Author's Note: So I just want to welcome you to the very long, campy last chapter of the story and cause it's the last chapter, I totally get to repeat the first one and do two notes and a mega dedication at the end, so be ready. And I've never done this before, but I have to admit a very deep, dark secret to all of you. I don't own BTR. I know, I'm sorry if it seemed like I did, but now that we've disclamered that shit, let's go on. Just while we're on the technical side of writing, this is the end mixed with the last two original chapters that I scrapped so, it will jump around, but I think it'll be worth it. And what's left of the beginning cast are all officially back. And, my last dedication before my mega one is to Jessayra, because girl (guy, I keep fucking up genders, sorry), you're comments make me blush whenever I see them. It makes me really excited to think that you can visualize it all in your head cause I have to read like that, like it's a movie, and to know that I'm pulling that off for you guys is a super great feeling. Luv you. I hope you all enjoyed and I'll see you in a minute. Luv ya. XoXo.

1 week later

After a week of congratulations and love, I'd come to terms with the fact that I was going to get married to Kendall Knight. I would be Mrs. Mr. (confusing right) Logan Harris Knight and there was absolutely nothing any law maker or hater could do about it, because I loved him more than I loved my own life. It didn't matter how many bags on fire (really a weird thing to do) or in-the-closet sex fiend, fuck offs (there's really no other way to describe Dak, uch) because I was Kendall's. And for once, the police took an active interest in finding out who it was and after extensive investigation, the arson charge was brought up against a few kids in town who were apparently 'offended' by my outfit on Friday. I just, I can't even understand that. You'd try to kill my family because you don't like what I wear? What the hell? But it was a little late now to be pissed and I was in absolute bliss with Kendall. And I know it's weird how my mood has been lately, but what can I say, I'M GETTING MARRIED!

Kendall was and always will be my absolute world and I was his and that's all that mattered. But, today we were dedicating to Carlos, just cause, cause. Cause Jo decided to stay in town longer, cause we were happy, cause of cause. It was nice just to have the old crew back together. Jo, Kendall, Myself, Carlos, and Camille and this time, we brought Jenny cause she had made her way into all of our hearts with her, her. There wasn't a whole lot to say about Jenny Tinkler besides fun, nice, incredible, ect. You know, not a whole lot. Anyway, Carlos wanted to go to the arcade and Jenny almost did a back flip when she heard, so there was no way of not going. And here we all were, standing with a bunch of twelve year olds while Carlos and Jenny fought over who got to drive the virtual car. It was hilarious.

"NO, I won," Carlos yelled while eating a corndog.

"As if, you crashed like fifty cajillion times, I was the queen of the race," Jenny made a crown with her fingers before Carlos slapped her hands.

"You're more like the Queen of losing," he said before running away and she started to chase him. Dear god, I was worried about kids and didn't even realize I practically had them.

"I'll catch those two," Camille said smiling, "He's my bestie anyway, future Gwen Stefani doesn't get to take him from me." She ran off when Jo grabbed my finger.

"This is absolutely beautiful Kendall," she said, looking at the shimmering ring on my finer, "how the hell did you afford this."

He blushed a little (a first for him I think) before starting, "It was my grandmothers, but it was missing a diamond. So, I decided to have it replaced, but I couldn't afford a new diamond so I bought a citrine stone to take its place to represent those beautiful Hershey eyes Logan has, and then I was inspired. I had the second diamond replaced with an emerald and kept the diamond in the middle to forever be a symbol of us. So every time we fight or are angry, he's reminded of our relationship."

"So essentially," she said smiling, "you're a cheapo who was inspired by how poor you are."

"Well, when you put it like that, it's not as romantic," he said smirking, which at this point, felt like normality, he did it so much.

"It's sweet any way you spin it honey," I said, getting on my tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

"Awe, I knew you'd find a way to make it alright Sugar," he hugged me close, even if his arm was in a sling, but we both saw Jo mock put her finger in her throat.

"Ick, way to turn into one of those gross 'lovey-dovey' couples, it's sickening," Jo said, fake mad.

