Hey there Kogan shippers! I am happy to introduce to you a fanfiction project! This is a Kogan story that will be divided into 3 parts. Yes, not one, two, but three! I am expecting at least a total of 24 chapters total, however some chapters will be divided into 2 parts, making this longer than it seems I suppose? Anyways, I'm hoping to update weekly, with chapters being from 3,000-4,000 words long. I thank you for clicking to read this!

Also, VERY IMPORTANT: this fanfiction is based on a fanmix created by theprincessandrajah at tumblr(dot)com and her playlists for the mix are amazing! I love them so so much and I really recommend you check them out here: theprincessandrajah(dot)tumblr(dot)com(slash)tagged(slash)the_kogan_fanmixes . The songs in the mix will be used as a guide (the chapter titles identify the song for each part), not all chapters follow the exact premise of the songs and I've interpreted them as such to fit the current plotline.

I've said enough, now please do enjoy! : )

The Kogan Trilogy:: Falling is Like This

PART I- Falling is Like This

CHAPTER ONE:: HEARTBEAT

Logan Mitchell was your average college freshman. Well, okay, maybe not so average because it really wasn't common for your "average" college freshman to graduate high school with a nearly perfect GPA, multiple academic awards, scholarship money, and end up valedictorian of his class — yeah, that was probably all just him. However, he was relatively normal in a sense that he wasn't far from your everyday university student, like he didn't have wings or sorcerer powers or anything mythical of that sort.

He was eighteen, young, and, in a sense, on a journey of some sort to find himself. That's what college was all about anyway, discovering and experimenting just to find the one area or subject you were exceptionally good at in order to pursue a career one adopt for the rest of their lives. Of course there was also the growing up and independence that came with moving away from your parents to board at Palm Woods University, the institution was built near the city, but Logan found that transition rather easy, getting around and adjusting well during the start of his fall semester. Overall, he liked the whole prospect of college, he was able to step out from his high school shadow, slowly overcome his social fears, do things on his own, and things were just really changing. He kind of liked these changes. It was as if he was discovering new facts everyday about himself that he hadn't known was there.

Some were actually rather shocking.

Or really, just one self-discovery was. And it involved an intriguing attraction… towards a tall, blonde, and witty male.

Logan still couldn't exactly work out the reasons but, somehow, his heart had gotten to the point of skipping a beat every time he exchanged glances with his new college friend, Kendall Knight.

Kendall Knight, geez, Logan could write a whole freaking essay about that man if you asked him to because he swore he'd memorized every single intricate detail about him. His soft bright blonde hair, ludicrous eyebrows, and signature smirk… gosh and those were just simple details of his face. Maybe it wasn't an essay, maybe Logan could write a whole book. Whatever the case, he was sure he wasn't previously this crazy about anyone else before.

It was really strange too, what with this happening only recently. It was kind of funny how, nowadays, he looked forward to meeting Kendall and chatting with him at the café every day, but before, in high school, Logan used to avoid him like the plague. It wasn't that he didn't like Kendall before; it's just that he had felt really intimidated by him. He was the school's hockey captain, a popular jock well known and talked about by all, and he even had a group of friends that just seemed to follow him everywhere like his personal "posse". He was very intimidating to Logan who was the sort of kid who liked spending more time on his own, holed up in the corner of the library studying for high class subjects like Pre-Calc and AP Biology. It's the reason Logan really never ran into Kendall, they were just too different, and even when he did happen to see him, which happened nearly never, he just walked as fast as he could past his crowd of people.

That was, until college happened.

During the first week of classes, sometime early morning on a rainy late summer Wednesday, Logan had been in line at the small café located on campus with a couple of other students. He'd pretty much been zoned out in his own universe for the most part, reviewing notes he'd taken for his morning comp class, when the consistent noise of loose change ringing brought him out of his daze. He looked to see the guy in front of him searching through his jacket pockets like crazy, muttering curses under his breath as he discovered that each one of them was empty, save for a few pennies. The cashier at the register looked impatient and Logan began to wonder just how long this man had kept her waiting.

Five more seconds passed before the blonde gave up his search and groaned, turning to face the woman at the register as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair and admitted, "I'm sorry, I just, I think I left my wallet in the car…"

The girl rolled her eyes and was about to call "next" when Logan found himself saying, "I'll pay for it." He didn't know what had prompted him to do so, but he supposed he was feeling a little generous, and somewhat sympathetic towards the guy in front of him. He did look a little out of sorts this morning.

"No, no, I mean thanks but you really don't have to." The blonde had protested at his request, but Logan had approached him shaking his head as he pulled out his card and replied, "Don't worry about it. It's just a couple dollars."

