This is my first time ever pairing anyone like this. It's a little on the angst side but only a little tell me what you think if you will.

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They would say she was the one taking advantage of him, her being older and all. They would think she was supposed to be the mature one, the one to stop this no good relationship before it began. She was supposed to push him away – tell him it wasn't at all right what they had begun. Their 'real' relationship began when he had turned eighteen, and she twenty-five, so nothing was illegal, sort of, though, that hardly meant it wasn't wrong. Because if it was wrong, they wouldn't have hidden it the way they had. It had become exciting – the lying and sneaking around, the over whelming rushing of almost getting caught. They played fast and loose. Honestly, it was no surprise when the call came one morning, telling her about the tabloid story.

She was supposed to push him away.

When she left her apartment that morning, she had eighty-nine missed calls half of which from Logan, and half a dozen reporters outside. They bombarded her with questions:

"How long has this been going on?"

"Are you in love?"

"Who initiated first contact?"

"Did this begin when he was still a minor?"

She ignored them, pushing through them. She had to get to Gustavo, and explain… explain what? That everything in that magazine was true? That, every photo of her and Logan was real. She could explain that their relationship had begun after he turned eighteen. That…

The woman slammed her car door closed after her; the cell phone clutched tightly in her hand began vibrating once again. She glanced down at it through her large black sunglasses – Logan. She answered, remaining silent as backed out of her parking space, not caring if she hit any reporters.

"Kelly," his voice cracks. His voice is so young right then, so desperate.

"I'm going to see Gustavo right now." She quickly says and hangs up. He calls right back only she lets it go without answering.

The crowd of reporters in front of her apartment was anything compared to amount in front of the agency was nothing. Add that with the amount of outraged fan girls, Kelly was unsure if getting out of her car was a good idea.

This was her punishment and she had to face it head on. She got from the car, her head down and headed towards the front. There was a few seconds of the crowd not noticing her, long enough for her to make it half-way to the guarded doors.

"That's her!" Someone yelled making her pick up her speed, sliding through the held open door the guards were holding open.

W

"Oh Kelly," Gustavo says, shaking his head at her.

The woman kept her eyes on her feet, her hands clasped in front of her. The big man leaned forward on his desk looking at her intently.

"Tell me when this began he was eighteen, Kelly. I can work with that." Honestly, she had expected a bigger explosion from the very short fused man, not this. Not this, this, obvious concern for her. This was in so many ways worse.

"He was… almost eighteen."

The man leaned back with a sigh, removing his glasses. "Good God, Kelly." His disappointment was suffocating.

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing to me for?" He yelled loudly, making her flinch. "Kelly, leave, you being here is only going to make things worse. Go home for a few days, until all this calms down."

"You think it will?" She asked softly.

"No" He answered truthfully.

"Am I fired?" She asked bluntly.

"I'm not actually sure yet!" He yelled again. "I'm giving you advice. Leave before Griffin gets here." He turned his chair around, dismissing her.

Kelly blinked quickly fighting back rebellious tears, swallowing dryly before turning around. She entered the hallway, her legs weak. Composing herself she turned and started down the hallway, looking from the ground she came to a halt, her eyes landing a group of boys heading up the hallway. They also stop.

Her stomach churns when his eyes fall on her behind a pair of black sunglasses. He takes a step towards her. She covers her mouth with her hand and turns left, bursting into the women's restroom and into a stall, empting her stomach into the toilet.

The woman is vaguely aware of a door opening and closing, she quickly removes herself from hugging the toilet and locks her stall. She wipes her mouth with her hand.

"Kelly, can I talk to you?" Kendall, it wasn't who she was expecting.

Taking a breath she unlocks her stall and takes a step out walking by Kendall who was leaning against the other stall's closed door. She turns on the faucet cupping water and drinking from her hands. Her eyes briefly met the leader of Big Time Rush's in the mirror.

"He's worried about you. He thinks this is his fault and he thinks you're going to get fired because of him." The boy says his frown deepening with each word.

Kelly turned off the faucet, her eyes on her fingers.