"Ahh, you're just jealous because Sam hasn't proposed to you," I tickled her, forcing her to jump and turn.

"Sammy and I will get married if we feel like it, but unlike you two, we aren't completely obsessed with each other."

"You're missing out,"

"No, you're missing out, like giving up Hollywood dreams to get married."

"Not giving up, just putting on hold."

"We have a band now anyway," Kendall interjected into the conversation.

"Oh, and what are you called," she stuck her tongue out at us.

"Big Time Rush," he replied smoothly, making me blush; it seemed like everything he did right now made me blush.

"Actually, that's really creat-," right then, she was cut off by a diving Jenny and Carlos and screaming Camille behind them. I wasn't going to lie, it was hilarious to watch and she knew it because we all started to laugh together.

"STOP IT!" Camille shouted over the laughter, "AND COME OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!" Jenny and Carlos hesitantly approached while Kendall and I helped Jo up back to her feet. "Behave or we'er leaving."

"But she started it," Carlos whined like a little kid.

"NO, No buts, no more fighting or I'm taking you both home. Got it." They both nodded before walking away defeated. It only took them five minutes to start fighting again over the air hockey game they were playing, but the silence was great while it lasted.

"OH MY GOD, I'm never having kids, this is just too much work," Camille said exhausted, "No, I'll just stay an old maid forever because this is too far."

"But you promised to go to Hollywood with me," I pleaded, grabbing her arm, "Remember, you were going to come and get famous on your own while I got famous. We were going to be a famous family."

"Yeah, but we're all living in Kenny's grimy apartment complex, so I've gotten over fame; I just want out of there, cause no offense Jo, but it's no fun sharing a room with you," she said smiling because she knew how much Kendall hated that nickname. It made his skin want to jump off and run away because it could be called that, but it was really funny to watch his face when someone would say that. I didn't even get to say it, but then again, why would I want to hurt my future Husband. Now that I think about it, It was a weird transition for everyone to have to move into the building, mainly cause they got three rooms on level four and Kendall and I were in level one, but what were you going to do, it's not like I was going to leave Kendall for anything, that was unthinkable. Missy thought it was the funniest thing to watch them move in because the elevator was broken that day, but Karma kind of got to her because she broke a heel while laughing and had to wear the pair she always complained about. Strangely enough, Missy and My mom and her Sister had become really good friends and sometimes, they would go to 'Auntie Vida's' with her, which seeing them come back plastered from a gay bar was entertaining. Occasionally, Carlos would come over and practice with us, but most of the time, it was to have fun with Camille.

"I need a Boyfriend, bad," he told the both of us a few days ago.

"That's obvious," I said, cuddling with Kendall while we watched glee, "You're practically dating Camille right now."

"Yeah, well, you two are about the only other boys I have a chance with; it's not like I want to date any of the thirty year olds that go to the bar next door."

"There's Missy," Kendall said smiling; Carlos stormed out, but that provided us with the giggles all night, so it didn't matter that we were alone. Kendall made me happier than I think I've ever been, so it wasn't hard to be joyous around him, especially now that he was my fiancé. Then the phone started to buzz me back into the present though.

"Logan Honey, someone just called," my mom shrilled.

"You can answer a phone, can't you mom," I said, still smiling, "You didn't get to hurt in the fire anyway."

"When I want your cattiness, I'll request it," she responded, "but no, they called for you."

"For me," I replied, confused, "What could they want; the cops all ready took in the punks who burnt the house."

"This wasn't about the house," she hurried, obviously excited and a little drunk, "they said they were a Record Producer and they wanted to meet you immediately at some place called 'House of Rocque,' a music store over on the east side. Go, Now." She hung up just as fast as she called, but it wasn't even necessary to repeat. Jo, Kendall, and Camille had all been listening.

Immediately after hearing, Camille whistled at Carlos and Jenny before yelling, "Come on Idiots, were gonna go get famous," and with that, we hailed got into the cars and sped off.

