A/N: Honestly, I didn't plan on writing any scenes of the concert, just quick lil allusions to what happened, but Kendall had other plans. Uncooperative bastard. Guess he wasn't quite done with James just yet, but who could blame him? He's still a bastard though.

Please don't hate me, but the line about the boy bands and Nickelodeon shows, I agree with. BTR is pretty much the only boy band and Nick show I can stand. Besides Spongebob, cause who can hate Spongebob?!

Also, I hate Carly Rae Jepsen. I'm fairly certain that "Call Me Maybe", Rebecca Black's "Friday", and anything by OneDirection is what gets played on rotation in Hell.

Anyway, don't hate me, don't sue me, and say nice things :D

Kendall loved music, always had, whether it was the lullabies his mom sang to him and Katie when they were babies, or the Sesame Street CDs his dad played in the car when he was a kid, or the metal and hardcore music he discovered when he was in his early teens. It was the way songs could express what he was feeling but couldn't say for whatever reason, the way he could listen to a certain tune and go "that is so fucking me", the way it was able to speak to something deep down inside of him.

But most of all, Kendall loved music because it was an escape. He loved how he could put on his headphones and block out the rest of the world. He loved how he could close his eyes and get lost in the words, the melodies, the feelings behind it. He loved how he could go to a concert and forget all about whatever bullshit was going on in his life.

Which was exactly what he did during that fucking show. He forgot about James Diamond as a person, forgot about what happened in the dressing room, at the meet and greet, on the stage. He focused on the music, even going so far as to block out the vocals, listening to the guitar parts and thinking about how easy and simple they were. He could play that shit no problem, probably could do it in a coma.

Coma sounded pretty awesome actually. Chances were he wouldn't be able to feel anything, or say something that would cause the guy he was making out with to leave the room, or deal with fucking confusing ass pop stars.

But chances also were that he'd be stuck in a never-ending dream where he constantly rehashed those moments or had his overly imaginative—and x-rated—mind take them even further, with no chance of ever waking up and having it end.

Okay, so 'no' on the coma then.

But no never-ending deep sleep meant he was still at that fucking James Diamond concert, trying to ignore the hip-swaying dance moves, trying not to remember how it felt to have them against his own, grinding, rutting, thrusting. Instead, Kendall turned his head to the right and slightly back, checking on his sister as she stood on the chair next to his, screaming the words to the dance-pop song. She seemed to be having fun, fist in the air, huge grin on her face, eyes glued to the show onstage. Everything had been forgotten by her, too, no more worries about school or kids her age or the stock market or—best of all—what had happened between her brother and the pop star.

Kendall felt his lips tug up at the side, cheek dimpling at the sight of his sister having fun. He felt a sense of pride, of joy, knowing he'd put that grin on her face.

But all that went away when the song changed, Kendall well aware of what was set to happen. James was about to go into the audience.

Another lump formed in the blond's throat and he automatically started trying to swallow it. And while his brain was trying to figure out if it was okay for his heart to pound that hard, that fast, so much in one day, his eyes were busy seeking out the brunet he thought he never wanted to see again.

And then he found the motherfucker and he started wondering how he could actually think he'd manage to go the rest of his life without seeing that face, meeting those eyes, watching those lips. God, he was so fucking pathetic. The guy had left him without a word, making it pretty clear he wanted nothing to do with the teen. Yet Kendall still wanted him. Bad.

James did his usual greet the fans thing, shaking hands, giving hugs, still managing to sing perfectly into the mike as he headed down the aisle. Kendall kept his eyes glued to the singer, waiting for the elder male to turn around, waiting to feel if that spark was still there as it had been last time, waiting to see if things were ruined between the two of them.

He didn't have to linger in anticipation much longer though. First line of the first chorus and James turned around, hazel eyes finding green ones.

And there it was, that connection, that pull, that indescribable force that had Kendall wanting to climb over fans to get to James so he could recreate what happened in the dressing room.

