I am going to make this Author's Note short and sweet, mostly because I wrote a brilliantly long one only to have internet short out while trying to save it . . . needless to say, it was gone forever. ( le sigh )

So yes, I am planning on this becoming a multi-chaptered fic. If people like it, anyways.

I'm not sure what sparked my sudden re-interest in Big Time Rush, but I am overly obsessed again, so make sure you guys watch out for all the smut and slash to come :')

Title: Got it bad

Summary: Kendall Knight was used to moving, his Dad being transferred to different locations all the time because of his job. What he was NOT used to, however, was meeting a boy that could turn his world upside down - Eventual Kenlos.

Pairing: Eventual Kenlos.

Kendall was used to moving around. Once, his family had just settled in Nevada only to have his Father transferred to Colorado, the rest of the Knight family following suit. It seemed like every few months he was being forced into another move. It wasn't his fault his dad was high up in the marines; and because he was so good at what he did, they needed him to be in different places at different times. He was even okay with moving. Well, that was before he finally landed a girlfriend back in his latest city, Los Angeles.

"I'm sorry, Jo, you know I am." He rests his hand on her cheek, but she just swats it away and continues crying.

"Don't you want to try? The long distance relationship, I mean. Every few months or on holidays we will visit each other. It'll work, Kendall!"

Kendall shook his head, mind set on resetting his life in — well, he wasn't really sure yet. He knew it was going to be nice though. The only thing his Mom had said about the place was that it had the nicest, whitest winters in the world, and he wasn't sure tat sure was being entirely serious.

After living in the coldest part of Maine for a good portion of his seventh grade year, Kendall thought he was done with snow, maybe even indefinitely. But after residing in the warm, snow-free L.A, he had to admit he was missing the cold.

Kendall tries to give Jo a hug or kiss, but she fights off both. Kendall hated that she was upset, but he had tried to date long distance with the last girl he dated in the last state and, to put things bluntly, it was the worst two months of his life. You had to be constantly texting and calling the other; because if you aren't talking to them, you must be cheating.

Yeah, he didn't get it much either.

The airport was full and he was forced to shuffle along like zombies. He turned to his Mom, who was helping retrieve his younger sister's bag.

"That's mine!" Katie calls, grabbing it and turning to her Mother. "Mom, where are we going?"

"A surprise!" She says frantically, her thin hips wiggling as she struggles to pass the moving people.

"We're going to find out eventually, you know." Kendall chimes in, making his Mom sigh. "Do you really want to know?" Brother and sister grin and nod in unison.

"Minnesota!"

Just as they had grinned simultaneously the perfect smiles dropped at the same time.

"I was expecting something a little more exciting than that . . ." Kendall confesses as they find the terminal, ready to board the plane.

"Well, it wasn't our idea. Minnesota is . . . nice and quiet, though. And lucky for you guys, I have picked the smallest town with a grand population of four hundred!"

"Only four hundred people? In the entire town?" Katie gasps.

"Oh yes!" She grins excitedly at her daughter, who raises an eyebrow.

"Why is that a good thing, exactly?"

"Uh, yeah, can you please elaborate for us?" Kendall can feel anger prickling up his neck, making him feel hot.

"No trouble you guys can get into, mostly. Easy parking and the best schools had openings!" She flips her hair, as if the reasons were obvious.

Katie and Kendall give each other a look before boarding the plane. If he had known he was going to Minnesota, of all places, he might have actually kept his relationship with Jo. He curses under his breath, damning his luck — or lack of it, really — before settling down in the chair, sleep quickly overpowering the tall blonde.

He hadn't slept a wink in twenty four hours just to be able to do that. Board the plane, fall asleep, and wake up when it's over.

Katie shakes him awake, telling him they were landing in as little as five minutes.

"Welcome to Minnesota!" Mrs. Knight squeals. From the way she was so excited, neither child bothered to tell her that Minnesota was not their idea of fun.

All Kendall knew about this place was that they made a lot of cheese. No, no, that wasn't right. It was Wisconsin that made all of the cheese, not Minnesota.

Well then, Kendall thinks as he grabs his bags, what exactly was so special about this place?

As soon as he stepped off the plane he wanted to go back. It was cold and nippy and my lord, it looked deserted!

"Look, snow!" His Mom giggles, as if she has never seen it before.

Kendall lags behind, feet numbing despite the sock and shoe covering them. Katie's nose had turned a rosy pink from the cold, as had her cheeks. Her hair flopped in the bitter wind, and by the time they made their way to the rental car, Kendall was prepared to take out his Ruby red slippers and go home. Only, this is his home now.