We walked into the place and boy was it, strange, like a time machine to some past world were CDs and Records were like the only way to enjoy music. So you can guess I was absolutely in heaven because I have a habit to be retro about music. But, everyone else immediately proceeded to make themselves comfortable in the chairs that were stretched in what seemed like a waiting area, but this was for sure a store of sorts, because every CD had a price on it. That's when two Men walked out of the back-room into the main center area and introduced themselves.

"There you all are, I wasn't expecting you to enter that door," apparently there was another one, "But welcome to the 'Store of Rocque' were we sell the best CDs of all time. Every Classic to Now, but that's not why you are here, you're here because I want to make a deal with you," he pointed to me who was still prying through the racks of disk after disk. I turned as soon as I felt all the eyes on my back and finally saw the two men fully because I was too shy to at first. And they weren't at all what I expected. The man who had started talking to me was big; very big with a close-shaven, but apparent beard and side burns with a bald head and cheap Oakley sunglasses. His hoodie looked a little tight and his jeans were saggy with orange Supras; it was an image that probably wouldn't leave my mind for a while. But his assistant was handsome; he was obviously young, maybe our age, but he looked a lot like James; tall with brown hair and obviously muscular. His hair was kind of short though, a little closer to the head and by no means as volumized as James's and there were a few minor differences, but he had a presence that evoked James; his name was what really did it though.

"Hi, I'm Jacob Maslow, Mr. Rocque's assistant, we're here to talk to Logan Mitchell," he gave me a smile when I took a seat next to Kendall, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, that's me and I got to say before we start, all of this is so amazing," I flashed them a smile, but the big man didn't seem amused.

"So, Mr. Mitchell, introduce us to your brother," the bald man said and I giggled a little when Kendall kissed my head again, "Apparently, your very close brother." He gave me a strange, disapproving look when he saw that.

"He's not my brother," I smiled when I looked back at Kendall, "He's my fiancé," I pulled the ring up for the man to see and I saw Jacob grin a little.

"So, you're a," he seemed to have a lot of trouble saying the word, "Gay."

"Yeah, have a problem with that." I tried to stay calm, but if I got one more bigot, I was going to go ape shit.

"Well, it just tends to be a music Poison," he faked a smile, "People will think you're either to camp or not camp enough. I mean, look at Adam Lambert, an amazing singer, but not taken seriously because no one knows how to deal with it right. There's a lot of prejudice."

"We're ready for it," I responded, resting on Kendall's shoulder again.

"We're here specifically for you Logan," Jacob said, still tapping away on his ipad.

"Oh, well, how did you find out about me," I said, quirking my eyebrow to try to elicit a response. I was very curious because we only ever put one video online and it was kind of crappy in the first place, even if it was our plan to just be ourselves and not try to go professional; and I didn't know any big producers, so I was curious.

"You don't go on the internet much do you," the big man said, "You're acapella song at the end of that play was put on someone's channel and it's blown up. You've gotten about ten million views in a few days and immediately, I saw an instant fan-base. You're perfect. Cute, Talented, and an Actor. You're my ticket to fame again."

"With all due respect, how am I your fame ticket," I responded, realizing he'd given me an important edge.

"You get big and then I get name recognition with agents, that means more artists will want to join up to record with me, meaning more name recognition and so on. You'd be surprised how these internet phenomena's blow-up. Look at Justin Bieber." He smiled a little, but Jacobs's face turned white; he saw what his boss had just done.

"So if I said no, you're screwed," and Mr. Rocque got it just as fast.

"Look kid, I'm not negotiating with a High Schooler, you'll come with me and do what I want' got it," he looked angry under his glasses and that's when I saw my chance. To live happily ever after.

"Look, you need me and if you want me, than you better be ready to negotiate a lot, like for starters, we take my whole family out with me. I get to get married to my fiancé in public and not have to live in any shameful closet, and you take me and my band to be famous."

He almost spit up his tea, "What! You expect me to take the kid from Minnesota and make him famous with his friends. Well, you can forget it."

"So we have a deal then," I responded, holding my hand out to him.

"Yeah," he said begrudgingly, "You've got yourself a deal, now go pack your crap up and meet us at the airport by six because we're flying to LA tonight. We'll pay for three months two see if you get picked up and if you do, you get a record deal and a tour." He started to walk away, huffing and puffing when I asked a second question:

"Wait, I wanted to buy a CD."