But as soon as their eyes locked, James' face changed. His smile faltered, his eyes darkened, several emotions flashing across his face, none of which had to do with the song he was belting out. Then he looked away, fake smile plastered on his mug, like nothing happened.

And to the crowd, it seemed exactly like that. The whole thing had lasted maybe a second, the pop star not missing a note. But Kendall noticed the shift, the change. He could see how tense the singer had gotten, realized the brunet wasn't looking at his side of the aisle anymore, knew the reasons why. Because the blond had fucked up by suggesting the elder male sleep with him.

But really, what else was he supposed to think was gonna happen? He'd been invited to the guy's dressing room, pinned against the wall as his mouth was attacked, pelvises rubbing together as if they could actually make fire with that kind of wood. In Kendall's experience, that sorta shit led to clothes being removed and dicks being covered. Not once had a guy swore then exited, leaving the blond alone, hard, and confused.

A million reasons flashed through Kendall's head, all hoping to explain James' behavior, but it all boiled down to one thing: the blond had said something the brunet didn't wanna hear. Meaning that the teen had totally fucked up his chances with the literal guy of his dreams.

'Yeah, really good job, you dumb fuck.'

He didn't bother arguing with his mind that time. Hard to disagree with the truth.

A heavy sigh left him, unheard through the loud music booming through the PA and the screams that pierced his eardrums as the singer got closer.

Wait. He was getting closer. He was near their row, heading right over. He still hadn't looked at Kendall, but whatever. He was walking towards the blond and his sister.

The teen had no idea what to do with himself. He crossed his arms over his chest, only to drop them a second later. He thought about putting his hands in his pockets, but decided against it, wondering instead what he should do if the singer actually went up to him. Should he ignore the star? Should he put his hand out and hope the other male touched it, shook it, something?

He grabbed his jeans at either side, hiking them up a bit, figuring he should let the elder guy dictate what happens, have him make the first move.

Assuming, of course, that James even came over to the Knight siblings.

Which he did. Kendall wasn't sure if Fate liked him or not.

He settled on 'not', since the pop star didn't even look at him as he finished the chorus. Instead, those hazel eyes focused on Katie as she stood on the chair by the aisle, slightly bouncing as she smiled widely. James grinned back, a genuine one, as he pulled the mike away from his mouth, wrapping his free right arm around her torso and pulling her into a hug. She hugged back, smile growing when he kissed her cheek.

Kendall couldn't appreciate the cuteness of the situation, couldn't get mad at the guy for making him fall more. He was too busy trying to make sure he wasn't showing the intense hurt he was feeling inside. James was right there, but was completely ignoring the blond, totally pretending the teen wasn't there. And Kendall just stood there, feeling like his heart was gonna-

Completely explode out his fucking chest.

James pulled his arm back from around Katie, reaching out and stroking his hand across Kendall's chest, making the teenager inhale sharply, lips parted, eyes going wide before the lids fell halfway down. Sure, to anyone else, it looked like an accidental graze, but the blond knew better. The brunet had turned his hand around, fingers purposely grazing the younger male's nipples, ones that were still hard and sensitive from earlier activities. Activities that only the two of them knew about.

And, as always, the touch felt like fire, like the taller male had trailed a match across the smaller, rather than his fingers. Kendall wanted to hate him for being a tease, especially after how their previous encounter ended, but instead, he found himself craving more of it—and in other areas of his anatomy. Which, in turn, made him hate the singer.

Confusing much?

Kendall swallowed hard, snapping himself out of the daze he'd just been put in. James was gone, causing a slight panic in the blond. But it was dealt with fairly quickly as he spotted the pop star a couple rows back, singing the second verse.

As though he knew he had the younger male's attention, knew those green eyes were trained on him, the brunet turned around, locking eyes. An apology was clearly written all over his face, one easily read by the teen.

Kendall knew right then and there that whatever had happened between them was over.

