-*Kendall's P.O.V*-
I was up before the sun came up. I couldn't sleep. Dean was sleeping right down the hall. I couldn't stop thinking about how much he hates me.
Around 9:30, there was a quiet knock on the door. I slowly moved LeeAnn and got up without waking her. I walked over to the door.
"Good morning, sweetie," LeeAnn's mom said. "I just wanted to let you two know that breakfast is ready. Is she still asleep?"
"Yeah," I said, "I'll wake her up and let her know."
"OK. And Kendall, you two can come back upstairs and eat in here instead of downstairs."
I smiled. "Thanks."
She walked away and I turned to go wake up LeeAnn. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into the hall.
"Listen here you little punk," Dean said quietly with his jaw clenched, "LeeAnn is my baby sister. You've already hurt her once and it tore her apart. I almost lost her. If you ever hurt her again, I will hurt you. I don't care if you leave the country, I will find you."
Dean was staring daggers. I jerked my arm away from him and shut the door. I walked over to LeeAnn and kissed her.
"Wake up, baby girl."
"I don't wanna," she mumbled.
"Well you need to," I said pulling the blanket off of her. "Let's go get breakfast and we'll come back up here to eat it. Your mom said to."
"A normal boyfriend would want to lay down and cuddle," she said as she got up and walked to the door.
I followed her. "Since when have I been normal?"
"True."
She grabbed my hand and we walked downstairs. I ignored Dean's glares and grabbed me and LeeAnn and plate.
"Morning mom," LeeAnn yawned.
"Morning sweetie," her mom replied. "Did you sleep well?"
LeeAnn smiled. "Yep."
"Your bed head is adorable, by the way," I whispered in her ear.
She let out a small giggle. "So is yours." She ran her hand through my hair.
"We'll be upstairs," LeeAnn said as she picked up her plate.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw Dean glaring at me. I leaned down and gave LeeAnn a kiss.
"I love you," I said quietly.
"I love you, too."
LeeAnn and I ate breakfast in silence on her bed. When we finished, she put the plates on the nightstand and climbed into my lap.
"I wonder if Logan actually bought a new blanket and sheets," she pondered.
I laughed. "It wouldn't surprise me if he did," I said. "Do you realize that we've been caught both times? Carlos and then Logan."
"I still can't believe Logan caught us," she said. "It was embarrassing, yet hilarious all at the same time."
"I just think it was hilarious."
-*LeeAnn's P.O.V*-
Kendall and I sat in silence for a while. It was nice, just me and him. When my phone went off, we both jumped. I read the text.
"My mom wants me to do the dishes," I said.
"I'll help you," Kendall said grabbing our dishes from this morning. "You wash, I'll dry."
"Sounds like a plan," I said smiling.
After we finished the dishes, Dean pulled me aside. "I need to talk to you."
"I don't wanna talk to you," I said as I pulled away from him.
"LeeAnn," he said sternly, "now."
I glanced at Kendall. "Just wait here, babe." I saw Dean's jaw clench at the sentence.
I followed Dean into the living room and sat down. I motioned for Dean to say what he needed to say.
"You need to dump Kendall," he finally said.
"No!" I said. "I'm not going to break up with him, Dean."
"He's famous," he said. "There are thousands of girls out there who want him. He could easily pick one and leave you."
"Kendall won't leave me," I said sternly. "He loves me."
"He's done it before, he'll do it again."
"He won't leave me, Dean! He loves me! Now why can't you just let me live my life? It's my relationship, not yours!'
"I almost lost you because of him. I don't want you to be with him!"
"I love him! So just stay out of this, Dean. It's my relationship, dammit!"
Dean's hand collided with my face with a loud smack. It caught me off guard and I fell backwards. Strong arms caught me before I hit the ground.
"Keep your hands off her!" Kendall yelled.
"What are you gonna do about it, popstar?" Dean asked as he got in Kendall's face.
"Get away from me," Kendall said with his jaw clenched. He shoved Dean back.
Dean pulled back and punched Kendall in the jaw. He staged backwards. I gasped. "Kendall!"
"Listen here, Kendall," Dean spat, "I don't want you near my sister anymore. You've hurt her way too much."
"I'm not leaving her just because you tell me to," Kendall said as he rubbed his jaw. Dean stepped towards them.
"Dean!" I yelled. I stood in front of Kendall. "Stop it! Just stop! Leave us alone. We don't have to listen to you and we won't. We love each other and that's that. So drop it!"
My mom walked into the living room. She noticed my red face and Kendall's bleeding lip. "What is going on in here?"
I glared at Dean. "He's trying to start crap again," I said as I moved Kendall's hand away from his jaw. He winced slightly. It was already bruising. "He hit Kendall. And me."
"Dean!" my mom yelled. "Why would you hit them?"
"LeeAnn got an attitude and Kendall shoved me," he said.
"He shoved you because you were all up in his face!" I said. "You were being a jerk, Dean. Quit trying to break us up!"
"Dean, I want you to leave them alone," my mom said.
"He's nineteen! How do you-"
"Leave them alone," she repeated. "Kendall, I'll go get you some ice."
"Thanks," Kendall replied. He looked up at me and put his hand on my cheek. "You OK, baby girl?"
I heard Dean scoff.
I moved his hand. "You're the one who got punched," I said. I gently kissed his jaw. He winced again. "How bad does it hurt?"
He shrugged. "I've had worse injuries. I've fallen off the stage before."
I laughed. "Always so graceful, aren't we?" He pulled me into his lap.
"Here sweetie," my mom said as she handed Kendall the ice pack. She went back to her room.
I kissed Kendall's cheek. His lip was still bleeding. I used my jacket sleeve to wip it off and then kissed his lips. I took the ice pack from him and held it to his face. He picked me up and carried me to the couch. I laid my head on his chest.
Dean was still watching us. I could feel it. I ignored it. I didn't want to deal with him. I just wanted to be with Kendall. I heard Dean's footsteps going away from us and the slam of a door.