So Hi people, welcome to my new story lovies, I have a problem...every time I end a story I always go YAY LESS STRESS, and then, the next thing I know I'm writing another story..ugh,I got problems. Anyways, to explain the plot, basically Kendall is twenty one, and he's super famous,and CRAZY talented, though he's always felt like a bit of a hoe because he was discovered when he was sixteen, and the guy who found him knows he would do anything to be famous, and he took advantage of him, and Kendall ended up giving him his virginity, so all the back ground guy's (manager,agents,lawyers,producers,etc) know that Kendall will sleep with them if they threaten his career, because he loves it so much, but then his manager quits and Kendall's agent, (Carlos) who is also his best friend, and the only person who's never taken advantage of him, highers Logan because he's supposed to be the best, and Logan's super up tight, and always scolds Kendall,you know where I'm going with this...anyways, so here's the first chapter. Also I'm tired of using Kendall's mom's name,Jennifer, and Katie for his sister,plus something bad happens to them so I thought If I used there real names it would upset me too much, so I changed it. Basically, this chapter is mainly just Kendall's back story.

Kendall Knight was born in Minnesota in 1990, to Allison Davis, soon to be Knight, and Daniel Knight, who were from Kansas.

Allison and Daniel meet in there junior year of high school, Allison had lived in Kansas her whole entire life, she was quiet and shy, and sheltered, by her parents.

But that all changed when Daniel came to Kansas, he was a real city slicker, straight out of New York, and the moment he was first seen, people either wanted to be like him and began to copied him if they were a boy, and if a girl they wanted to date him, or you either told him to get the hell outta town.

A lot of girls wanted Daniel Knight for there own, but Daniel never showed any interest in them, he shooed them off, and gave the shy,cute ones a little flirt, to make them feel nice.

Allison Davis was the only one who didn't throw themselves at Daniel, and she was also the one who admired and liked him the most. There science teacher paired them up as lab partners for the whole year, and they quickly fell in love with one another.

The classic fairy tale.

Except there was story book ending.

Right after high school Allison fell pregnant with Daniels child, when her parents found out, she was kicked out of the house, and Daniel's parents were the same.

Thankfully, Daniel had a rich uncle in New York that always gave him ridiculous amount of money for his birthday every years, a $600 every birthday for seventeen years, and Daniel never spent a penny of it,wanting to save it for something important, and he figured that making and supporting a family with his soul mate,was by far the most important thing in the world.

Daniel had been working at the town store for two years by then, and had made around another ten thousand dollars,minus the things he had spent.

That night, Daniel gave Allison a night to pack, and to sneak into her parents old ranch house when they were sleeping, by slipping threw the broken, screen,back door, and go into her old bedroom and grab any clothes or money that she could.

Daniel had done the same, except he didn't have to sneak in because his parents forgot to take away his keys, he took as much cloths and other things as he could.

And the next night, Daniel was driving in the minivan that his parents had given him to get around, with Allison in the passengers seat,fast asleep, with all there things jiggling around in back of the van, and $20,200, driving to Minnesota.

Allison and Daniel were able to get a decent size apartment, and they were both found jobs, and it was really hard at first, there power had been turned off multiple times and so had there water, but they made it threw, and as time went things got easier.

Seven months after they had gone to Minnesota, there daughter Emily Natalie Knight was born, and two years later they had a son named Kendall Francis Knight.

Three years after Kendall was born, there whole world went up into flames.

Literally.

It had been a beautiful, calm summer night in Minnesota, Daniel had his sons hand in his own as they walked back to the street that they lived on. The smell of fresh grass and lavender filled the air, and the light summer breeze had felt magical on Kendall's rosie cheeks.

Daniel was spinning Kendall around, smiling as he heard the little boy's giggles as they filled the quiet night air, Daniel had picked Kendall up and kissed his temple.

"I love you,sweetheart." Daniel had told him.

Kendall had giggled and kissed his nose,making Daniel laugh.

"I wove ya ta daddy." Kendall said,with three year old pronunciation.

They had rounded the corner and everything about that calm night had changed, there whole block was up in flames, it seemed that a wild fire had spread onto the wooden apartments, and everything was up in flames.

People and children were running around in the streets, screaming and crying for there loved ones, or children or parents, half burnt people came sobbing out of other house, the smell of burning flesh and wood filled the air,along with the screams of dying people.

Daniel had ran to the front of there apartment building, with horrified eyes, knowing his daughter, and the women he had always loved where stuck in there.

Daniel placed Kendall down on the ground, in a safe place, and had kissed all over his babies face, and hugged him tight.

"I love you,Kendall. Always remember that baby. Your my angel. I love you. Daddy will be right back."

With that Daniel pulled his so into his arms for the last time, and ran into the burning house.

...Daddy never came back.

...and neither did mommy.

...and big sister didn't either.

When the fires were put out, a young fireman found Kendall, still sitting were his daddy had left him, black soot in his hair, and ashes all over his cloths, the fireman had tried to take Kendall away,but Kendall said he couldn't,because he couldn't move until his daddy came back.