The rest of the show went by uneventfully, Kendall just standing there, not paying attention to anything happening onstage. Honestly, it was how he imagined his first James Diamond concert to go. He didn't think his second one would end with him not remembering anything after the singer's excursion into the crowd.

Okay, that was sort of a lie. Kendall remembered the singer picking some random blonde girl from the audience and bringing her onstage, remembered the dusty remnants of his heart falling to his stomach and making him feel nauseous. And as the pop star led the fan to the stage, the teenage boy excused himself to the bathroom, ignoring his younger sister's confused looks and questions of where he was going.

The bathroom had been empty, not surprising since about ninety-nine percent of the crowd was female and both genders were currently enjoying the headlining act's show. Kendall went straight to the sinks, bending over one and gripping the sides, head hanging. He took several deep breaths, calming himself down, repeatedly reminding himself that he had no right to be jealous, the singer wasn't his, and it was just a crush on a celeb. Glancing at his reflection in the mirror, he told himself to stop acting like such a chick—again—and to man the fuck up.

One last deep breath, cheeks puffing out, blowing the air out harshly, then he left the bathroom.

The rest of the show passed in a blur, the blond spending most of the time spacing out, repeating to himself that it was just another celeb crush and all his reactions were caused by teenage hormones and a six month long dry spell, that the pounding heart and flipping stomach were due to him being starstruck by a good-looking pop star. And, as much as it hurt to think, he had to believe that he was nothing more than a convenient fuck. Sure, he'd never heard about James hooking up with groupies, but that didn't mean it didn't happen. The brunet was young, rich, famous, and hot as fuck, plus he clearly had plenty women available for a night's entertainment. Kendall had lost count of the number of x-rated tweets he'd seen sent to the singer, the posts about sexual acts female fans would perform on him, admissions of giving up their v-cards to him. James would be pretty dumb to pass on opportunities like those. Or a pussy.

Being pinned against the wall with a tongue down his throat proved to the blond that the brunet definitely wasn't afraid of taking a shot on something.

Yeah, reminiscing about that wasn't helping anything.

The final lyric was belted out, final note played, confetti cannons shooting out purple and black squares of crepe paper over the audience. The crowd cheered loudly, the sounds of a thousand tweenage screams piercing Kendall's ears and snapping him out of his space out session. The houselights came on, Carly Rae motherfucking Jepsen playing over the PA system, fans filing out as the blond looked around in a daze, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.

Turning to his right, he saw his sister crouched down, feet back on the floor, picking confetti off the ground and putting it in her VIP bag. Seeming satisfied with her gathering, she straightened up, slinging her bag straps over her right shoulder, holding her bag of merch in her hand, as she turned to her older brother, huge grin on her face.

"That was awesome!" she yelled, voice rough from all the screaming she'd done over the past hour and a half. Her eyes were wide, sparkling, the joy clearly evident over her face.

Kendall couldn't hold back a grin of his own at her expression. Not that he wanted to. His baby sister's first concert and she obviously had a blast, all thanks to him. And a little bit to James Diamond, but whatever, he didn't count.

The blond snatched his bag from where it sat under his chair, practically choking the purple fabric in his fist. Putting his free left hand on his sister's shoulder, he kept a grip on her as they headed up the aisle, out the arena, and into the main lobby. It wasn't until they were outside and he was pointing her in the direction of the car before either of them spoke.

And, fucking shocker, it was Katie.

"Wait," she ordered, stopping on the large concrete walkway outside the main entrance, giving Kendall no choice but to pause, turn, and look at her. "Aren't we gonna go to the buses?"

Okay, he was sooo not in the mood for this. He'd been ready to get home before the concert even started. And now his sister wanted to delay his mopefest? Yeah, okay, she didn't know that, wasn't aware of his plans for the rest of the night—and possibly longer—so he couldn't be pissed about that. But still.

He kept his response short, sweet, and to the point, guaranteeing that there was no misunderstanding or misinterpreting. "No."

