A/N—Reminder that I don't own these characters and that all credit goes to the creators of "Big Time Rush."

So because so many of you wanted to know what would happen next, I wrote one more chapter. This will be the last, though. It's not my best work and I didn't have my beta look it over because I wanted it posted today, so forgive any errors. But here you go! This picks up on the same day. And thank you again for reading this. :)

I should be back to posting "Magic" Friday, for those reading that one.

Before bed that night, Carlos couldn't resist sending a text to Kendall. It wasn't like he liked Kendall, not like that. It was more that Kendall was...he was...

Okay, so maybe Carlos couldn't come up with the right words for it. He didn't want to waste time worrying about whatever it was, so he pushed it out of his mind and composed a text. "How are we doing this tomorrow?"

Surprisingly, an answer came back almost immediately. "I've got a plan. Just go along with me in history, and don't freak out if I act weird. It's all to get them together."

"Act weird how?"

"Don't worry about it. Just trust me."

Carlos could do that. He didn't know Kendall all that well, but never hesitated to follow his advice on the ice because Kendall knew what he was doing. There was no reason to doubt that Kendall knew what he was doing everywhere else, as well. "Okay! See you tomorrow!"

"Bye, Valentine. ;)"

A shocked giggle came out of Carlos. He knew Kendall was just teasing him, but it still made his heart flutter.

Nobody was cooler than Kendall.

Carlos was hiding something. Logan always knew when he had a secret he was keeping because there were little signs of excitement he couldn't control—tapping fingers, a bouncing knee, random humming that drove Logan insane. Even furtive glances, as he'd just done from his desk.

Finally Logan couldn't take it anymore. "Is my mom planning a surprise party for me?"

The fingers stopped their tapping. "Surprise party? For what? Your birthday's not until after summer. Unless...did I forget your birthday?"

Logan waited a few seconds to answer, enjoying the panic on Carlos' face. Good, let him be the one suffering for a change. "No, but you're hiding something, and that's usually what it means. That Mom has something planned for me and it's killing you to keep it a secret."

"That is so not true!" Carlos argued.

His gaze shot to the door when a student walked in, and it was then that Logan realized he'd been doing that every ten seconds or so. Carlos was waiting for someone. A suspicion formed that made his blood run cold. "Did you tell Kendall about the card?"

"Card?"

Carlos might as well have asked "What's a card?" Logan's stomach dropped.

There was no time to react, though, because just then Kendall whistled his way into the room. James was close behind, seemingly deep in thought. No casual glance around the room this time, just that graceful walk to his desk. Logan sat up straighter but kept his eyes averted. It still hurt that James had skipped him, and no amount of arguing from Carlos would convince him that the poem had come from his crush.

Kendall's lips curved up into a wide grin as he approached his own desk. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the Candy Man."

"Did you like the gummies?" Carlos asked, his smile just as wide. "I got a whole bag this morning on the way to school. If you're interested."

"Oh, I am so interested." Kendall dropped into his desk and set down his gym bag before spinning to face Carlos. He held out a hand, waiting patiently while Carlos dug into his backpack.

As Logan watched the interaction, everything fell into place. Carlos' secret wasn't about him, but about Kendall. About himself. Somehow Logan had missed that Carlos had a crush on Kendall. He'd been too wrapped up in his own feelings for James to notice. No wonder Carlos hadn't made a big deal about Logan's admission that he was gay.

They'd definitely have to talk about this after school.

"Thanks," Kendall said now, that teasing grin still on his face as he stared back at Carlos. "I'll buy you something at the movies tonight to make it up to you. Maybe we can share a soda."

Carlos' eyes lit up, but Logan was too stuck on "at the movies tonight" to care about that. "The movies? Carlos, I thought we were going to the movies tonight."

"Oh. Logan. I forgot to tell you, me and Kendall—"

That was as far as he got, because Miss Newton distracted them all by beginning class. For once, Logan couldn't have cared less about history. "Me and Kendall" what? Were going together? Dating? What the hell had Logan missed? Did James know about this?

James hadn't said a word since taking his seat. His shoulders were rigid today, not relaxed like they usually were. A hand ran absently through his beautiful, shiny hair.