"Take the frickin CD, take as many as you want, no one buys them anymore anyway." I smiled at how pissed he was before grabbing a bunch of CDs and walking out. With everyone ecstatic. It was finally our someday. Everyone packed as fast as they could and we practically flew to the airport while Jo called Samantha. That was a little harder.

"Sam, we've done it, we're going to Hollywood

What do you mean I can't go, you know this is my dream

So you won't go, look please come we- I can't come home, I wanted to know if you'd pack my stuff and meet us at the airport by five

Okay, see you there, Love- Sam, Sammy are you there."

Quickly, she dropped the phone and hung her head so we wouldn't see what she was doing, but I knew my Jo ten times better than that. When he started to cry, I wiped her tears while Kendall held my waist, "You okay bitch, what's wrong." I tried to use that old nickname, but it felt strange.

"Samantha just hung up on me, like I didn't give everything up to go be with her, and now, and now, she *whimper*, she doesn't love me anymore."

"You don't know that, and you don't have to go with me, you can stay with her, I'll visit," I offered it, but I really didn't want to lose Jo again. I had just gotten her back.

"No way in hell Bambi, this is our dream together, and what's that saying, 'bros before hoes' and you're my best bro, so I'm not going anywhere." She hugged me and I felt squished between the both of them, but it was a good squishiness, so I didn't complain. She was giving everything up for me, like everyone else. But it'd be worth it because we'd finally do what we'd always wanted. To give people music that they could enjoy like we did. To give all those who were oppressed or bullied or felt weird, a platform to be the totally awesome, cool kid. Cause that was the power of music; it could turn anyone into a star and only the most unique, talented people got to use it. And all those kids who feel different like I always did are the ones who live those dreams. All because of the power of a few simple verses.

Sam was standing at the sliding door waiting for us when we were rushing in with our stuff.

"I'm sorry Jo, but I can't leave Minnesota," she said, holding her girlfriend close, "I have too much here, but you need too, so go have fun and don't worry about me. I'll be good." Jo nodded slowly before kissing Samantha lightly on the lips and grabbing her bags.

"I love you Sammy." She smiled a little.

"Yeah, Love you too, but have fun cause I will," they both laughed a little before parting ways and Jo had one tear rolling down from her eye.

"Don't worry Bambi, we're gonna have fun too." And there we were, all seven of us with our luggage waiting for the big man and his assistant to show. And of course, they did.

"So, is this everyone, cause we're not waiting anymore," he gave a strange smile before continuing, "I have a dinner with Katy Perry's people and I don't want to be late if I want to get my newest star a track with her."

"You Mean Band,"

"Same thing, now let's go." We rushed onto the small, private Jet were Jacob was waiting and all got comfortable as fast as we could. I sat next to Kendall while Jo sat next to Camille across from Carlos who was sitting next to Jacob (who he obviously had a giant crush on because he was being super flirty) and my mom and aunt sat in the very back. It was a long ride, none of really minded though, except Mr. Rocque who was pacing the cabin.

"We aren't going to make it, This band isn't going to get huge and I'm going to have another dud, Fuck, not another dud. We aren't going to make it we are.." he just kept walking the tiny cabin repeating himself over and over again when Kendall finally spoke up.

"Calm down," he said smiling, "You're lucky to have us."

"Lucky to have you," Mr. Rocque repeated while his nostrils flared, "You're fucking lucky to Have. Me. Got that."

"Actually Gustavo," Jacob interceded, "we're very lucky to have them," he scrolled down on the ipad and pressed play on the video he was on. Then I started to hear Carlos and my voice singing Billionaire over the cabin.

"I want to be a billionaire, so freakin bad, buy all of the things I never had," My mom was crying while I blushed at hearing my own voice. Kendall simply smiled at me, when he saw me biting my lip.

"I must be the luckiest guy on Earth," Kendall said, kissing me lightly on the lips.

