the luggage cart, waiting for his bags. Although now, the only thing circling the belt is a neon yellow plastic bag of something that looks like it's spilt over during the ride.

Logan huffs, leaning heavily on his cart, he's tired and all he wants to do is meet Kendall, take a nap and go out and enjoy his New Years eve. He pulls his cellphone from his pocket and clicks the button for the screen to light up. It's a quarter past seven, not late, but Logan's been up since early this morning, having left his packing for the morning before his flight departed. He opens the messages app and clicks on his boyfriend.

Hey Kendall I'm here, just waiting for my stuff.

The response he gets is immediate.

Okay, I'm here too, waiting arrivals. :)

Logan smiles, a flutter building in his stomach. With just a little smiley emoticon is boyfriend makes him feel better.

He pockets his phone and looks back over at the luggage belt, a frown coming back onto his face because his things are still not there, but he's not sure why he expected them to be in the past five minutes. Looking around, he notices how empty his surrounding area is and grows frustrated.

As if.

As if, all luggages BUT his comes through.

Gathering his few carry on bags, Logan marches out of the luggage pick up area and follows the signs to the nearest info desk.

He gets there and sees two men behind the desk, they're chatting while leaning against the large expanse of the front desk.

Logan walks over and drops his bag onto the counter with a loud 'thunk.'

"Excuse me." He's not even asking for their attention, he's demanding it.

The two men turn to him with equally bored expressions on their faces."Yes?" The one on the right pipes up.

"I came here on flight 1897 from Los Angeles and my bags have not arrived."

The men blink.

Logan blinks.

"So?" The one on the left finally speaks.

Logan blinks again.

"What do you mean 'so'?" He can feel his anger steadily rise his chest, filling his neck and face, growing ever so gradually.

"What can we do for you? We're the INFO desk, as in INFORMATION?" It takes all of Logan's power to not reach over this desk and sock the smug look off the man's face.

Instead he reels himself back, exhaling slowly. He clenches his fingers around the edge of the desk as he turns his attention back to the...men, with a polite smile.

"Could you...maybe then, point me in the direction of someone that could actually help me?" He ends his sentence biting back a hiss.

He's met with another bored expression.

"You're looking for the check in desk." The man on the left points off into the direction Logan came from, "it is located by the bag pick up."

Logan nods and picks up his things, he's eager to get his stuff, see his boyfriend and get out of this airport. "Thank you," he says quickly, a lie. Slipping the bag strap over his shoulder. He begins his trek back to his previous destination when he's stopped by a voice.

"Oh wait," says the man from earlier, he checks back over his shoulder at the clock, "yeah, sorry they're closed."

Logan freezes, bag slipping from his shoulder and landing onto the floor. He spins around to face the men.

"What?"

"Usually they're open until midnight, but the clerk was informed of some personal issues and had to take an emergency leave. The next guy comes in at midnight if you like to wait."

Logan blinks once again.

"Sorry," the man on the right says, but he doesn't look so sorry as he shrugs it off.

"Right," is all Logan manages out as a response, swallowing down the frustrated scream in his throat.

He pulls out his phone a sends Kendall a quick text.

Ken, my bags have not arrived, may be awhile. Go back to the hotel.

Again, the blond's response is immediate.

What? You're stuff isn't here yet?!

Logan sighs.

No, I need to call the airline back in L.A. I'll see you later okay?

His phone buzzes seconds later.

No. Babe. Come out here, we can maybe buy you some clothes...or you could borrow mine. ;)

There it is once again, the fluttering in his chest that only his boyfriend could produce from him in a situation like this.

Logan smiles as he taps back a response.

Thanks Ken.

I love you. Is the blond's only response, and it speaks volumes.

Logan grins stupidly to himself.

I love you too.

He slips his phone away again, this time in his jacket pocket, just in case his boyfriend sends him another text.

He grabs his bags from the floor and turns to the two men standing languidly by the desk.

"Thanks for nothing assholes!" He says cheerily and saunters away without turning back.

As he skips over to the arrivals, a thought comes to mind and he slows to a walk to pull out his phone again.

He opens twitter and typese out a tweet.

'Hey AmericanAir just wanted to say...THANKS FOR RUINING EVERYTHING!'

He happily presses send and continues his dance to arrivals.

Logan passes through the doors and immediately brightens at the sight of his boyfriend. Kendall is playing with his phone against the wall adjacent to him, standing among a few stragglers.

He all but runs at the blond and wraps his arms around the larger figure in a hug.

Kendall laughs, "Hey Babe, I missed you." Kendall presses a kiss into the brunet's locks that makes the shorter boy blush uncharacteristically.

Kendall opens his mouth to ask him what happened, when Logan interrupts him.

"I just want to go back to the hotel and be with you." Logan says, looking up at the blond pleadingly.

Kendall takes the hint, "sounds good to me." They release each other only to come together again, side by side this time. Kendall leads Logan out of the airport, stopping suddenly when a chirp from his pocket catches his attention.

"Who tweeted you?" Logan asks curiously as the blond pulls the phone to his face.

Kendall shrugs clicking the app, "probably a fan."

A smile cracks his face and soon Kendall is laughing, out loud. He holds his phone out to Logan. "What's this?"

Logan grins as he reads over the screen before pulling back to smile up at Kendall.

"I had something in my luggage I wanted to give you," he pouts, "they ruined it." Kendall laughs again, wrapping his arm back around Logan.

"That's sweet. How about tomorrow we work on getting your clothes and tonight we focus on enjoying out New Years eve together? Huh?"

Logan smiles, "sounds good." He leans into the blond, the automatic doors opening them to the cold New York winter.

"Besides, I have something in my pants I can give you tonight." Kendall says cockily.

Logan snorts, "pervert."

But he's totally cool with that.

Hope it wasn't too mushy!

'Admins' who continuously harass me, keep it up and will not hesitate to report you. I've removed any indications for the actual persons.