"Ah, but seriously it's not like I don't have my money, I could just go back to my car and -"

"Do you really want to go back out to your car in this weather?" Logan looked up at the taller boy besides him quizzically, emphasizing his point by jerking a thumb at the window behind them.

The other boy glanced back, his eyes meeting a rainstorm before breaking a grin to Logan and agreeing, "Touché."

Really, at that time, Logan hadn't even known who he'd been talking to was Kendall Knight. He didn't blame himself either, he wasn't very attentive of faces and, although Kendall's face was right about all over the yearbook, he really hadn't bothered to buy one. So, really, it took a while for recognition to come into play. The discovery had kind of happened at the end of their talking, you'd have thought they introduced themselves first but the conversations they were having over the table with their two cups of coffee ended up taking priority. Besides, thinking back on it now, it was better that Kendall had waited to introduce himself to Logan until the end because in those first 30 minutes of chatter the brunet had been able to paint a picture of who Kendall was without drawing back on what little rumors he'd heard of him in the past. He had been free to judge for himself, and he'd found out Kendall was actually a pretty nice guy, decent, fun and care-free. Logan really liked his attitude.

"So, we never exchanged names." Kendall had pointed out as the two strolled outside the café, walking through the covered pathways as the rain poured around them.

Logan had given a laugh at this, "Good point, I'd have hated to go around calling you "hey guy-I-paid-coffee-for-one-time" whenever I ran into you."

Kendall smirked, "I dunno, sounds like a charming name to me. Long and detailed, very professional, not many people get cool names like that."

"Oh, out to make everyone jealous now?"

"Maybe."

Logan couldn't help but chuckle. He still remembered thinking at that moment how crazy Kendall's sense of humor was, he was really something else.

"But, in all seriousness, I think we should probably call each other by our real names to save us the trouble."

Logan had paused in his walk, Kendall seeming to stop besides him. Brown eyes met emerald green, the shorter brunet offering his right hand as he spoke, "Agreed. My name's Mitchell, Logan Mitchell."

The taller blonde had grinned back, giving Logan's outstretched hand a firm shake as he replied, "Kendall Knight."

All words got stuck in Logan's throat upon hearing this, eyes blowing wide, palms shaking slightly, and he must've looked as stunned as he felt because Kendall had shot him a look of concern asking him what was wrong and if he was okay. "Uh, n-no it's nothing," Logan had responded, eyes looking away as he scratched the back of his neck. "It's just… we went to the same school before."

Then it was Kendall's turn to look shocked, though it quickly turned into enthusiasm as recognition kicked into play and he shouted a rather loud, "Dude, no way! You were Valedictorian! Whoa, I'm having such a memory rush, how did we not know each other?"

Logan was pretty surprised then when Kendall demanded to have his phone number right there and then, the blonde apparently not shy at all despite their only recent confrontation. Since Logan was off to class, Kendall made a promise to call him later so they could meet up for dinner, the blonde eager to learn more about an old schoolmate he hadn't paid much attention to before. It confused the heck out of Logan, but he later figured out that it was part of Kendall's personality to get to know people and make friends. He was a genuine extrovert.

Over dinner Logan learned much about Kendall too. The blonde telling him stories about high school pranks and the long nights of frustration he went through during his senior year just to pass all of his classes. Kendall even joked about how he thought he wasn't going to be able to make it to college back then, but how relieved he was when he found out he got accepted into this nearby university.

"Unfortunately, Palm Woods Uni is the only college I got accepted into." The blonde admitted with a sigh.

Logan was stunned, "What, how come? Your GPA couldn't have been that bad. I mean, you just said you passed."

"Yeah, but I didn't take the whole applying process seriously. I mean, I was always a procrastinator, but gosh waiting to hand in college applications was just an all around bad idea." Kendall gave a shake of his head, "If only I had listened, then maybe I would have gotten into the other universities with everyone else."

"None of your friends are here?"

"Not really. It's not like PWU is a popular University anyway, it's all local and you know how everyone wants to get out of town."

"Are you serious? You knew a lot of people! There has got to be at least-"

"Keyword being "friends", I had a lot of acquaintances back in high school Logan, so yeah, they're around, but not anyone I was really close too."

"Oh…" The brunet felt like an idiot for jumping into such assumptions about another person so quickly. How could he not consider Kendall's own opinions on the matter?

"Don't look so hurt man, it's not like I expected you to know." Kendall gave the other a light punch on the arm causing Logan to break a small smile. "But hey, what about you, you were Valedictorian, got lots of awards, what are you doing PWU of all places? Shouldn't you be in Ivy League like Princeton or Harvard? I heard you were pretty bright."

