Disclaimer: I'd like to point out that I do not and I never will own Big Time Rush, Kendall Schmidt, Logan Henderson, Carlos Pena, Jr., and James Maslow.

Author's Note: You want to know what I realized? That I really don't think that Logan has been with the group as long as a lot of the fanfiction says he has. You want to know how I realized that?

Very first episode, Big Tim Audition. When the guys are watching the Pussy Cat Dolls' video "When I Grow Up" James mentions he's going to marry her (Nicole Scherzinger) one day. Logan is disbelieving and asks how, but Kendall and Carlos try to stop him. When James answers (in his totally spastic way) Logan looks completely freaked out (and Kendall and Carlos look exasperated haha)

If they were friends as long as everyone thinks they've been friends wouldn't Logan know the same thing Kendall and Carlos know? And know not to ask James that?

So I'm thinking 7th or 8th grade (even though that's not what I have here), because Logan made a comment about James getting his hair burnt off by Jenny Tinkler while he was quiet for the beginning of James' rant. Ya get what I mean?

Sometimes A Hug Isn't Enough

Chapter 1

Mikkal

Summary: Logan's got a secret he's never, ever going to tell. Can the guys get him to open up before it's too late? Pre-Series and Series, no slash. Not completely the usual "Logan's got a secret" story.

"Kendall! Get down here! We have to greet the new neighbors!"

He sighed, shut off his computer and heaved himself dramatically from his desk chair. Kendall grabbed his cell phone so he could text his friends when he got bored, he had a real good bet he was going to get bored. Every "greet your neighbor" thing was boring, it was in the guidebook!

His mother was dressed up in causal-fancy clothes and was scowling at him and Katie as they were in their jeans and long-sleeved shirts.

"You guys could at least try," she said.

Katie shrugged. "Sorry mom, can't say we're excited about meeting the neighbors. Why do we even have to go in the first place?" She crossed her arms with a little, ten year old huff.

His mom smiled sweetly. "Because It's polite and I think I saw a boy your age, Kendall, helping them move in."

That sparked his interest a little. Maybe a new friend? Did he play hockey? That would be awesome. Kendall found a extra spring in his step as they walked across the street and noticed one beat up car in the drive way.

His mom knocked three times and straightened her dress one last time while making sure the small cake she baked wasn't about to plop onto the ground. The door opened to reveal a rather short teenage boy with short, raven colored hair, pale skin, and chocolate brown eyes that reminded Kendall of a puppy. He was wearing a light blue long-sleeve shirt and ripped jeans.

"Can I help you?" He asked politely.

His mom shot them a "I told you so" look about the politeness before smiling brightly at him. "Hi! I'm Jennifer Knight and this is my son Kendall and my daughter Katie, we live across the street and thought we'd welcome you to the neighborhood." She held out her cake proudly

He blushed. "I'm Logan...Mitchell." He seemed to hesitate at his last name for some reason. He took the cake and smiled slightly at her. "Thank you for the cake."

"Are your parents home?" She asked, curious.

Kendall raised an eyebrow (they are not that bushy) when Logan did the impossible and paled a couple shades lighter than his already pale skin tone. Did...Did he looked scared?

"They're...actually not here... right now," he said. "Uh, maybe... later?

She nodded. "Sounds like a plan. It was nice meeting you." She turned away and started walking with Katie close behind.

Kendall stayed though, making Logan fidget uncomfortably. "Logan, you starting school on Monday?"

He nodded, even though it looked like all he wanted to do was go back into the house."Yeah."

"Then I'll see you in class." Kendall smiled kindly and walked away, leaving Logan to stare at his back in disbelief at the simple acceptance.

All Saturday Kendall was stuck at home, alone because Carlos' little sister was sick and he had to help and because James had a family thing with his dad. So he sat at his computer all day, a little bit of Facebook and searching YouTube. Sometimes he would lean against his arm and stare out the window, having the best view of his new neighbor's house.

That one car was still there, and that worried and confused him. Where were Logan's parents? They weren't working on the first day in a new house, were they? It didn't seem right.

He sighed. Maybe Logan wanted to hang out? Get a friend before he was forced to go to a totally new school?

Kendall shut his computer and grabbed his coat and keys before hopping down the stairs two at a time. He called out a goodbye and where he was going to his mom and headed across the street.

His knocks were answered by a tired looking Logan. "K-Kendall? H-How can I help you?" He still was as polite as he was when he greeted his mom.

He smiled. "I figured we'd hang out, if that's okay with you?"

Logan glanced back into his house before looking at Kendall again. "I'm, um, still unpacking really."

Okay, time to show some of his weirdness. "Can I help?"

"Can...can you help?" Logan repeated, taken aback. "You...wanna help me unpack?"

He nodded. "I actually like unpacking, I find things I didn't even know I had. Packing does that too."

Logan still looked nervous but he opened the door even more and led the way inside. Kendall smiled at the pictures already put up on the wall, there were seascapes and night pictures. Mysterious, very appropriate. This new neighbor was very mysterious.

"So," Kendall started, trying to make conversation. "Your parents at work?"

"Parent," Logan corrected and glanced at his watch. Before Kendall could apologize for his mistake he answered, "Yeah, he should be. I'm unpacking the kitchen, okay?"

Logan was rather quick to change the subject.

"Sounds good to me."

They spent two hours unpacking, but only half of one of those hours was spent in the kitchen. The rest was spent with Logan's room and family room stuff and garage stuff. Kendall was a little surprised of how much he had, it actually wasn't a lot. All of it seemed to be teenager things, none looked like it belonged to a parent.

Kendall was also surprised by how much they had in common, he was hoping they would but hoping was different from knowing. They were both fans of hockey, both had the tendency to sing when working on something (they both even claim that it's not really singing), and both hated History. And Logan was looking forward to meeting Carlos and James...at least it seemed like he was looking forward to it.

"So, thanks for helping me unpack," Logan said awkwardly, leaning against the door frame. "It would've taken me a lot longer if you didn't show up."

Kendall wouldn't dare mention the guy's parent, wouldn't he help? (dad, if earlier conversations meant anything) and just nodded. "No problem, glad I could help. See you in school?"

"...Yeah, see you in school."