"He told us that he had no idea how this relationship started, h – "

Kelly balled her fingers and turned around to face the blond. "I really have to get out of here and… Being caught in the women's bathroom with you would probably make things worse." Her eyes went towards the bathroom door. "I'm leaving…" She moved around him exiting out.

W

Kelly sat on her sofa, her legs underneath her, her eyes on the television which were on a talk show which currently showing Logan's mother. It had been nearly a month since the news had hit about her affair with Logan and things had calmed down a little. Well, she hadn't exactly left her apartment in a while.

A surveillance camera video had appeared that was dated three months before Logan's eighteenth birthday, showing him exiting her apartment building. That was evidence that things had started before he was no longer a minor.

"You're very outraged by this." The host commented to the woman. "I mean, you have every right to be, but he was seventeen when this started. But name a seventeen year old boy that hasn't wanted to sleep with an older woman."

Mrs. Mitchell shook her head. "Logan isn't like that; he's a very level headed young man. Besides, that's not what it's about here. What this is about is the abuse of power that this woman had over my son. She took advantage of him." Kelly closed her eyes. It hadn't been love; they didn't love each other, which maybe could have been an excuse, not a good one, but an excuse. No it had been a fling. The first time a mistake – the time after that a conscious mistake, all the others driven by, she had no idea. She had been lonely, tired of only having nothing but work. It was selfish of her, she thought.

"What is it you would like to happen to this woman?" The host asked after the audience applause.

"How about officially firing her from her job? Why hasn't that happened yet?" The woman questioned. "What it was she actually did is against company policy. She needs to be fired."

Kelly clicked off her television – she would quit. In a way she already had, though she was sure they would fire her anyway.

Her door bell rang, she ignored it. It was probably reporters who had gotten by the apartments security. Instead she brought her legs to her and buried her face into them. Her cell phone vibrated against her, without looking at it, the woman denied the call. When the loud pounding started she looked up and at her door. "Please answer your door, Kelly!" Logan's voice on the other side made her frown. She chewed on her lip. The neighbors would hear him. "I need to talk to you!" Hesitantly, she got on her feet and moved towards her door, freezing with her hand on the handle. "I'm not leaving until you answer."

She opened her door, for the first time in a month coming face to face with Logan. They stared at each for a while, brown eyes clashing with brown eyes. Kelly looks away first, moving back allowing him room to enter her apartment.

He enters and she closes up after him. Then, she moves to the couch, sitting down and instantly grabbing a pillow and placing it over stomach, hugging it to her. She fumbles with a loose thread on it instead of looking at Logan.

He takes a seat in the chair across from her, she takes note of that. When she looks up at him he looks nervous, uncertain, and… young.

"I'm talking to Gustavo and Griffin, you shouldn't have to lose your job for what we…" He trailed.

"Yes I should." She interrupted with a sigh. "What I did was wrong." She tried to smile but it came off strained.

"It isn't like you did it by yourself!" He yelled, obviously annoyed by the way she was acting. "I'm not a minor! You… you didn't actually do anything wrong."

Kelly stared at him for a while quietly. "Why are you here Logan?" She asked dryly.

He frowned. "I wanted to see if you were alright."

"I'm fine."

"Why are you the only one getting into trouble for this?" He asked bluntly. "I – "

"I'm the adult." The woman answered.

"I'm an adult too." He told her firmly. "It isn't like you took advantage of me!"

"A lot of people think I did." She commented slightly detached.

"You didn't!" The young man yelled.

"You should be with Camille, begging for her forgiveness." He had cheated on the girl with her after all and now it was out in the open for everyone to see. He cared about Camille and she was only a thing.

He was quiet after she had said that.

"You have your whole life in front of you Logan; don't let this destroy what you've worked hard for. It was a mistake. A mistake we both should move on from."

"But…"

"You should leave," the woman continued to talk. "Go back home and move on from this."

Logan opened his mouth to likely argue.

"Are you going to say you want to be with me? Give up everything for me, because trust me… This scandal will ruin you." When he was slow to respond the woman stood, keeping her pillow placed over her stomach and walked to her door opening it. "Bye Logan," She told him.

He only stared for a while worriedly for a while and got up, walking slowly towards her door. She avoided looking at him.

He left without another word.

Continued…