Notes: Mainly Carlos/Logan, with a side of Logan/Camille, Kendall/Jo and James/almost every nameless girl at the palmwoods. First BTR fic, inspired by Logan's plotline in Big Time Break. Warning for future cross dressing. Reviews are most appreciated :)

Carlos needed a girlfriend and he was painfully aware of the fact. Looking around and seeing all his friends with their girlfriends only resonated this in his mind. It was frustratingly tormenting that he was all alone, the only one without a girlfriend to hold hands with and kiss, a significant other to call his.

Plus he was getting sick of everyone judging him as the only guy in Big Time Rush that couldn't get a girl. It wasn't that he couldn't get a girl or that he wasn't a catch, he just hadn't found the right match for him. He knew that when he found the perfect girl, he would know and it would be perfect. The only trouble was finding said girl.

And this process really needed to speed up because there was only a week left until the big palmwoods dance and he would not be the only BTR guy without a date to the dance. So he set out on a mission, geared up with his lucky helmet and bright, charming smile, to find his perfect girl.

First step on his mission: talk to Kendall about his relationship with Jo. He found them at the pool as usual, being their typically affectionate selves. They were sitting on one of the poolside lounge chairs, Kendall behind Jo, who was holding up her hair as Kendall rubbed sunblock all over her back and shoulders. Kendall was smiling as Jo giggled softly.

Carlos cringed at the couple's sweetness, out of pure jealousy; he wished he was in that position. Reluctantly, he approached the lovebirds, standing awkwardly in front of them. He cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Hey, uh, Kendall, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked meekly.

Kendall nodded, looking up at his friend with a knowing smile. He could tell his friend needed him. "Be right back," he murmured to Jo, kissing her soft cheek. He followed Carlos away from Jo before asking him what was up.

Carlos averted his eyes from Kendall's concerned ones, staring at his feet and trying to find the right words to describe the situation. "What is it about Jo that makes her so perfect for you?" he asked curiously, finally looking up at his friend.

Kendall's face went blank for a second as if he was thinking. "It's everything," he answered vaguely, before continuing in explanation. "She's funny, sweet, cute. We're into all the same things. She's like my other half."

Carlos nodded in understanding, dismissing his friend back to his girlfriend so he could continue his pursuit of his other half.

Step two of his plan: talk to James about what makes him so irresistible to girls. James was currently residing in the lobby, surrounded by at least 5 different girls. He walked up to them, pouting when not one of the girls broke their gaze from his good-looking friend.

"James, how is this possible?" he asked, referring and gesturing to the girl mob.

James just smirked, "I'll let these gals answer that one. Ladies!" he spoke in his deep, sexy voice and Carlos considered maybe that was a girlfriend-getting attribute. "What is it about me that you all love?"

"Handsome."

"Charming."

"Sweet."

"Perfect."

All the girls supplied different answers but all had a similarly dreamy tone in their voices.

"Handsome."

"You already said that!" Carlos snapped angrily at the love-struck girls.

"There you have it Carlitos," James answer smugly before turning his attention back to his female followers.

Step three: dream up the perfect girl. After stealing a pen and a piece of paper from Logan's desk, he sat down at the dining room table and scribbled a detailed list of traits and qualities of what he was looking for in his dream girl. He was between words when he heard one of the bedroom doors open slowly.

Logan came shuffling out in a gray t-shirt and green plaid pj pants. A brief smile flashed on Carlos' face at how sleepy and disoriented his friend look before his face stiffened with concentration, desperate to complete his list.

"What are you doing?" Logan asked, face wrinkled with confusion. He walked over to the fridge, quickly pouring himself a glass of juice before joining Carlos at the table. He sipped the fruity beverage as he leaned over, eying whatever Carlos was scribbling down.

"Making a list of my dream girl," Carlos answered shortly.

"Carlos, you can't just write up your perfect girl and expect to find a girl that fits every criteria," his friend told him, speaking with wisdom and logic as always. It was one thing Carlos loved about Logan and also one of the things he hated.

"Well what am I supposed to do then?" Carlos exclaimed, distraught and worried. "My perfect girl isn't exactly falling out of the sky like Camille and Jo did!"

"You can't rush love Carlos," Logan advised wisely. "And you can't go looking for it, you have to let it come to you."

"But it's not Logie.," the Latino whined, looking up at his friend, brown eyes portraying his distress and sorrow.

Logan offered an apologetic frown and patted his friend's shoulder, "then that just means you haven't found the right person yet." He peeked over at his list, reading the listed traits Carlos desired in a female companion. "These all are predominantly male qualities Carlos. No girl is like this."

"I'm gonna find her!" Carlos declared, determined.

"Okay Carlos. All the luck to you," Logan said softly, getting up.

Carlos sighed as he watched his friend set his empty glass in the sink and return to his room. He knew he should probably go to bed as well but for once, his mind was racing too rapidly to let him rest.