Hey! Not so happy with this chapter, but maybe y'all might like it. At least it covers everything I wanted it to. I really hope you guys enjoy it and review!

I'm dedicating this chapter to MadChile1008 because I still love her although I didn't come today... (She's gonna kill me when she sees me next week. I promised her chocolate for today...)

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To Save A Heart

*Kendall Schmidt POV*

I looked up as James entered the room, expecting a huge smile, but instead he looked horrible. His face was stained with tears and his eyes were red and swollen.

'James!' I gasped and ran towards him. 'What happened?'

He turned to look at me, sadness in every curve of his beautiful face, and he grabbed me, pulling me into a hug. He sobbed into my shirt, and I stood there awkwardly, not knowing exactly what to do, so I went by instinct.

I led him over to the bed and sat him down on it, rubbing his back. 'What's wrong, Jamie?' I whispered into his ear.

He wiped his tears and told me everything that had happened, until he hesitated at one part, looking guilty and ready to cry again.

'...A-and I told him that I'm not gay and that I couldn't be seen with someone like him and,' James sniffed, his voice dropping a few octaves, 'I threatened him with Ranel and he shouted at me and stormed away.'

I frowned. 'You deserved that. Why did you do that?'

'I know. But when I was about to kiss him, I remembered Carlos-'

'Carlos is an asshole.' I stated simply.

James didn't react, just said, 'I'm not ready to lose him.'

I sighed and kissed James on his head. 'Take a rest. I'm sure when you get up you'll know what to do.'

He smile sadly at me and go up, stripping down to his boxers and jumping on his bed.

I sat on my bed, mentally strangling Carlos. If Carlos hadn't said those things to James, that wouldn't have happened between him and James. Yet Carlos was gay. What a hypocrite.

I lay down, making a mental decision to find that blondie Kendall and talk to him. Maybe I might make him see that James was in much pain as him. Just maybe.

*No One's PoV*

Kendall finally arrived home. He'd taken a taxi, and the driver had asked him why he was crying, and he'd said that he'd finally realized what horrible people there were in the world, then when he got out, a girl came running up to him asking him if he was Kendall Schmidt.

It was rather weird, he thought, but he'd never really paid attention to Kendall Schmidt, it was only James. He went up to his room, thankful that everyone else was sleeping. He briefly wondered why his mother never called him, but he realized that she probably thought he needed some time to himself. He stared at himself in the mirror in his bedroom and was shocked to see that he did have the same facial structure as Kendall Schmidt, from what he remembered.

But he shrugged it off. If it were more obvious, people would've bothered him. Then again, he never really left his house, when he did, he went to Phillip's or David's or Roberto's, and at school he never really talked to anyone.

Though those thoughts were stupid and pointless, he was glad for them, because they kept away any thoughts of James and his stupid sexy eyes.

Look, Kendall. I'm sorry. I'm not gay and I can't be seen with someone like you. And if anyone finds out about what almost but didn't happen, remember I have a bodyguard twice your size.

Rage filled Kendall again; he was just so fucking stupid to think he'd ever be able to kiss James Maslow, the dick who only cared about himself. He punched the mirror, his reflection cracking into little pieces, mirroring the state of his heart. The pieces fell around his feet and Kendall winced as pain shot up his arm. It definitely wasn't his best day ever. He looked at his knuckles and groaned when he saw his middle finger's knuckle split open.

Ugh. He ignored it and rubbed it on his jeans, effectively staining it, but he didn't care.

He climbed onto his bed, with all his clothes on, leaving the shards of glass on the ground. He pushed all thoughts of James out of his head.

Maybe I'll wake up and this was all a dream.

...

-Next morning!-

Kendall awoke with a start, and as soon as he moved, pain shot down his hand. He grimaced as all the events of the night before came rushing back to him.

A few tears fell and he wiped them away harshly. He looked down at his hand and saw the blood-encrusted cuts that he'd gotten; one from the wine glass, the other when he'd punched the mirror.

So it was all real.

He swung his legs over the bed and got up, stretching, because he'd slept badly last night. Who wouldn't, after what had happened? He wiped away the blood and cleaned them, before putting on bandages.

He stepped over all the broken glass on the floor, and dragged himself downstairs. He just wanted to grab some food and go back to his room and cry.

Not that crying helped his situation. All it did was ease the pain.

When he went in the kitchen, his mother and Katie were there.

'Hey,' he said, forcing a smile onto his face. 'Katie, how long haven't I seen you?'

Katie rolled her eyes at him. 'You've been stuck up in your room every single day of your life on the computer or talking on the phone. Of course you don't see me.'

Kendall frowned, then looked at his mother, who shrugged. 'The girl has a point.'

