"Kendall," He looked back at the woman in front of him. Yesterday, Jenny was assigned as his personal therapist. Kendall didn't mind her. She was the youngest they had, right out of college, so she understood most of his pop culture references. They had the same sense of humor, and spent most of their last session laughing together. She was also easy on the eyes.

She somewhat reminded Kendall of a female James. Shoulder length, chestnut-brown hair, hazel eyes that were mostly green. If Kendall weren't gay, he'd definitely go for Jenny, seeing as she was James' female double. "Are you okay? You seem distracted."

"I'm fine." Kendall folded his hands in his lap and shifted in his seat. "You should get more comfortable chairs." She laughed and leaned forward on the desk.

"I'll put it on my list of things to do." She paused for a minute before continuing. "If something's wrong you can tell me. I'm here for you."

"Because it's your job to." She saw Kendall's fist clench and unclench and knew that he might be fighting off some anger.

"That doesn't mean I don't care." His fists loosened and he crossed his arms, closing himself off from the conversation. "Have you talked to James?"

"Yeah." His arms fell to his sides and Jenny could have sworn she saw a smile creeping onto his face. "Talked to him for a little while last night. I miss him."

"Well, when's he coming to visit?"

"He said maybe today, if Gustavo will let them go early."

"That'll be nice. You'll get to see your friends."

"Yeah, but Gustavo's not easy to crack. They're probably begging now." After saying that, she did exactly what Kendall expected and asked about the band, and Gustavo, and adapting to life in California. Slowly that transitioned into James and how they met.

"So, you haven't known each other that long?"

"Almost eight years isn't that long to you?" Kendall laughed and thought back to when he and James first met. "It was the first day of fourth grade. James was new and no one wanted to sit with him at lunch because he was fat. Everyone made jokes about him eating us."

"That's terrible."

"It was, but that's how we met."

Carlos and Kendall sat down at their usual table in the middle of the cafeteria. Carlos liked to people watch, and this was the perfect place to do it. Kendall sat down, ready to dive face first into his sloppy joe when he heard loud laughter coming from the other side of the room. Kendall stood on his chair, trying to get a good look. What he saw almost killed him.

"They're throwing cookies at him."

"At who?" Carlos had barely bothered to chew his food before asking.

"The new kid." The smaller boy frowned and shrugged his shoulders.

"I know what you're thinking Kendall, but if we save him they might throw cookies at us!" Carlos thought for a minute, then smiled. "Free cookies would be awesome though."

Kendall gathered his food onto his tray and made his way over, looking over his shoulder to make sure that Carlos was following. He pushed through the crowd, shouting "move" when someone got in his way, and set his tray down next to James, smirking when Carlos took the other side.

"If any of you make fun of my friend again, You'll hurt for days." The crowd dispersed and Kendall took a seat.

"You didn't have to do that. I'm used to it."

"Well, friends don't let friends get bullied." Kendall stuck out his hand and James took it. "Kendall Knight. That's Carlos. I hope you know, this means you're one of us now."

"One of you?" Kendall nodded and James smiled, chubby cheeks turning red. Kendall laughed.

"I like your cheeks." Kendall stuck out a finger to poke one of them and James laughed. "And your laugh."

"That was nice of you. To stick up for him like that." Kendall smiled and bit his lip. "What about Carlos?"

"What about him?"

"When did you meet? Did you protect him too?"

"Everyone always liked Carlos. He's got that type of personality." Kendall shook his head slowly, trying to figure it out. "I don't remember."

"It's okay. Take your time. Think of little things."

"I can't!" Kendall slammed his fists on the desk, startling Jenny. "I have a headache, can I go?" She nodded and buzzed the door, watching as an orderly came to escort Kendall to his room.

"Oh, and Kendall." He turned and faced Jenny's desk. "Good job today. It took a full hour before you said 'I can't'" She smiled and Kendall returned it, closing the door on his way out.

James visited for a while, just to hug him, kiss him and say goodnight. Kendall almost didn't notice that he'd left one of his shirts on the pillow. He lifted it to his nose and inhaled deeply. It smelled like home, their room, and James body wash. It was a comforting smell, unlike the scents that lingered in the hospital. Like bleach and sanitizer. It was too clean.

When James was there, he'd noticed that Kendall had started with a new bad habit. He scratched his arm a lot. Scratched it to the point where the skin in the area was red, and raw. Swollen to the point where it was visibly raised. He'd told him to stop at least five times before he realized that Kendall didn't know he was doing it. It just happened.

He'd stare off into space and scratch at his arm while James was telling him about his day. He couldn't control it. Before he left, James held him close and rocked him for a while, running his fingers through his hair and humming his favorite song.

"I love you, Ken." Kendall looked up from his place in James' lap and poked his cheek. "What was that for?"

"I still love your cheeks." James laughed at the memory kissed Kendall's forehead. "And your laugh."

Just a little filler. One of Kendall's first therapy sessions and James' first visit. Enjoy. :)-