BTRLoganLover77: Wow, thank you so much! And thank you for reading! I really appreciate reviews :)

thesandbar: That was *tears up* BEAUTIFUL! That rant there...pure poetry. Simply beautiful XD MAJOR KENDRA FEELS IN THAT LAST CHAPTER :) Yo. You are not bipolar. You have a rare disease called IMFUCKINGAWESOMEITIS. Yeah. That's like, a confirmed disease and shit, too. Totally.

BTR-maslow-luv97: Aw yeah, that's my secret. It's the K. It just... yeah it works wonders ;) Colin was a total prick ass jerk and... Every word in the book. Honestly. So uh, can I have a Kendall to crawl into bed with when I have a nightmare? Please? XD Thanks for your review, love!

Psyche Griffin: THESE TWO ARE ADORBS :) YEAH AND FUCK COLIN. Or not. No, no one should fuck Colin. Let him be alone forever XD Ey, I see that lapdance coming back. Ok. Ok. ;) I don't plan on ending it anytime soon, don't worry! Especially after what I just threw in here... O.o Hmm...

Kaleigh: That chapter was full of aww moments with Kendall and Kara :) Thanks for the review!

RandomWriter23: YO, WHY A PANDA? PANDA'S ARE CUTE. AND A DECAPITATED ONE? XD LOLOLOL. Kendra is getting stronger! Was getting stronger...well uh...READ.

Hey morning. Fuck you.

I groaned as I rolled over, cracking my back. I ended up face down on Kendall's pillow which smelled like him.

Yum.

Speaking of Mr. Yummy...where is he?

I got out of Kendall's bed- reluctantly, may I add- and went down the hallway to the bathroom to freshen up before shuffling into the kitchen.

"Morning," I mumbled.

"Hey," Kendall started. "Feeling bet-"

"Kara, I'm so glad you're ok." James wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. A very tight hug. Like, too tight.

"Choking. Not breathing. James. JAMES!" I yelled.

He loosened his grip a bit and smiled. "Sorry. I just got really worried when Kendall told me."

"Well thank you, James." I gave him another hug and frantically tried to get Kendall's attention. Colin? I mouthed.

FUCK NO.

Thank you God, for letting me live with this smart man.

Oh shit I'm still holding James.

I pulled back from him and smiled. "It means a lot that you guys care."

"See? I told you I can be-"

I stuck my hand up. "Save it. I'm not going on a date with you."

"Fuck."

I leaned back against the counter and laughed. "So does anybody want a coffee?"

"Hey Ken?"

"Hmm?"

"What should we do tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean-" I paused to add a second coat of nail polish to my big toe, "-is it just us hanging out or do you have plans or what?"

"Well I'm free and- no, hold up." Kendall pulled his phone out of his pocket and smiled. "We're both going to a party tonight."

"Uh no, I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No, Kendall, I'm not."

"I already told Logan you're going. Oops."

"Ugh, are you serious?"

"I never kid about my parties."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Fine. I'll go."

"YE-"

"As long as it's not a sorority party," I finished.

"It's...well it's a frat party. But don't worry, no one's gonna touch you. I'll be there the whole time. And James. Ooh, this should be fun!"

"Fun for you, fucker!"

"Aw c'mon, Kara-bear!"

"WE DISCUSSED THIS, KENNYBOO!"

"I HATE THAT NAME!"

"WELL I'M NOT A CARE BEAR!"

"RIGHT. YOU'RE MY KARA-BEAR."

"KEN-"

Wait. Back the fuck up. My Kara-Bear? Ok. I'll work with that.

"Dall," he laughed.

"What?" What did I miss while I was doing a mental happy dance?

"You said Ken. I said Dall."

"Ha. You're hilarious."

"Thank you, I know. Now go get ready!" Kendall put his hands on my back and started pushing me towards my room.

"But- my nails- and bottle on table- and DAMMIT KENDALL STOP BEING SO STRONG!"

"Hey hottie, how you doin'?"

I. Hate. Frat. Boys. With. A. Fucking. Burning. Passion.

"How did you convince me to come to this?" I hissed and smacked Kendall's arm.

"One: Didn't hurt," he smirked. "And two: I didn't convince you...I just informed you that you were going."

