63Logan slipped down the dark halls of Rocque Records toward the custodial closet, trying to be as quiet as he possibly could as to not awaken Mrs. Knight and have his plans ruined.
It wasn't quite one-thirty yet, but he had awoken to find Kendall's cot empty.
After reaching the closet and gently closing the door behind him, he climbed up the shelf and hoisted himself once more into the room above.
Like the previous night, Kendall was sitting by the glass wall, gazing out at the cityscape.
Logan thought he looked beautiful; the greenish-blue of night washing over his features. He couldn't see the color of his eyes from this distance, but he knew they were that beautiful brook-green color—the kind that someone almost expects to see tadpoles in. He smiled and crossed the room, plopping down next to him.
"Hey," he half-whispered.
Kendall looked at him and smiled. "Hey Logie."
His smile was contagious; Logan's light smile broke out into a grin almost immediately.
They sat there for a long moment, quiet; simply smiling at each other. Then Kendall broke the silence, whispering: "Did you want to talk about something, or did you tell me to come up here just so we could lose even more sleep?"
Logan chuckled. "Yeah, I did."
"Yeah to the talking, or yeah to the staying awake?"
He laughed. "Yeah to the talking."
Kendall grinned. "Then talk."
Logan scooted a little bit closer and gazed up at him. He cleared his throat.
"We're best friends and all..." His voice suddenly trailed off. It didn't make sense: Kendall already liked him, so why was he so nervous all of a sudden? He looked away.
Kendall raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Yeah, I know we're best friends."
Logan made himself look at him again. He swallowed. "Can we be more than just that?" he finally whispered.
Kendall's eyes widened. A blush swept across his cheeks. "Really?" And then he smiled: a smile so bright Logan found it even more contagious than the previous one.
He nodded. "Yes. I just—I just don't know from what point you want to start from."
Kendall's eyes began to sparkle. "Whatever point you want, Logie."
Logan took a deep breath. "Then how about this one?" He leaned forward and gently kissed him, taking the time to relish the familiarity and the unknown; just like the first time.
And he didn't stop there. He grasped Kendall's shoulders and pulled himself into his lap, and he in turn, hugged him so close that Logan could feel his heartbeat against his own chest. He sank against him, reaching up and lightly running his fingers through his hair.
Finally he pulled away, searching his still-wide eyes for an answer.
"Are you okay?" he suddenly whispered.
Kendall gave him a long look. Finally he nodded, smiling and hugging him even tighter. Logan squeezed him back, tucking his head onto his shoulder.
He wasn't sure how long they stayed like that: fifteen, maybe twenty minutes. But finally Kendall spoke, prompting him to lift his head and look at him.
"So, what are we now?"
Logan shrugged. It was a good question, but he didn't really have an answer. Then one came to him; one that he liked the sound of.
"We're the same," he started. "We're still best friends—that hasn't changed. But we're also a little more special than that." Labels weren't important; within time they would figure out exactly what they were. It was just going to take a little bit of time; a little bit of discovering.
Kendall smiled. "I like that."
Logan resettled himself, smiling into his neck. "Now all we have to do is tell Carlos and James," he murmured.
Kendall chuckled. "Actually, I think they already know. Look."
Logan looked up and followed his gaze.
Carlos was sitting cross-legged on the floor by the trap door, and James was peeking in from the opening in the floor, undoubtedly standing on the shelf below him. They waved.
Logan blushed. "How long have you guys been there?"
"Long enough," James called. He pulled himself into the room, walking over. Carlos stood up and followed him, and they sat down next to them simultaneously.
"Finally," Carlos commented. He stuck his tongue out.
James laughed. "Seriously."
Kendall grinned at them. "Thanks guys."
Carlos waved him away. "Nah, you don't need to say thanks to anyone. After all, it's your doing that we're all out here in L.A. in the first place."
At this they all stared out into the cityscape, silent. But Logan knew they were all thinking about the same thing.
"What if we never make it?" James finally whispered.
Logan felt Kendall shift beneath him. "Then we'll just keep coming back," he announced. "And we'll keep doing it until we do—even if it's without Gustavo or Griffin or anybody else, because you know what? We're the best team there ever was."
And they all smiled at this, because it was true.
"Thanks buddy," James said.
They resumed their silent lookout over the city, and eventually Logan grew tired. He looked away from the window and saw that he wasn't the only one who was succumbing to sleep: Carlos was already drooling on James's pajama sleeve.
He smiled. Kendall was right—they were the best team ever, especially now that they were all beginning to bond in new, different ways—even if all their relationships were of the unnamed variety.
Content, he buried his face into Kendall's neck again. He fell asleep, knowing that tomorrow held another day.