The thought hits him like a brick in the face, and he winces even though nothing has hit him, and the only pain he feels is in his mind.

They shuffle into the large car, Katie begging for heat. Once the car has started and the heat is on, Katie's pleas quiet, while Kendall's heart feels a little worse. They drive around the town, Mama Knight showing them where their schools would be, along with the mall and grocery store. Kendall's school is obviously more than a few years old, faded gray and red bricks making him roll his emerald colored eyes.

"This school has gotten a lot of good reviews!" His Mother promises, her eager smile twitching when it meets his not-so-eager frown. "This will be good for us. I promise." She pats his knee before going over to stroke his hair, and after much mental debate, he allows it.

"Here is the wonderful home, my lovely children!" She says, turning off the car, opening the door and letting the mean cold bite at Kendall.

"Just unlock the door, I want to go inside!" She rolls her eyes at Kendall's request, but obeys.

His Dad had been here a few weeks prior to move things into the house, maybe unpack a few boxes. Kendall's car sat in the garage, keys on the kitchen counter. The house was nice, but it had a lot of work to do before Kendall could consider it a 'home'. The blonde makes his way up the annoyingly long wooden staircase, grinning at the post-it notes on the doors, left by his Dad, telling them whose room is whose. He picks off the post-it note with his name on it, turning the golden doorknob slowly. His bed was already put down, most of the room easily set up. He mentally thanked his father before throwing down his bag and unzipping it, throwing the clothes in their respected drawers. He hadn't really needed to bring much, since all his other items were transported via moving truck nearly a week prior. They had been reduced to sitting in their Los Angeles home on the flooring, since the rooms were bare. Katie wandered into Kendall's room, examining it carefully.

The first thing she noticed was the doorknob. "How come you have a lock on your door? No fair, I don't have a lock on my door!"

Kendall sighed, grinning at his younger sister. He would have to remember to call his Dad and thank him later.

XXX

School days begin rather difficulty at the Knight household. Kendall is used to it now, so — his Mother is extremely happy about this — he usually gets up without much protest. But Katie, on the other hand, is a whole different cup of tea. She will do just about anything in her power to not get up for school, even if that meant lying.

"I feel horrible!" Katie moans into her pillow when Kendall tries to wake her up.

"Fine, stay in bed. I have to leave for school, so I can't fight with you anymore. Mom is almost done with her shower, though, and she might go to some desperate measures." His voice darkens and Katie shoots up, kissing her brother on the cheek before thanking him.

Kendall goes out to the garage and gets in his much-missed car, driving slow and careful on the icy and unknown roads. He finds the school easily, thanks to his mother's written directions. Living close to the school leaves Kendall exceptionally giddy, despite the unforgiving cold and that it isn't even seven in the morning yet. He makes his way to the cafeteria, getting his breakfast and finding a seat at one of the open tables. No one makes a point to talk to him, but they make it very obvious they are talking about him.

Suddenly uncomfortable, Kendall gets up from the table and throws his lunch away, hurrying to the bathroom. It's empty, despite one tall guy with a comb. He doesn't even seem to notice Kendall, which both interests and confuses the blonde. He is sitting in the bathroom, watching the brunette with the comb when the bell rings, leaving Kendall slightly disappointed. The boy was tall and slender, with long eyelashes and girlish lips. He unfolds his class schedule from his jean pocket, muttering his first period, "English." That was a relatively mutual class for Kendall; he didn't like it, didn't hate it. It was what it was. Upon entering the class, he becomes the main attraction. Hushed whispers fill the room, making the plump older man Kendall assumed was the teacher looks up.

"Ah, hello?" Kendall gives him a half wave, instantly regretting his weird greeting.

"You're the new kid, right?" His voice is rough and intimidating, so Kendall just nods in response.

The man stands up and, quite literally, wobbles to the front of the classroom. He narrows his eyes and scans the tables of four, pointing to an empty seat beside a tiny Spanish boy and a pale brunette with black rimmed glasses.

"Go sit with Carlos and Logan." Carlos, or who Kendall assumed was Carlos, grins widely and waves.

Kendall joins them at the table, waving slightly back to Carlos and nodding at Logan. Once attendance is taken and the assignment given out, Logan dives straight into it, nose deep in the text book. Kendall must have been staring because he is poked by Carlos who whispers, "Logan is weird like that. He always does his work."

"Carlos, how exactly does doing my class work make me weird?" Logan sighs, pushing up his glasses.

Kendall just smiles, his sudden awkwardness confusing and annoying him. He glances back at the Spanish boy, who is now trying to balance his pencil on his nose.