"Yeah, you are," Mr. Rocque answered, turning back to us. He contemplated what he was going to say for a long time before speaking up again, "Now I feel really bad to have doubted you, because after seeing that, not only do I have a marketing idea, but I also realize that you all are talented enough to pull it off." I smiled back at the big man who was finally sitting down in front of us, when I saw out of the corner of my eye the cutest sight ever. Jacob and Carlos were kissing and for a moment, I could swear I saw James again.

2 Years Later

It's hard to believe that your whole life could change in just two years, but sure as hell it did for all of us. Our first album came out after about six months of touring with Lady Gaga, simply called BTR, which was marketed towards the teen. And not just girl teens, but all teens who needed the music. Gustavo was so happy due to our success that he bought us a mansion in Minnesota to go back anytime and when we did, we always invited Jenny up.

But we never changed like I feared we would when we hit Hollywood; Carlos still hadn't grown up that much, unless he was around his boyfriend Jacob, who he'd been dating since the album release party after a kiss under the huge glass ceiling. Of course, I didn't leave Kendall's side once because I really didn't trust big parties anymore; also, why would I ever want to be away from my fiancé. But it was great to see Carlos enjoy himself. It seemed like it had been a long time since he'd truly done that.

Even though Camille was acting in TV, she still stayed home with us some nights or would take us out on the town with her. And to top it off, she still lives in the same house with us even though she's one of the highest paid actresses on any network.

Jo stayed with us as a back-up singer before dueting with the three of us on a song that went platinum, but instead of going solo, she still stays with us and performs at local bars and venues unless we go on tour.

We bought my mom and aunt a huge house, near were we all used to live, with a room for everyone, but of course not everyone needed it. Sometimes, Mrs. Knight would come up to visit Kendall and make sure he was okay and she seemed fixated on getting me ready for the wedding, even though we hadn't even set a date. We didn't set a date until our big tour to follow the big album we'd released. And I wasn't even sure of it, but Kendall has a tendency to act first, think later.

"So, you guys pumped! *screams*" Kendall yelled into the microphone in his hand while Jake was setting a time for us from behind the curtains. "Well, I am, because I have a secret for you. *screams* Don't worry, it's not a big collab or anything like that, it's much awesomer, *screams*." I laughed a little because instantly, I recognized that 'awesomer' wasn't a word, "Well, why don't we let Logie tell." Instantly I blushed when I heard him shout the nickname to the crowd, but I turned the microphone up and walked over to where Kendall was standing.

"Well, I don-,"

"Okay, if you insist, I'll do it for you," he smiled at me before turning back to the audience, "He asked me to help him didn't he guys! *inaudible screaming*." I gave up on trying to figure out what was going on, but I guessed I could answer a few questions if he wanted me too, meanwhile, I could just imagine Jake having a heart attack that we missed time. He could be a real stickler. But then Kendall grabbed my hand and held it up, "What's this Logan?" he said sarcastically at my ring finger with the diamond.

"My Engagement Ring? *screams*"

"Yeah, that's right and what do engagements lead too,"

"Weddings? *screams*"

"Right, and are we engaged to get married"

"We're engaged, but I –"

"You heard it here," he held the microphone out to the screaming crowd, "We're getting married on September 19," I looked at him with wide eyes because we had barely talked about it. Now it was official. You couldn't take something like this away. Crap. And I loved Kendall too much to try to back out, so I just had to grin and barrette. I turned to glare at Kendall and he smirked when he saw my face before pulling me into his arms and leaning me back for a kiss in front of everyone in the stadium. It was nice and romantic, not to steamy or erotic, and it got me to give up any anger I had. How could I be mad at Kendall? He was perfection. "And all of you are frickin invited. *screams*" Kendall yelled back at the crowd before turning to my ear, "I promised you we'd beat the princess."Well I did want a big wedding.