The fireman looked like he was going to cry, and he went into the remands of the house, that had then cooled down, all he could find was two things.

One, a photo album that had pictures of the family, it had been made of a glass like metal with the name Knight carved into it, inside of it, the pictures remanded unharmed, except for the light burns on the edges.

And the second thing that he had found was a gold necklace, will golden chains, there were letters, D, A,E,K with little emerald charms hanging on either side of the letters, and that was it.

Nothing else.

They didn't even find there bodies.

The fireman had given Kendall the photo album, and had tied the necklace around his little, slender neck, and had said,

"The never left. This is them. They'll always be with you. Even if you cant see them. There in here." He pointed,to the album, then the necklace, then to Kendall's heart.

"And no one can take that away from you. The love you and your family shared...it'll always be real, always be alive,even if there not."

The fireman had taken Kendall into his arms then, and Kendall had snuggled into his warm,safe,chest, and had cried, and the young man, that couldn't have been more then twenty two, held him back, and cried too, for the little boy that was now all alone, and had lost his family.

The next twelve years of Kendall's life, he was shipped to foster home, to foster home, to couple to couple, to family and family, he was there and gone so fast sometimes, Kendall thought that he was dreaming, and other times,he was there for so long, he wondered if he had ever lived anywhere else.

The longest he had ever stayed some where was four about five months, he had been adopted by a couple in there mid-forties,there names were Harold and Mabel Morris ,Mabel was nice, she always made sure that Kendall ate enough, and had nice clothes, but Harold was alcoholic.

But then Kendall had came out to them as gay, Mable hadn't minded, but Harold had been a complete homophobe, and had brought him back to the orphanage.

From then on,Kendall stayed away from being adopted as best he could, when people came to the orphanage to look at children, and meet them, Kendall stayed as far away as possible.

He didn't want to get adopted...at least not any more.

He wanted something...solid. Something, for sure.

He didn't want to get close to a family,like he had with Mable and then been forced away from them,because they couldn't accept him for who he was.

He just wanted someone to love him.

Anyone.

When Kendall had entered High School he found his true passion in life, he realized it had always been there,under the service, just waiting to be unleashed.

He loved music.

Any kind of music. Country,Rap,Hip-Hop,Punk-Rock,Heavy Metal,Pop..anything, he loved the power of it, the way it struck him to his core, and made his heart swell.

By his sophomore year he was head of the choir and drama group at his school,he starred in anything musical that he could be in.

When Kendall had turned sixteen, and guy from a record label had came to Minnesota, along with his talent scoot, he wanted to find his next big thing, and he was sure Minnesota was the place, his name was George Falcon.

He was a good twenty five years old then Kendall was, he had gray tinted black hair, and sly,cold gray eyes that could spot out talent in millions, and a icy smirk that could make anyone shiver.

The head of the Orphanage,Julia, had encouraged him to go, knowing how much of a beautiful voice he had.

And it was true. Kendall Knight has insane musical talent. He could write songs in his sleep, could play the drums,guitar,bass and piano blind folded, and he had a voice that out did a angels.

So he did.

Kendall out did everyone else at those auditions, no question about it, George knew he had found his new star. Kendall's voice could put stars to shame.

But something else George knew...was two things.

One...Kendall Knight would do anything to succeed in the music industry and to have his dream come true.

And Two...Kendall Knight was one gorgeous piece of ass.

And taking that information into consideration...he came to this conclusion.

He was horny...he hadn't gotten laid since he left LA...and this boy, was sexy,desperate talent.

Kendall still remembered that day, the way he had begged George to do anything else, that he would do anything else for him, he remembered the way George had said if he wanted it,he would have to give it.

And Kendall did.

He still remembered walking threw the large,hotel lobby, how cold the stair way to his room was, how hot the hallway was, how over done the hotel room was, how the bedroom smelled like orange's and to much perfume.

The way George had pulled all his clothes off, striped him naked, and made him lay out on the cold bed, his modesty exposed to the grown man,that could have been his father.

He remembered the way George had entered his virgin ass harshly, with no care,not giving a damn as Kendall cried into the pillow that his face was stuffed into.

And he also remembered the way that George had pushed him out of bed afterwards, congratulating him on being a good fuck,and his new career.

And Kendall limped all way back to the orphanage,after being practically raped, and certainly used.

The next morning...

A limo was waiting outside for Kendall...

...along with his new life.

That night Kendall was shipped away to LA, and he changed the world of music forever, Kendall was better then the best in months, he was a millionaire in under half a year, his life was changed. He loved all of it, he loved making music, meeting his fans, meeting the people he had admired for so long, and now actually admired him.

He was no longer Kendall Knight.

He was now...

The Kendall Knight.

Did that suck as much as I thought it did? This idea has been eating away at me for a while now so...hope you liked? This was just Kendall's back story, but I thought you all should know, who he was and where he came from,before you met him,if that makes sense? Anyways,hope you enjoyed and please review.

Lot's of Love,

Sarah