"Why not? You did last time."

The elder Knight managed to hide his confusion before it showed on his face, quickly figuring out what the fuck she was talking about, remembering his earlier lie. Then it was a matter of trying to come up with a good excuse for why the two of them weren't going bus hunting, the perfect one soon coming to mind.

"Because we promised Mom we'd go home immediately after the show ended."

That trademark evil smirk of Katie's spread across her face, arms folded over her chest, merch bag hanging down in front of her small frame. "She doesn't need to know. Not like she's aware of what time the show ends or how long the car ride would be."

Okay, the little evil mastermind had a good point, he had to admit that. And normally, he'd be all for giving their mom a metaphorical middle finger by pretty much doing everything she didn't want him to—not that this was all that rebellious in the slightest—but not this time. Not when this time, his rebellion would bring him face to face with James Diamond. No, the blond was taking a page from the brunet's book by running away and avoiding the other male.

Not to mention ignoring the ache in his chest and the voice in his head that was screaming at him to just go along with Katie's suggestion.

"No," he repeated himself, voice firm, not wavering, not a hint that he had even remotely considered what she said. He put a hand on her back between her shoulderblades, forcing her to walk. "We're going home."

Looking both ways, they crossed the road, Katie looking up at him as she continued on her mission to get Kendall—and herself—to the bus lot. "Don't you wanna see him one last time?" she questioned. "Don't you wanna say goodbye?"

He didn't hesitate, didn't need to think it over before speaking this "no".

"Why not?"

"Let it go, Katie." His voice was full of the frustration he was feeling as they reached the aisle where he'd parked hours before, hand still pushing his sister forward.

"Something happened, didn't it?" she questioned as she stopped once again, Kendall doing the same and turning to her. "When you went to the dressing room? He find something in your wallet?"

The blond's eyebrows furrowed. "What? When did he have my wallet?"

"I knew it!" the young girl yelled, pointing at her big brother. "I knew that was a lie!" Her smile was a cocky one as she folded her arms over her chest. "So, tell me what happened."

"Nothing happened." If his life was a TV show, that would be his catchphrase. He'd said it often enough that night.

She rolled her eyes, clearly not believing him. "Then why don't you wanna go to the buses? And don't give me that crap about Mom because you never listen to her."

Eleven year olds should never make so much sense. They should be off squealing over some lameass boy band or some shit show on Nickelodeon, not making highly intelligent observations on things beyond their mental capacity or age level.

Kendall refolded his arms over his chest, reminding her of who the adult in this situation was. "Because I'm tired as hell and just wanna go home, okay?" He watched as she opened her mouth, but spoke before she could utter a syllable. "We'll wait by the buses next time."

That changed Katie's mood in a flash, eyes lighting up, huge smile forming on her face as she let out an excited gasp. "'Next time'? So you're taking me to another James Diamond concert?!"

'God no.'

"If we leave right now, sure."

'Idiot.'

'Yeah, I know.'

Katie bounced in place, letting out a small squeal, finally acting her age. "Are we gonna get VIP again? Ooh! We should bring Carlos with us. He'd be way more fun than you." She walked past her brother, heading down the aisle towards their car.

"Gee, thanks," he muttered as he turned and followed.

"I'm just sayin'," she stated as he walked alongside her. "You were way moody and mopey and you won't tell me why and-"

"And if you bring it up again, I'll make it so you never get to go to another concert ever, much less a James Diamond one."

She held her hands up in surrender. "Dropping it."

"Yeah, yeah." He dug his keys out of his jean pocket, unlocking the passenger door and holding it open for Katie. He knew she'd do as she said she was going to, knew she'd let the whole thing go. But unfortunately, he also knew it was only for the time being and eventually, her curiosity would get the best of her and she'd bring it up again. He just had no idea what the hell he'd say to her when it happened, how to explain it, especially when he was clueless about it, too.