Forget about James. He doesn't matter. He didn't even remember you yesterday.

A folded piece of paper landed on Logan's desk. He bent forward to hide the movements behind James' broad shoulders as he opened it.

"Sorry. Me and Kendall are going together tonight but I still want you to come. Please come! I'm nervous!"

Logan blinked a few times. It certainly did sound like a date. He wrote back. "You and Kendall are a thing?"

Normally not one to be passing notes in class, as he was always afraid of getting into trouble for it, Logan wrapped the square of paper around a pencil as if passing one to Carlos. The answer eventually came back in a rushed scribble.

"He's my Valentine. Please come!"

"He doesn't want to be alone with you?"

"He said it's cool if you come!"

How did Logan always get roped into these things? He really needed to learn how to say no.

He had to admit, though, that his curiosity was piqued. Kendall had never given off gay vibes, and if someone like him could be into guys, that meant anyone could.

Even gorgeous boys who had girls surrounding them constantly.

Stop it. Even if he is, he's not into you. He didn't even remember you for a class project. Forget about him, Logan.

"Fine. We'll talk about it after school."

Carlos read that, but the next note was poked against Kendall's elbow. He reached back for it and unfolded the sheet before smirking down at the words Carlos had written.

"He said yes. Get James there!"

James would argue, but Kendall wasn't worried about it; he always knew how to handle James.

James had been quiet most of the day, and Kendall knew he was still hurting over the Logan thing. Attempts to get him talking had mostly failed. It was this in addition to the knowledge that James would want nothing to do with his crush that told Kendall it was going to be difficult to talk him into the movie date, but it had to be done. They'd be at his house soon, and he'd put it off long enough. Kendall braced himself for a fight before diving in. "I need your help with something."

"What's up?"

"So...I don't really know how to say this, it's weird to even think about. But...I have a date tonight."

James' footsteps faltered. "A date?"

"Yeah. Obviously I'm kind of scared about the whole thing, and I could really use you there to get me through it."

Now the footsteps stopped completely as James turned to look at Kendall. "You want to take me along on...your date?"

Kendall nodded. "I already talked to him about it, and he's cool with it. I think we're both a little nervous, and having someone else there kind of...you know. Eases the tension."

James reacted as if Kendall was speaking a foreign language. Confusion touched his bright hazel eyes. "Him? You're going out with a guy?"

"Yeah, did you not...how did you miss that whole conversation I had with Carlos in history?"

James' face screwed up; he tried to remember. "I...sorry. I was a little distracted in history."

"You've been a little distracted all day. Can we talk about Logan?"

"No." It was final, brooking no argument. "I don't even want to think about him again."

"Okay, but...haven't you been thinking about him all day?"

James shook his head, not in denial but frustration. "I'm trying to get over it and tell myself it's no big deal. But it still hurts. Why can't I just be happy that someone cares about me enough to write an awesome poem like that? Why am I still pissed off that it wasn't him?"

"Well, I still think it was him. But you won't believe me, so..."

"Because it wasn't. And I don't want to get my hopes up for something that will never happen."

"Fine. Then come with me tonight so I'm not sitting there terrified to even talk to Carlos, and—"

"Wait, Carlos? Carlos?"

"James, where have you been?"

"Yesterday you didn't even believe he has a crush on you."

"Well, things change. I asked him to the movies and he said yes. Now will you come with me or not?"

"Does he know it's a date?"

"Obviously. I promise after this, we'll go on dates alone. I just...you know. This is my first, and I'm scared, and—"

"Dammit, Kendall."

It was hard to fight the smile that wanted to surface, because Kendall knew why James was angry; he couldn't resist a plea to be there for his best friend.

"Please, James."

"So I'm just supposed to sit there and watch you two make out while I feel sorry for myself?"

"Who says we're gonna make out?"

"He's dying to experience all that, remember what he said in class the other day? He so wants a...boyfriend, I guess."

"Well, we'll see how it goes. I need you. Just come with me."

"Oh my god, you so owe me."

