A/N: Sorry, this took so long and is so short! I've had a major case of the lazies mixed with a big of writer's block. Not to mention the fact that I've been working and in school! But the next chapter should be up soon and will be the last of this three-shot! Also, hopefully much longer! Thanks for putting up with me!

Disclaimer: Still don't own Big Time Rush. Nope.

I awoke with a horrible pounding in my head. I headed to the kitchen only to see a shirtless Kendall sitting at the counter, sipping at some coffee.

"Good morning, sleepy head." He said with a smile on his face

"W-what are you doing here?" I stuttered.

"You passed out last night and I knew your dad was out for the weekend so I brought you here and stayed to make sure you were alright. You were pretty trashed."

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt? Did we, um…" I felt a blush creep onto my face and was sure I was bright red, "well, you know, last night?"

"Noooo!" he chuckled, "you kind of barfed on me last night and I didn't know where your washer and dryer were so I just tossed it out."

"Oh my God! Did I really? I am so sorry, Kendall!"

"It's alright." Suddenly he had a very serious look on his face and seemed as though he wanted to ask something but decided not to with the way his mouth kept opening and closing with no words coming out.

"What is it?" I demanded, slightly annoyed.

"When did you fall in love with her?" He whispered, looking intently at his coffee.

"With who? What are you talking about?" My cheeks started burning and I could practically feel my face turning red.

"You know who I'm talking about. Camille. I honestly can't believe I didn't notice it before. Or maybe I did and just didn't want to acknowledge it."

An awkward, sad silence crept over us. My head was still pounding and it hurt to keep it up but that wasn't the reason I wasn't looking at him. My eyes were stinging with tears and I didn't want him to see me this way. I didn't want to come out this way. Not to Kendall of all people.

"I don't know," I whispered "it just sort of happened. She has this way of drawing you to her. Making you feel special, important, and loved."

"And I didn't make you feel that way?" I could hear a hint of anger in his voice, but most of all he just sounded hurt.

"No, you did. I loved you, too. Honest. But not the way you wanted me to love you. I thought I could. You were cute and sweet and I hoped you'd be able to help set me well," I chuckled "straight. But that was ridiculous. I'm just… not. Straight, that is." I cringed, stealing a look at his face, preparing to find disgust in his eyes. But I didn't. Only hurt and confusion clouded his eyes.

"Why weren't you just honest with me, Jo?"

"I wasn't honest with myself, Kendall. It has nothing to do with you. You're perfect. Any girl would be lucky to have you." I timidly placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a little smile.

"Thanks." He surprisingly smiled back for a second before his mouth turned back into a frown. "What are you going to do about Camille? I know it's none of my business, but you said some pretty harsh stuff last night to her."

"I don't know." I sighed. "Camille is out. I'm not. It's not like we were dating but… I think I do love her. And watching her with Carlos' ex? That killed me. I want her to myself. Is that selfish?" I had to blink tears back and this time it was Kendall's turn to place his hands on my shoulders.

"Look at me. No, it's not selfish. I think… maybe Camille just thought you were never going to come out… of the closet. Therefore she tried to find happiness in someone else. It's something I can relate to." I felt a tinge of remorse as he took a deep breath and continued, "I think Camille would be crazy to not be in love with you back. You're a wonderful girl, Jo."

"Thanks, Kendall." I replied, genuinely. "What do you think I should do?"

"Start by going and finding her. Apologize for last night and tell her how you feel."

"What if she rejects me?" I whisper, hoarsely.

"Then like I said, she's crazy. But atleast you won't have these feelings bottled up and you won't regret it later on, always wondering 'what if?'"

"That makes sense… I will. Thank you, Kendall." I said and pulled him into a deep hug before rushing out the door.