Author's Note: Here's the chapter that many of you have been waiting for! Enjoy!

Kendall and Mrs. Mitchell make small talk as they wait for Mr. Mitchell to come home. Carlos does his best to stay in the moment, but he is so nervous. His palms are sweating and he just can't seem to sit still.

It seems like an eternity for Carlos, but finally the front door squeaks open and Mr. Mitchell can be heard in the entryway. Carlos tenses up, but Kendall places a comforting and reassuring hand on his forearm.

"Joanna?"

"In the living room, hun!" Mrs. Mitchell gives Carlos a comforting smile.

Mr. Mitchell enters the room, gives his wife a hug and kiss, and takes a seat on the armrest next to her.

"Hello there, boys. So good to see you after all these years." He says in a friendly tone.

Carlos nods his response.

"So," he begins in a hesitant, semi-accusing tone, "Joanna tells me that you have something to tell us about Logan."

Carlos shrinks into the couch and can barely whisper, "Ye… ye… yes, sir."

Knowing the punch line, Kendall is sympathetic to Carlos' uneasiness. He can tell that Mr. Mitchell is still apprehensive of any news regarding his son and Carlos. Kendall can't blame him; Carlos was the cause of Logan's depression during those years after high school. Kendall scoots over to wrap a supportive arm around Carlos' shoulders.

Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell are staring holes through Carlos, waiting in uncertain anticipation. Carlos does his best to compose himself. He sits up straighter and clears his throat.

"Well… um… Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell, I'm here to um… ah…" Carlos stutters unsure of how he's going to word this. He looks to Kendall and is very thankful that he's there. Kendall is smiling and gives him a supportive nod.

Carlos clears his throat again and starts over. "Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell, I'd like to ask you…" Carlos takes a deep breath. "I'd like to ask you…" another deep breath, "I'."

Kendall chuckles while shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, Carlos. Could you repeat that?" Mrs. Mitchell asks, smile on her face. She definitely heard, but wants to make sure.

Carlos adjusts his body so that he is now sitting on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, being the most serious he's ever been. Steadily and calmly, he says, "With your permission, I would like to ask Logan to marry me."

Mrs. Mitchell immediately jumps off the couch and rushes over for a hug. Mr. Mitchell, on the other hand remains in his seat.

Releasing Carlos and turning toward her husband, Mrs. Mitchell exclaims, "This is amazing news! I'm so happy right now. Isn't this great news, hun?"

Mr. Mitchell hesitantly nods which isn't lost on Carlos and a frown appears on his face.

"You don't think this is a good idea, do you, Mr. Mitchell?"

"It's not that I don't think it's a good idea. I'm just worried, Carlos."

Carlos hangs his head in understanding and Kendall comes to his friend's rescue.

"If I may say something, Mr. Mitchell, I understand your apprehension and fear, but your son loves Carlos and Carlos loves Logan so much that it is sometimes sickening." A jab to the stomach follows that statement. "I remember those two years and how depressed they both were without each other, but these past six months are the happiest I've ever seen them."

"It's true, honey. Haven't you heard the joy and love in Logan's voice every time he calls and we ask about Carlos?"

Carlos' face lights up at the statement.

Mr. Mitchell reluctantly nods. "Yes, you're right, dear. I just don't want to see Logan that upset again."

"I won't let it happen again, Mr. Mitchell. I'd rather die a thousand horrible deaths than to ever hurt Logan again."

"I think that's a little dramatic, Carlos…"

"The only way he know how to handle situations," Kendall interjects in time for another jab to the stomach.

Mrs. Mitchell smiles and continues, "… and I appreciate the sentiment. I can see it in your eyes."

"How can I argue with that? You have my blessing, Carlos," Mr. Mitchell concedes.

"Really…?" Carlos asks in disbelief.

Mr. Mitchell nods, causing Carlos to jump off the couch and tackle his potential father-in-law. Mrs. Mitchell is in a fit laughter and Kendall joins in while shaking his head.

"That's Carlos for you," Kendall explains in between breaths.

Mr. Mitchell laughs, too and returns the embrace of his potential son-in-law. "Looks like I'm going to have to invest in a helmet," he jokes.

Logan is frantically running around the apartment making sure he has everything before packing up his suitcases. James had tried to help, but when he'd go do something Logan asked, he apparently did it wrong. Fed up with feeling like an idiot, James resolved himself to sitting on the floor watching television. He would have been more comfortable on the couches, but those were occupied by piles of clothes, toiletries, and the presents James helped Logan pick out, even his own.

"Logan, I don't understand why you are packing now. We're not leaving until Saturday morning. You still have all of tomorrow."

Logan gives James the evil eye. "That won't give me enough time to get anything I'm missing."

James puts his hands up in surrender, "Okay, if you say so," and returns to watching his show.

A few minutes later Logan asks, "Hey, does your show have some buzzing in it?"

"No. Why?"

"Can you turn it down for a sec?"

"Why?"

"Can you just turn it down? I think I hear something."

James mutes the television and strains to hear what it is Logan thinks he's hearing. Now that the volume is off, a faint muffled noise can be heard. Logan makes his way to the pile of clothes and listens intently. He picks up the piles one by one and feels like he's getting closer when the sound disappears. Picking up the last pile he finds the source of the noise.

"Hey, James? Are you missing a phone?"

James tilts his head questioningly and then checks his pockets. "Hmmm… yeah. Toss it over!"

Logan rolls his eyes and sighs before shifting the pile of clothes to one hand to allow him to pick up the phone. As he's reaching for the phone, it goes off again, this time a text message. The screen lights up and Logan sees that it's from Kendall: 'It's happening.'

Logan picks up the phone, replaces the pile of clothes on the couch, and takes a seat on the coffee table across from James. He hands James the phone and waits for him to check it.

"Oh! I guess I missed Kendall's call." He checks the text message and his eyes light up.

"A-ha!"

"'A-ha' what?"

"I knew it! You have feelings for Kendall!"

James hesitates, trying to figure out how he's going to explain his way out of this one. Unfortunately for him, Logan knows him well enough to not believe anything he says in rebuttal due to this type of hesitation.

"Yeah, he's my friend. Just like you're my friend… and Carlos."

"Hey! If that's the case then I'm gonna have to fight you," Logan half jokes.

"What are you talking about?" James asks, genuinely confused.

Logan points to the phone. "Both the phone call and text message are from Kendall and there is this glow about you!"

"It's not what you think!" James tries in vain to convince Logan, probably because there is some truth to what he's saying.

"Uh-huh? They what does he mean by, 'It's happening'?"

All the blood drains from James' face. "Oh, so you read other people's messages now?"

"Not my fault phones light up and preview messages and that he happened to text when I was picking it up to give to you."

"FINE!" James concedes and silently curses technology. He sits back into the couch, musing over an explanation because Logan's not going to let this one go.

"Sooo…?" Logan pushes.

James explains it the only way he can think of at the moment, "Alright, you caught me. I asked Kendall out."

"YOU DID WHAT?" Logan asks all giddy and excited. "Ok, explain yourself…"

James hangs his head. Kendall's going to kill him when he finds out, but he can't exactly tell Logan that Carlos is going to propose now can he? So he makes up this elaborate story, which Logan seems to buy. Seeing how happy Logan is to see him 'faking' happy, he decides that maybe he should try to make this ruse a reality.