"Idiot," I muttered.

"Lovable idiot," he corrected.

"Still an idiot."

"Ugh, whatever. Are you going to be all pissed off the whole night?"

"Probably," I answered him simply. "I'm pretty sure I warned you about this, though."

"Not enough," he mumbled.

"Then Mr. Schmidt, please help me enjoy this fucking frat party you forced me to come to."

"Gladly." Kendall reached for my hand, but it felt different.

Huh, maybe he's been playing guitar more often. Um...he wasn't wearing a leather jacket earlier and- "JAMES, WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM?"

"Well you see, Kara, my parents had unprotected-"

"Thank you, not what I meant," I giggled as I slapped a hand over his mouth. He pointed at my hand and made a face at me. "Are you going to make a sexual joke?"

James shook his head and I moved my hand. "I can help you out."

"Um...meaning?"

"I'm just saying, I know a lot of the guys here. They won't hit on you if you're with me."

"Let me get this straight. You want me to pretend to date you to help me. Not you, but me."

"Yeah," he shrugged.

"How about this? I'll hang out with you but we aren't dating."

"I'll take it."

"Good, cause that's all that I was offering. Did you see where Kendall went?"

"Don't worry about it. Just have a good time."

"Yeah but-"

"Kara. Relax."

I took a deep breath and let it out. "Ok. Let's mingle."

"There's the party girl," James winked and I smiled at him.

"She's alive in there somewhere."

Hopefully hidden away so no one sees what I'm like when I'm drunk.

Please God. Thanks in advance.

Two hours into the party, and I'm still going strong.

It's weird to say it, but it's really all thanks to James.

Like an hour ago, one of the frat boys slipped me straight up Vodka, which James switched with water when no one was looking.

He's actually like a really great brother to me. He hasn't quite figured that out yet, though. Even through my not so subtle hints like NO I WILL NOT DATE YOU.

But y'know.

James pulled me out on the floor to dance and I was actually having a lot of fun.

That is, until someone grabbed my ass.

"Hey fucker, she's not looking for- KENDALL?"

"Sup James? Kitten?" he smirked at me.

"What's wrong with you?" I demanded.

"Nothing, nothing."

"Then why the fuck are you feeling Kara up?" James growled.

"I'm just having a little fun, man," Kendall grinned.

"He's drunk," I sighed. "I'll get him home."

"A-are you sure? I can come with."

"No, you stay and enjoy the party. I've got this ass. And thanks for everything tonight." I gave James a hug and kissed his cheek before leading Kendall out of the party.

Mother FUCKER he's heavy. "C'mon Kendall," I whined. "We're almost back to our dorm. See? 114...113...112. Here we are."

I unlocked the door and pulled him in, leaning against it to close it. I let out a deep breath and tried to push Kendall to his room. "Ken, you need to cool off. You've had a lot to drink."

"Well yeah. The guy I played beer pong against was damn good."

I rolled my eyes and helped him sit on his bed. "I'm leaving sweatpants and a shirt for you...do you think you're ok to change?"

"Or I could just take my clothes off and not put any back on."

"Kendall," I groaned. "Please, just work with me."

"No, baby, you work with me."

Kendall pushed me against the wall and started sloppily kissing my neck. "Kendall," I growled. "Stop it. I know you're drunk, but stop it."

His hands went to the hem of my shirt and I slapped them away. What the fuck is he doing? "C'mon, baby," he laughed, reaching for my shirt again.

"Kendall, please," I whined.

Don't think about Colin.

Fuck. I thought about Colin.

I had no control anymore. I couldn't even stop him. I felt like my mind was blank and I was seventeen years old again.

I can't...stop him...

Suddenly, the weight of Kendall's body was off mine and I looked up to meet James' eyes. "Kara? Are you ok?"

"C-Colin," I whispered. "Kendall. Col-"

"KARA!" I heard James shout but everything was a blur. "Fuck, Kendall, what the fuck have you done?"

A/N: No one murder me! I PROMISE there is a reason for this and an explanation! Kendall's still a sweetheart just...yeah. Keep reading, ok? Yeah thanks. No angry mobs at my house tonight, guys ;) I'd appreciate that.