"Carlos, will you stop? You're scaring him!" Logan says, pointing at Kendall.

"Kendall. My name is Kendall," he smiles, and Logan returns it.

"Kendall? I like that name! It sounds nice; Kendall, Kendall, Kendall. Can I call you Kendy?." Carlos says, looking into Kendall's green eyes.

Kendall stared back at his brown ones, finding himself smiling when they finally pulled the gaze away.

"So, Kendall, where did you come from?" Logan makes an attempt at small talk, which Kendall silently appreciates.

"Los Angeles."

Kendall winces slightly from Carlos' sudden jab at his arm. "No way! I want to go there one day, Kendy! Tell me, did you like it?"

"Yeah," Kendall laughs while subtly rubbing his arm, "it was really nice."

"Oh man, you're going to like it hear even more though, trust me! Me and you are friends now!" Carlos grins, white teeth gleaming, and Kendall smiles back.

"You and I," Logan whispers quietly.

"You and I what, Logie?"

"You said 'me and you'. The correct way is saying 'you and I'" Logan watches Carlos, Kendall fighting a laugh when Carlos narrows his eyes.

"Huh?"

"Never mind." Logan turns back to his work without another word.

A few minutes of silence goes by, and Kendall glances over at Logan to find that the smart brunet was looking at him already.

"Ah, sorry." Logan's eyes widen before they dive back into the text book.

"Don't mind him, Kendall. Like I said, Logan is weird." Kendall grins at Carlos' innocent demeanor, admiring the way his doe eyes seemed to go on for miles and miles and . . .

Logan taps his arm, getting his attention. "Don't pay any attention to Carlos. He can be a bit . . . intimidating, I know. If he starts to get annoying, just tell him to knock it off. Whenever he meets someone new he is always crazy." Logan smiles at Kendall, who is glancing over at Carlos, watching as the small boy who is sharpening his pencil at the teacher's desk.

"So he's not usually like that?" Kendall mutters, making Logan sigh.

"Pretty much, he is. That's Carlos for you, though."

"How do you two know each other?"

"How do best friends usually meet?" Logan grins when he looks over at Carlos. "We met all the way back in second grade. And yeah, he was just as childish then. He hasn't changed a bit." The two smile at each other for a little longer before Carlos comes back, grinning at Kendall.

"Hey, Kendall, want to sit with me and Logie at lunch? It'll be fun, c'mon!" Kendall agrees, moving out of the way before he can get poked again.

The rest of the class Carlos asks Kendall meaningless questions. And despite Logan's sneers and eye rolls, Kendall answers every single one. The bell rings and the class shuffles out, leaving Logan to go turn in his work before half-skipping over to Carlos and Kendall. Kendall notices Carlos' tendency to walk right beside him, but tries not to think about it.

They do touch hands once, just once, and that is enough to leave Kendall's beige cheeks pink.

As they all go in different directions for different classes, the blonde notices a brunette staring right at him.

She follows him into his class, even sitting beside him. "Hi," she says with a grin.

Kendall raises an eyebrow, but replies with a halfhearted hello.

"I see you met Logan and Carlos. Good kids." Her lips twitch and Kendall sighs.

"Uh, yep. They're really nice."

The brunette sighs and moves in close and opens her mouth to say something, but instead of speaking she shakes her head slightly and moves away. "I'm Camille, nice to meet you." She extends a hand, Kendall shaking it gingerly.

"Kendall Knight."

The two make small talk, Camille snaking around the topic of Logan and Carlos.

"How do you know them?" Kendall asks eventually.

"Logan and I used to be a couple back during Freshmen year. Just friends now though."

"Is that how you met Carlos?"

"I met Carlos the same day I met Logan. Those two are best friends. Have been since the beginning of time!" The bell rings just as Camille finishes, signaling fourth period, and time for lunch.

"What lunch shift do you have?" Kendall asks.

"Second."

Kendall nods before waving goodbye, going into the lunch room. He makes his way around, deciding that he wasn't hungry enough to spend money for lunch today. He is about to sit at a table when someone shouts his name, his heart becoming warm when he sees Carlos waving him over.

"Hey, Carlos." Kendall says as he sits beside him.

He looks around, but doesn't see Logan. "Logan is with James, they're getting lunch."

"James?" Kendall asks, but is joined by Logan and the tall brunet he recognizes from the bathroom this morning before Carlos can answer.

"Hi James! Meet Kendall. He's from Los Angeles!"

James extends a hand, which Kendall shakes. "California kid, huh? That's neat." James sits back, Logan's hand reaching over to grab a piece of James' lunch.