"Anything you want. Now let's hurry, because we have to be at the theater in a few hours and you'll need time to do your hair and...whatever else you do to make yourself beautiful."

"Why do I need to look good? Carlos isn't gonna care."

"Because you never know what the night has in store. Mom's gonna drop us off, so I'll be at your place around 5:30."

"Whatever."

It was as good as Kendall was going to get. He almost felt bad about not telling James that Logan would be there, because James would die at looking less-than-perfect in front of his crush.

He'd just have to count on James' innate need to always look good.

"We're here. Want popcorn?"

Carlos' foot stopped tapping and he hopped up from the seat to pocket his phone. "He's here! Want anything else?"

Logan shook his head, satisfied with the soda he'd purchased. He just wanted the night to be over.

"Okay, I'm gonna go get him. He's buying me popcorn! Save our seats!"

Like Logan wouldn't? He rolled his eyes, and soon enough was blessedly alone—or as alone as he could get in a movie theater full of people. That lasted longer than he expected, and he was actually starting to worry when the lights dimmed for previews and Carlos had still not returned with Kendall.

"Where are you?" he sent.

"The line was long! We're coming now!"

Two minutes later Carlos clumsily made his way past Logan's knees, dragging Kendall along by his free hand. In the dark, Kendall nodded at Logan with a grin. Logan did the same before a soft gasp left him when James halted in shock to stare down with wide eyes.

"Sit down!" Kendall hissed.

James didn't look away. Neither did Logan. Kendall tried again.

"James! Sit your ass down!"

There was only one empty seat, and it was conveniently next to Logan. Still off balance, he sank into it awkwardly and stared straight ahead, both hands wrapped around the bag of popcorn on his lap.

The movie had started by the time Logan found his voice. He leaned over to whisper into Carlos' ear. "Did you do this? Did you know he was coming?"

"No, dude! Kendall needed a buddy, too! Just watch the movie!"

Just watch the movie. Like Logan was supposed to focus on anything when James' shoulder was touching his? When their hands were inches apart? When he could turn his head and see the face he dreamed about so close to his own?

Logan sucked down his soda as if it would give him strength. How was he supposed to survive two hours of this torture? The guy couldn't be bothered with him in class. Surely he wanted to be anywhere but next to the nerd that wrote him a stupidly pathetic lovesick poem.

Then again...James didn't know he'd written that. Maybe this would be okay. Maybe James had assumed it was one of the many girls that threw themselves at him on a daily basis. As far as James knew, Logan was just a random student he shared a few classes with.

"Want some?"

Logan barely picked up the words, which came out mumbled and quiet. He glanced to his left. James wasn't looking at him, but the bag of popcorn was definitely tipped toward him. Not normally a fan of popcorn, was Logan going to turn down the chance to share something with James?

Hell no.

"Thanks," he whispered back while reaching in for a handful. James balanced the bag between them in an obvious offer to take more, and Logan started to relax. James didn't hate him. Maybe Carlos was right, maybe it had just been a mistake.

He peeked over at Carlos to find that his best friend was leaning the other way, his weight resting against Kendall's arm. Kendall didn't seem to mind at all, and why would he? Apparently he was on a date.

If only Logan could be so lucky. James was sitting right next to him, sharing popcorn, and if he closed his eyes and pretended hard enough, this almost felt like a double date. He reached into the popcorn again, James doing the same, and their fingers brushed together.

What Logan would give for this to have been a date.

each brush of my fingers against your skin, or even your clothing, is my heart sharing without words that I wish to love you.

The words floated into James' mind, and he wished suddenly that Logan had written the poem, because that would mean that the seemingly innocent touch was Logan saying "I love you."

James was too romantic for his own good. He hid it well most of the time, but occasionally something stupid slipped out of his mouth like it had in class the other day.

"There's someone out there for everyone."

Had he really said that in front of Logan? God, Logan must have been laughing on the inside. Logan didn't care about love and feelings. He couldn't even hand out Valentines to everyone in class. Probably skipped a bunch of students because he found the project stupid.

James could only imagine how much he'd laughed at the poem. The mere idea of it choked James up.