"Well, not that I expected you to know," Logan couldn't help grinning as he said this, Kendall reciprocating across from him, "but my parents used to tell me that going to an Ivy League institution really meant nothing in comparison to life success. Like, for example, my Dad went to a small university and now he's a top doctor and my Uncle went to Princeton and he ended up a high school teacher."

"Wow, talk about a serious let down." Kendall tried not to smile at the irony.

"Yeah, so, yknow in that case I might as well attend any university I want." Logan offered a shrug. "I liked PWU anyway. It's relatively small, great professors, or so I've heard, some good programs, why not?"

"Well I'm glad you decided to, because now I have someone to hang with."

Logan was so utterly surprised by Kendall's statement then - popular high school jock Kendall wanted to hang out with a nobody like him? - that he had almost choked on his forkful of pasta. Thankfully, he had caught himself before he did, swallowing casually, or as casually as he could, before daring to look up into sparkling green eyes that matched the blonde's gentle smile.

It had been then that Logan's heart had skipped a beat for the first time. He hadn't thought much of it back then, told himself that it was a natural reaction on par with his surprise, but what he didn't know was that it was only the first time of many that would follow, an occurrence that would eventually become an everyday thing. And, well, now here he was.

'How did things become so complicated?' Logan asked himself a question he seemed to be asking himself more frequently as he leaned over an opened textbook in the university library. His mind was far from the words that lay out before him, not that he could really care.

His relationship with Kendall had started out relatively simple. They had become friends, rather quickly too, just hanging out whenever they got the chance, talking, and really that had been all that it was. Logan had been especially grateful, the last real friend he had was someone he had met in the 8th grade and they were slowly losing contact, and he was glad he had someone new around him that actually seemed to want to be a part of his life. Thus he assumed his excitement was also part of wanting to get to know Kendall the same way the blonde wanted to know him, and he didn't question, at least not until that one day Kendall had put an arm over his shoulder.

It had been a wonder to him that the blonde did not seem to hear or feel the loud pounding of his heart in that moment. Kendall just kept right on talking, not that Logan could make out any of the words, his brain was still trying to process the fact that the blonde was pressed into his side, his soothing warm body comforting him more than he thought it would.

Things got complicated from then on. Logan began noticing things, their close proximity, touches. He got addicted to the sound of the other's laugh, his merriment, smug grins. Soon he began to think of Kendall when he wasn't even around. It was like an obsession, and he couldn't get enough.

'There is something wrong with me.' Logan couldn't help thinking to himself as he let out a sigh and flipped past another page of the textbook. He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to feel these things about his new guy friend, plus he was sure Kendall probably didn't think about him as much as he did. It was all just him and, goodness, he needed to do something to fix it soon before the blonde took any notice of his… weirdness.

The brunet chanced a glance at the clock to his right. 10:30 pm, yikes it was getting close to closing time.

'No point in sticking around anyway, I'm not really absorbing any of the information.' Logan decided, getting up and shoving papers in his bag as he closed the opened textbook, the brunet set on just going straight to bed for the night. His problems with Kendall held too much of his attention right now for him to focus.

"Logan…?"

The sound of another voice coming out of nowhere from beside him caused the brunet to jump. A glance to his right and, oh speak of the devil, Kendall Knight stood only a couple of feet away from him, backpack slung messily over his left shoulder with his right hand gripping the strap.

"H-hey Kendall," the shorter managed to breathe out, offering a small wave with his left hand as he straightened up, trying not to look like he'd been thinking about him the whole time.

The blonde was now smiling, "Dude, how long have you been here?"

"I came here some three hours ago after our meet up at dinner." He answered as he zipped up his bag and whipped it onto his back, "Why?"

"Agh, no way, we were in the same building the whole time and we didn't know! You should've just told me, we could've come together." Kendall leaned over and helped in carrying the other books Logan had had piled on the desk beside him. "They say studying in groups does help some you know."

Logan highly doubted that Kendall's physical presence would've helped him anymore than his mental image. Not that he could really tell him that. "Well then, next time I'll be sure to let you know about it."

"Awesome."

The boys made a detour to the front desk where they handed back the books they'd borrowed from course reserve before bidding the librarians goodbye as they made their way out the front doors.

"So, where you going?" Kendall popped the question as soon as they stepped out, the blonde making it sound as if it wasn't anywhere near midnight.

"Uh, to my dorm." Logan answered back somewhat awkwardly, he had thought it was something that was fairly obvious, but apparently not…

"Walk you back?" Kendall offered.

Logan's ears perked up at this but, before he could get his hopes up, he quickly declined. "Er, uhm, you really don't have to, I mean, you kind of have to get back to your own place -"

"The parking garage is right near there anyway."

Kendall sounded like he really wasn't let this go. Not that the brunet minded. So he gave in. "Oh… okay then."