He groaned and grabbed a slice of bread and a glass of juice, and went to the living room. Sure, he wanted to go back to his bedroom, but what Katie just said made him feel bad. So he sat on the couch and turned on the TV.

The celebrity news was on. Kendall munched his bread as he read the headlines.

This really helps to take my mind of James.

Then a certain headline flashed across the screen, under 'Breaking News'.

When Kendall read it, he choked on his bread. As the news reporter elaborated on the story, he turned pale.

This can't be happening.

*James PoV*

I groaned as someone gently shook me awake. Cringing at the bright light, I blinked multiple times as the face above me became clearer. 'Kendall, leave me alone,' I groaned.

The name 'Kendall' went straight through my heart like a dagger, but I pushed it away. Who knew, it may have been a dream. After all, I didn't have proof that last night was real. As if my broken heart wasn't enough proof. But I ignored the feelings prodding at my heart and got up forcibly. 'What do you want?' Those words came out a little harsher than I meant them to, but Kendall didn't notice.

He was frowning, and his forehead was scrunched up. 'James, you need to see this.'

He walked out the room, obviously expecting me to follow him. I got up and padded after him, wondering what could have got him so upset. When I reached the living room, I saw my three best friends sitting on the couch, and the TV was on. Kendall and Logan were both frowning, but Carlos' expression was unreadable.

'Hey guys,' I said cheerfully. 'What's with all the moody faces? It's time to be happy!' Yeah, now I was definitely forcing myself.

'Watch,' Logan commanded, pointing to the TV and turning up the volume.

It was an advertisement, and I looked at him, confused, but he gestured for me to wait. So I leaned against the wall, waiting patiently for whatever they wanted me to see that was so important. As I waited, that 'dream' came back to me. Was it really a dream? It was so vivid, but for so much reasons I wanted it to be a dream.

To think that I would ever do such a thing to a boy, to break him, and myself, was torture. So why was it feeling so real?

I rubbed my eyes, sighing, and looked at the television, and my eyes popped out when I read the headlines of the news that was currently showing.

IS BTR'S JAMES MASLOW A HEARTBREAKER? OR MORE IMPORTANTLY, IS HE GAY?

A sinking feeling of dread filled my chest as the news reporter's face filled the screen, saying

Is James Maslow a heartbreaker? Or the question that is on everyone's minds: Is he gay? This member of teen pop sensation Big Time Rush has been raising questions after one of our reporters captured a video of him and an unknown male companion in a small squabble late Monday night at the well-known Lakeside Restaurant. Reports say that this unknown man's name is Kendall, but this has not been confirmed. We apologize for the low quality of the clip being shown now, since it was filmed with a camera in the dark of night.

I squeezed my eyes shut. It was all real. As Kendall's voice filtered over the screen, I didn't need to listen to it. I remembered every single word.

Someone like me?

I flinched when I heard Kendall's voice, and I remembered his eyes, those eyes which had looked so broken and hurt.

What the **** do you mean by that? And don't threaten me you dumb*** ****. I don't ****ing care if you have a bodyguard the size of Jupiter. No one and I mean no one ever ****ing...

Static crackled, cutting off the rest of the sentence, but even with the blurred-out expletives and the grainy image on the screen I remembered every single detail. Yet I was relieved that those bitches didn't get the entire sentence, or Kendall would be so cramped up with paparazzi. My heart clenched as Kendall voice never went away. It stayed, mocking me for being such an idiot.

I looked up to you James. You were my ****ing role model. But apparently the only thing you could do is **** with someone's feelings. Was this all a joke? Take the fan out and have a little fun with them? Why did you even to offer to take me out? Because you felt sorry for me? Well, I'm sorry, but you can ****ing keep your sympathy.

I collapsed. I couldn't help it. I didn't faint, just collapsed. I felt someone crouch next to me.

'Oh Jamie. I'm so sorry.' Kendall's voice.

Kendall.

Fury rose in me like a white hot flame. I lashed out at him. 'It's your entire fucking fault,' I hissed, 'all your fault. You told me to take him out, and I did. See what happened, genius?'

Hurt flashed over Kendall's face, and I immediately felt bad. First I hurt Kendall, now I hurt... Kendall? Damn, this was confusing. But still, self-loathing filled me. I was such a horrible person. How could I do this? Was the news right? That I'm a heartbreaker?

I just wanted to get away. And what hurt the most was that Kendall moved away from me after I yelled at him. And I needed him. I needed him to comfort me so bad. I got up from the ground, unable to reach anyone's eyes. I opened my mouth to apologize to Kendall, but then those little voices came.

Do you really think he'll accept it? And Carlos. He probably detests you. And Logan. And Kendall Knight. See what you did? You pathetic fool of an asshole. You deserve shit. You deserve to die.