But it was fine. Logan didn't know he'd written the poem. Only one person did, and James trusted Kendall to keep his secret to the grave. Kendall would never betray him like that.

So okay. This was just two dudes helping out their friends. So what if Logan didn't give him a Valentine? Maybe he'd just taken it all too personally. Maybe he could at least enjoy the time they did have together tonight, and if their fingers continued to brush together "accidentally"?

James would just let himself pretend it was an expression of love.

Their hands came into contact more and more frequently as the movie played on and the popcorn disappeared. James found it adorable that Logan wiped his fingers on a napkin after each dip into the bag. Logan found it adorable that James wiped his fingers on his jeans, at least until he was offered a napkin. James took it with a shy smile and a whispered "Thanks" that sent Logan's heart all over the place.

Eventually they got down to the kernels. When there was just enough left for one more handful of popped corn, James offered the bag to Logan. He declined, and James finished off the remains before setting the bag on the floor near his feet. Both were sorry to see it go, as it had been their only excuse to touch.

Kendall and Carlos were now holding hands, and it sparked a wave of jealousy in Logan that made him ashamed. Now that the popcorn was gone, he had no reason to reach for James. Instead he reached for his soda, realizing with disappointment that he was sucking in mostly air.

And suddenly, they had a reason to touch again. James was offering his drink to Logan. Logan took it with a "thanks" of his own, and then it was set between them so that they could both reach. James' fingers remained lightly against the cup, not moving away when Logan's brushed against them to lift it to his lips. He set the cup down again, and this time he didn't move his hand away either.

His fingers slid between James'. James used his own to squeeze once, and next thing Logan knew, they were officially holding hands.

Maybe one day I can hold your hand

The poem ran through his mind. It was the worst time, since James certainly didn't view their touches the way he did, but...

So what. They were holding hands. He was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

By the time the credits rolled, Logan's head was on James' shoulder and James' cheek against Logan's hair. Neither wanted to move.

Kendall leaned in to whisper to Carlos, "I think our plan's working."

Carlos peeked over and smiled before lifting his face. "You should kiss me. Since the hand thing worked."

Kendall's eyes danced. "We'll save that for when they're actually watching us. Hungry?"

They'd just devoured a large bucket of popcorn and two boxes of candy. "Starving!"

"Let me buy you dinner."

"This is totally the best fake date ever."

"Right?" Kendall grinned. He leaned across Carlos. "We're going out for food."

Logan jumped slightly, having been lost in a happy place. He sat up, pleased when James tightened his grip rather than let go of his hand. "Where?"

"Wherever Carlos wants. As long as it's within walking distance."

James stood up, Logan easily going along with the movement and making sure to keep James' hand in his. "Carlos loves the spaghetti place across the street."

"So does James," Kendall said. "Sound good, buddy?"

Rather than answer, James asked, "Logan? You uh...is that okay? I'll buy."

And though Logan had plenty of money to cover his own dinner, James paying made it feel more like a date. "I'd love that. Thanks."

James' smile was a cross between lovesick and "I can't believe this is happening!" Kendall recognized it, Carlos found it a welcome change from the "I'm too cool to care" expression James normally wore, and Logan...

Logan held on tighter as they walked, still amazed that James wasn't trying to take his hand back.

Conversation over dinner was easy. They talked of school, and about themselves, each learning more about the families and motivations that made them the young men they were growing into. Kendall shared his Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo with Carlos, who'd ordered his usual spaghetti and meatball plate. James sampled Logan's lasagna while loving that throughout the meal Logan was pressed up against him. There was plenty of room for Logan to scoot over, but he never did.

For this reason, James did something daring once their plates had been cleared away. He slid his arm around Logan's back, settling his hand at Logan's waist. Logan immediately snuggled in closer, and then James finally accepted it.

Whatever was happening between them, it was mutual. Logan liked him.

Enough to write a poem like that about him, though? Surely not. Kendall was still crazy to even suggest it.

This, though...this wasn't so bad either.

Before he was ready for it, Kendall was stating that he'd just texted his mother to pick them up. James wanted the night to go on forever. "Already?"

"Yeah, dude, sorry. You know she won't let me stay out past ten."