Which leads us back to right now at this very moment; September 19, 2013, my wedding to Kendall Knight in the middle of a giant rotating platform in front of thousands of guests. We had only a few personal guests, but Kendall invited fans to show up and of course they did. And honestly, I was happy; I'd always dreamed of sharing myself with my fans and this was the ultimate moment of happiness for me. My wedding dress of sorts was a different story. I went through a lot of different designs till I settled one with of all things, a movie costume designer named Tricia Biggs. And boy was Tricia excited to have one of her pieces going beyond the silver screen, so of course she was calling me every five seconds with updates on the outfit and when she brought it to me, it was incredible. It was an all white jump-suit that than went into flowing sleeves and the shoulders had gold fabric lining them. A high collar accented it with a huge white belt and a big gold buckle on it. The pant legs of the suit went into a pair of white boots with gold soles and the belt was fastened around a skirt-tail thing. It was a bit like a skirt, but stopped in front of my front half so my legs weren't inhibited by it. In all actuality, it acted as the train, but it was a nice hint of gender-bending which had become something that I was good at. Really good at. And i decided to go ahead and do a veil because why not cliche it all. It seemed to be the only way to justify all of my happiness. So there I was in my wedding outfit with my mom by me to take me to the altar.

The altar was a huge, white orb with a rose covered trellis, which Kendall was standing under with the minister. After getting to know Debbie Harry (From Frickin BLONDIE) while on tour with Gaga she offered to get the license to do it and I swear I could have died. If it wasn't for her, I'd never have Kendall back. And Kendall was my everything.

I walked up to the altar under the hot New York sun while cheers came from the rows of fans and I finally got to my position next to Kendall. Jo was smirking next to me before adjusting my train and patting my ass and I almost jumped off the stage. I really wasn't expecting it. And the Ceremony started, but I really didn't pay attention, I was so lost in the blonde boy in front of me. If you asked me two years ago, I would have said you were dreaming, but now, it was all real. He was smiling when Debbie had to ask me twice.

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband," she smiled, but I stared blankly forward.

"Logan," Jo whispered apparently, but I didn't hear that either.

Debbie cleared her throat, "Do. You take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband."

"Yes," I finally said smiling before she looked at both of us.

"I now pronounce you Husband and … Husband, you may now kiss the bride," she smirked after saying it and immediately I got it was on purpose. Everyone knew our positions in the relationship. It was obvious. And like that time on the stage, he bent me backwards, kissing me deep, but this time he didn't stop to be careful. I was worried he'd freak out and try to take me there, but of course Jo interrupted.

"You both know how cute I think you two are together, but maybe now isn't the time to bone in front of everyone together," she whispered to us after about four minutes of passion. I blushed and Kendall pulled off of me, before taking my hand and running me down the long way past everyone and into the limo waiting to take us the reception. It was amazing. And that night was just the same way. Because it finally felt right to give myself fully to Kendall. Every bit of what was Logan Harris Knight now. And every minute of it was amazing. And every minute of my life was amazing with Kendall and Jo and Carlos (who was still on-and-off dating Jacob) and Camille and Everyone else who meant a lot to me.

But, still, nothing felt better than having Kendall's arms around me at night. I have the best Husband alive. My whole life, my mom said "Go to sleep little Logie so your dreams can be happier than your life," but for the first time, "My life was happier than any of my wildest dreams." I fucking love you Kendall Knight.

Author's Note: Thank you all so frickin much for sticking with me on this story, even when I made every spelling mistake in the world (I can barely read chapter 1) and it's been incredible doing it for you. And I want to rethank everyone I've dedicated chapters too like TheClaire24 and ilovepie554 and everyone else who commented like IceRush, gleechild (Never got to properly say it, but you are an amazing idea machine. I'd hire you if I could), klolo8, ect. All of you that subscribed the story and favorite and all, you made my day. I totally love all of you. So many times I wanted to quit, but you all kept me going and I swear, I'm going to do my best to keep doing good fics. You gave me the best summer-ending gift. Luv ya. XoXo. P.S. It took me awhile to decide, but I'm going to load my second story immediately after this; it won't be everday this time though. It'll be frequent, but not daily. Sorry, but I'm just trying to get the Jarlos started soon. So I really hope you check it all out and it's called "I'm Not Your Toy." Just try my channel. But for all of you. Mwa. Mwa. Chow my sistas. Das be danye. Adios Amigos. And don't worry, this story can never truly end. I Luv You So Much. See You Next Time. XoXo. Kisses.