No. I pushed away those whiny little voices. No suicidal thoughts. But there was some truth to that. All I could do was hurt people. Hurt my best friends, hurt people who cared about me the most.

So I couldn't help it. I bolted.

...

*Kendall Schmidt PoV*

I started when James ran out the room. It hurt when he yelled at me, but right now, we needed to fix this. And we needed to fix it now.

'Carlos.' The boy jumped as I said his name, as if he were in dreamland. 'Go after James.' I know it may not have been the best idea, especially after the conversation I'd heard between him and Logan. But maybe he'll soothe James' poor heart. 'Wait,' I called after him, and he paused. 'Find out the dude's name- his last name and text me it as soon as possible.' He nodded and disappeared out the door.

'Logan,' I said, pointing at the boy. 'Call Sarah and tell her I'm taking care of everything.'

'What if she doesn't believe me?'

'Make her believe you. Convince her that we've got everything under control, make up a few lies, whatever.'

'And what are you gonna do?'

'Me?' I smiled. 'I'm going to save a heart.'

...

*James PoV*

I sank onto one of the lounge chairs. It was late morning, but not many people were here. Even if, the few people that were here were giving me disapproving nods and disappointed glares.

'James!' I heard Carlos breathless voice yell.

I looked up as he came running up to me. 'What.' I snapped at him, and then with a sudden pang of sadness, I remembered that was the first thing Kendall(Knight) ever said to me.

Tears threatened to fall but I refused to cry, especially in public.

'Hey buddy. I need his name. Well, Kendall needs his name. Kendall needs Kendall's last name. Ugh,' he groaned. 'Next time get a dude with a cool name like Sylvester or Rocky.'

I smiled slightly. 'I hate those names.' I bit my lip.

No one and I mean no one ever fucking threatens Kendall Knight.

'His name, James,' Carlos said urgently.

'Kendall. Kendall Knight.'

...

*Kendall Schmidt PoV*

My phone beeped. Wow. Carlos worked fast. I just hoped that James didn't do anything he'd regret. I wasn't worrying about Carlos. Carlos does a lot of things he regretted.

The text message just had two words.

Kendall Knight.

Kendall Knight. I pulled out my iPad and opened that directory app I'd downloaded a few minutes ago.

I typed in the name, and an address came up. It wasn't far from where I was. I jumped in the car and sped off.

A few minutes later I pulled up in front of a pretty house. It was a white Victorian house with a lot of shrubbery. I got out the car, and looking at the name again, I went on the porch and knocked on the door.

Kendall Knight. Kendall Knight. Kendall Knight.

I repeated his name to myself over and over so that I wouldn't make a stupid mistake when the door opened.

As if on cue, the door swung open, and a blond boy stood there, looking like all his energy was drained from him.

'Yes?'

'Kendall Knight?' I asked.

'Wait. You're Kendall Schmidt?'

I nodded.

His eyes widened. 'Tell James that he can fuck himself.' He started to close the door but I stuck out my foot and wedged it between the door and the frame.

I pushed it open forcibly and looked him in the eyes. 'Listen blondie. I'm not here for James, okay?'

Then I took a good look at his face. 'Holy shit.'

'What?' he said, raising an eyebrow.

'You look a lot like me. Well not the same, but you look really similar.'

He shrugged. 'Whatever. So what are you here for?'

'I need to talk to you about what happened yesterday night.'

'I thought you said you weren't here for James.'

I sighed. 'I'm not here for some jackass who's trying to ruin both his and your lives, okay? I need to talk to you about what was showed on TV this morning, unless you didn't see it which I highly doubt. Or I can leave right now and tell the news reporter your full name and you'll have paparazzi on your doorstep whole day and whole night without being able to bathe unless you want your nudes in the papers. If you eat, they'll have the recipe for that meal in the papers. You're not gonna be able to take one step out of the house without having a microphone shoved down your throat. You wouldn't want that, now would you?'

He laughed, and it was a soft melodic sound in the silence surrounding us. 'You and James like to threaten people. And you have a temper. I like that. Come in.'

I smiled with him. This guy really wasn't that bad after all. Just then, his mother came in. 'Kendall,' she called, and we both looked up involuntarily. 'Who was that at th-'

Her voice faltered when she saw me, and I looked her in the eyes. She was shocked? It was almost as if she hadn't seen me in a long time and she was shocked to see me after all this time.

A shaking hand covered her mouth and she paled, saying the most unexpected thing. 'Holy shit.'

The girl sipped her coffee and smiled at her TV. The news reporter made the story so much more exciting than it seemed.

And now she couldn't wait to hear the excuses and cover-ups.

It made her job all the more fun.

So. How was it? If anyone can guess the reason for Mrs. Knight's reaction, I'll give you a penguin!

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