"This sucks," Carlos complained. "But my mom's the same way. We should do this again! Maybe after the game tomorrow. That would give us all day!"

Logan usually spent his Saturday afternoons on schoolwork, but if James was willing... "Are you free?" he asked, lifting his head for an answer. James' lips were almost close enough to taste when he replied.

"I could be. I was supposed to get together with some choir buddies, but..."

"Oh, I don't want to mess up your plans."

"Trust me, I'd much rather hang out with you." There was a pause, and then James looked away. "All of you. I meant all of you."

Kendall rolled his eyes with a smirk. "Uh huh. Well, this half of all of us is down. My house isn't all that exciting, but we could hang out there. Order pizza, play some games...just...you know. Hang out."

"That sounds rad!" Carlos exclaimed. "I don't care what you guys do, I'm there."

"Fine with me," James shrugged, pulling Logan closer. "If...I mean...are you cool with that?"

Logan would've preferred to be alone with James, but there was still part of him that feared he was reading too much into everything. What if James was just being friendly? What if he was just going along with all of this for Kendall's sake? "Sure."

"Cool, you can all just come home with me after the game." Kendall moved out of the booth, signaling the end of dinner. "Come on, Mom should be here in a few minutes. Do you guys need a ride?"

"I'm staying over at Logan's," Carlos answered. "And he's two blocks away, so we're good. But we'll wait with you guys."

James seemed fine with that idea, again securing Logan's hand in his as they ventured into the cold night to wait at the front of the restaurant. His light jacket had been fine before sundown, but now it felt like nothing against the wind that had kicked up.

A shiver didn't go unnoticed by James. "Cold?"

"I'm fine."

Luckily, James saw through the lie. He slid his arms around Logan, wrapping him up tight and ecstatic when Logan returned the gesture.

"Damn, they beat us to that," Carlos commented. "We haven't even really hugged yet."

"We're slacking." Kendall remedied that, hugging Carlos to him. "So I'd say this was a success?"

"They're ridiculous. It would've been so much easier if they just believed us when we told them who wrote the poems."

"True, but then I wouldn't have gotten to buy you dinner."

"Yeah, that was my favorite part."

"Seriously? Not me holding your hand or cuddling with you during the movie? I thought you loved all that romance stuff."

Carlos shrugged, making an "eh" sound. "Try harder."

Outraged, Kendall took the challenge. He dipped Carlos back and kissed him, Carlos shocked by the move but quickly getting over that to kiss Kendall back. And just like that he realized he'd been wrong. He did like Kendall like that.

"Wow," James whispered over Logan's shoulder.

"What?"

James spun them so that Logan could see. "Oh. Wow."

"Yeah, I didn't...I mean...this is going to sound crazy, but there was a part of me that was thinking they set this whole thing up to get us together."

Logan stepped back in surprise. "Me, too! Did you know I was coming?"

"No! Kendall didn't tell me."

"Carlos didn't tell me, either. And he had this stupid idea that...well, never mind. But I was wondering the same thing. Guess we were both wrong."

"Guess so." James bit his lip, thinking again of the poem and wishing it had been from Logan. But Kendall was crazy, right? It wasn't like he could just come right out and ask Logan, because when the answer was a no he'd feel stupid for mentioning it. Unless there was a way he could ask without actually asking. Or maybe...tell without actually telling. He cleared his throat and said, "They uh...they say love is a many-splendored thing."

The words physically jolted Logan so that he started. James reached out to steady him, but Logan stepped further away as if terrified. "I'm sorry," James stammered. "I thought maybe...listen, if you don't want to hang out tomorrow, we don't have to. They don't need us anymore, we could just—"

"James."

Now silent, James couldn't even manage to look Logan in the eyes.

"I want to hang out."

"You do?" Hope was back, pressing James to step close again.

This time Logan allowed it, reaching out to take both of James' hands in his. "Yeah. Because...because now that I know your radiance, I could not live without it."

A look of wonder settled over James' face. Shaking fingers loosened their grip from Logan's so that they could cup his cheek, and Logan smiled as he lifted up onto his toes to meet the soft kiss coming from his Valentine.