James narrows his eyes at his friend, and Logan just grins. Kendall sighs quietly and looks around the cafeteria, heart deflating at the way he feels so out of place.

"Hey, Kendall, did you do any sports back in California?" Again, it's Carlos starting the conversation.

"Nah, not really."

"We have a killer hockey team that needs a few more members, if you're interested," James tells him.

"Hockey?" Kendall asks, and James nods. "I'll think about it." Kendall hates himself for being so awkward. He had never made friends so easily before; he wasn't sure how to react.

"We are going to the movies Saturday night, you should come with us. It will be really fun!" Carlos is immediately poked by Logan.

"Jamie and I are going. You aren't doing anything until you finish your science project." Carlos sticks out his tongue, but nods. "Trust me, I'll have it done!"

Logan turns to Kendall and lifts his eyebrows. "You should come, though." Logan tilts his head toward the Latino. "With or without Carlos."

"With me!" Carlos argues, getting a playful jab from James.

Kendall smirks at this, watching Carlos' mouth as he chews, soft lips in a purse . . .

"Uh, yeah, I'd love too." Kendall shakes his head slightly, pushing the thought of Carlos from his mind.

"Yay!" Carlos cheers, earning looks from neighboring tables.

James picks at his food carefully, studying Kendall. "Hey, I think I saw you this morning. In the bathroom, right?"

Kendall laughs. "Yeah, I didn't think you'd notice me though. You were having a pretty intense battle with your hair."

"Hey, I had to make sure my hair looked good for the ladies." Kendall and Carlos laugh, but the blonde can't help but notice the flicker of hurt register on dear Logan's face. He wants to say something, but decides against it.

They chat about the weekend, James insisting that they see The Devil Inside.

"I'm down for that," Kendall grins, giving the tall brunette a high five.

"Please no!" Carlos groans. "I really don't like scary movies."

"Aw, don't worry 'Litos. You can snuggle with me if you get scared." James is teasing, but Kendall's body tenses. He relaxes it immediately when realizes how weird he was acting, having a mental debate with himself.

"What the hell was that? Why did you get all defensive?"

"I have no idea! I couldn't help it. It just happened."

"Do you like him?"

He blinks a few times, not really wanting to answer the question he had just asked himself. He hadn't really been one to think of other guys like that. Again, he shakes his head, forcing the thought out of his mind; for now, at least.

Carlos and Kendall swap numbers, James joining in just as the bell rings signaling the end of lunch.

"I'll text you both after school," The blonde promises, earning nods from them.

"I don't have a phone." Logan admits. Kendall shrugs and smiles at him, and he gives a weak one in return.

The rest of his school day is the same as the first half, minus Carlos and Logan. When he pulls up to his driveway, he spots his Mom in the garage with a box bigger than her whole body. She manages to set it down though, grinning at her son who was now walking up to her.

"How was school?" She asks, pecking the increasingly tall boy on the cheek. He looks at her a moment, deciding how to play off his first day.

"It was . . . great. A lot of nice people. I like Minnesota." He regrets saying the last part, but when he watches his Mother jump up and giggle, he decides it was the right thing to say.

Making his way up the stairs to his room, Kendall receives a text from a number not listed in his phone.

" Hiii Kendall! It's Litos, remember me? "

He grins, hands flying up to reply.

"Oh course I remember you! Hello there!"

He throws his items on his bed, then himself, feeling like one of those eighth grade girls who have just discovered a crush. He didn't like Carlos though.

No, no, of course not. He just decided to like Carlos' company a lot. His phone buzzes on the blanket, eyes lighting up.

" What's up with you? I'm eating with my Dad, haha! "

" Just got home, sitting in bed and texting you :) "

" in bed, you say? Ooh la la ;) "

Kendall chokes on his own saliva, eyes bugging out of his pretty little head while he tries to decipher the text. Winking face . . . that meant something; that had to mean something! Hell, the whole text itself was suggestive! His thumbs fly around on the touch screen keyboard, sending the following:

" haha oh yeah! Care to join me? "

He was totally beside himself. As soon as the message read as sent, Kendall flipped out. He chucked his phone onto the carpeted floor, not wanting to read what Carlos replies. It takes a few minutes, but Kendall is sure Carlos is totally freaked out and is never going to talk to him again. He makes his way to the door, hand on the doorknob when the familiar buzz of his phone makes him jump. He hesitates a long moment before leaning down and picking up the phone. As soon as he opens Carlos' text, reading it slowly, his cheeks become pink and he is grinning so big he can feel his lips cracking.

Oh, he had it bad.