Thus the two boys walked, side by side in silence down the empty walkways of the university, the only sounds being the blow of the wind and rustling of leaves as they passed by. Normally the walk home would be one of anxiety and also somewhat depressing, what with the only lights being dim ones attached to the walls making campus look dreary, but having Kendall at his side eased Logan's mind and made him content. Sometimes it was amazing how, just knowing that Kendall was with him, picked up his mood straight away. Whether he talked at all did not even matter.

A fierce gust of wind rammed into them right then, the boys shielding their eyes from the leaves that threatened to pierce their line of sight.

"Whoah," Kendall exclaimed as he brushed remnants of dirt out of his bangs, "you'd have thought we were in a hurricane."

"No kidding," Logan agreed with a cough. "Gosh, autumn winds are c-crazy."

It was then that Kendall caught sight of the slight trembles that Logan's body gave, the small boy attempting to warm up by rubbing his hands along his forearms. This kid is out of his mind, he thought as he took note of the lack of layer of clothing he was wearing, the long-sleeved black sweater and a white tee underneath but nothing else.

Shaking his head the blonde quickly shrugged his caramel leather jacket off his shoulders before stepping behind his friend and wrapping it tightly over his shoulders. The brunet looked up at him, wide-eyed, Kendall finding he rather liked his expression, and to this he replied simply, "If you were cold, you should've told me."

Logan was flustered but attempted to hide it by biting out, "I don't need to be babied."

"Someone who doesn't wear a jacket at this time of the fall season definitely needs to be babied." Kendall teased as he nudged the other with his shoulder. "Now shut up and enjoy the warmth of the jacket okay?"

Logan couldn't stop his lips upturning into a small smile at this, his fingers pulling the edges of the coat closer to himself as his eyes turned to gaze to the floor as the trotted along. He couldn't deny that it was a nice shield from the freezing temperature, yes, and he did enjoy being encased in a cloth worn by Kendall, the thought alone making him feel somewhat giddy. Gosh he was so weird getting so happy over something so little, but the thought alone didn't make the moment any less pleasurable.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye that the boys soon found themselves standing outside the front entrance to the building that held the Northern dorms, their walk ending far too quickly for Logan's comfort. For once he cursed PWU for being built such a small university, and then he cursed at himself for even wanting more of Kendall's time. Wasn't he supposed to stop this obsession?

"Well, here you are Logan." Kendall gestured to the pale green and cream colored facility situated before them. "Escorted home safe and sound by yours truly."

"Not that I couldn't have made it back here myself," Logan emphasized this by drawing out the last word, "but I'll agree that you did an okay job as an escort."

"Oh, only an "okay"? Well thanks Logan, I'm going to have to go home and cry. Way to ruin my hopes for my future dream job."

Logan gave a smirk, "You're welcome."

Kendall returned the gesture, and held out his hand as he demanded jokingly, "Now give me back my coat you ungrateful customer."

The brunet let out a laugh at this, slightly hesitating but pulling off the jacket that encased his shoulders, letting the fabric slip out softly from in between his fingers as Kendall pulled it out from his grasp, the two exchanging smiles.

"So… I'll see you tomorrow?" Kendall asked, holding the jacket almost endearingly with his both hands, although Logan was convinced he was letting himself believe that.

"Yeah, around noon, usual place."

"Cool, so, see you then."

"Yup," and with that Logan offered a wave, turning on his heels and he walked slowly away, hoping it didn't seem too obvious that he wished Kendall could've gave him a hug before departure. Just before he was about to enter the front doors, however, he heard the blonde let out a shout of his name.

"Logan!"

The brunet spun around. "Yeah?"

"Wear something warm tomorrow! In case you haven't noticed, it's getting cold!"

Gosh Kendall, he thought, I'm not five.

"I will mom!" Logan joked nonetheless, slipping in through the sliding doors before the blonde could further respond.

Kendall hadn't planned to anyway, only shaking his head at the small boy's comment, watching him through the glass as he walked down the lobby and disappeared into the elevator. Kendall stood there for a while afterwards, simply wondering what floor Logan's dorm resided on, or what it looked like, imaging the brunet return from a long day of classes and work, plopping down onto his mattress, snuggling into his pillow for a nice sleep—

Catching himself Kendall let out a sigh before turning around and walking back to the parking garage where he needed to be. Really, he thought about Logan way too much for his own good, thoughts much like the ones moments ago crossing his mind every now and then during mornings and nights, it was becoming fairly obvious he was developing a hard crush on the eighteen year old genius.

But as he trudged on down the silent walkways, through the cluster of trees, soft light projecting his path, his jacket that Logan just recently wore clutched to his chest, Kendall couldn't help wondering to himself one thing.

Was he alone in these feelings?