First off, I need to apologize profusely for holding off on this update for so long. I'm so, so, so, SO sorry :( I've been terribly busy and overwhelmed with life, college, school, etc. I'm surprised there was no angry mob hunting me down. I would have deserved it completely :(

Second of all, this is THE LAST CHAPTER of this fanfic :'( I know, it's rather sad, but the good news? It ends happily (of course :) I wouldn't have it any other way) AND there will be a sequel if you guys want one. Eventually. I just don't know when I'll be able to write it. Maybe after this semester of college is over? I've got about 3 or 4 more weeks in the semester - it's bittersweet because it's nice to know it will be over soon, but the stress level is ridiculous :( So let me know if you want a sequel or not! Also, I have a giant project brewing with RomeoPride, Kendalls Logiebear, and Rhett9. It shall be the fanfic of all fanfics :D BUT I don't know when that will be born. Time will tell.

And NOW, the moment you've all been waiting for (At least I like to think you've all been on the edge of your seats for this ;) haha). The final chapter to "When A Brother Is Not Enough." A giant and much needed "thank you, I love you" to all my reviewers of this fanfic will be in an extremely long author note at the end of this chapter, BUT I've already kept you waiting forever, so without further delay, a time skip to the wedding in Kendall's POV.

I hope you enjoy! :)

"Kendall – seriously, dude. You need to breathe. Everything is going to be okay," Carlos said, slowly rubbing a hand up and down my back in a comforting manner.

I banged my head once again on the cherry wood vanity before looking up into the mirror into my distraught face. I ran my trembling hands through my hair, pulling it slightly in pure nerves.

"But I'm freaking out, Carlos!" I exclaimed, unable at this point to control my shaking body and the volume of my voice.

"What if Logan changes his mind and leaves me at the altar? Why would he want to be tied down to ME for the rest of his life?" I lamented before once again tugging at my hair.

Carlos removed my hands from my head before I could pull all my disheveled hair out and squeezed them tightly.

I have never, ever been this nervous at any point in my entire life.

But it wasn't uncommon for anything that had to do with Logan to make me experience foreign facets of myself.

Today's my wedding day, I kept repeating to myself in my head.

Today is the day I will be forever joined to my beautiful, perfect, Greek god of a best friend and lover. It's all I've ever wanted – all I'll ever need.

But those pre-wedding jitters?

They have successfully taken over my entire body, consuming any ounce of over-excitement I should have been feeling and replacing it with an overwhelming nervousness that brought tears to my eyes.

I love Logan. I love him more than I've ever loved anyone or anything. He makes me happy. He makes me feel safe. I would do anything for him. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with him…But what if he regrets his decision and runs off into the sunset with Camille? What if Camille shows up and ruins this for me somehow? Speaking of Camille, where has she been? Why… "KENDALL!" Carlos exclaimed, shaking me both physically and mentally from my relentless thoughts.

"Get out of that head of yours for a minute and just listen to me," Carlos began in a frighteningly serious tone for my usually sarcastic, joking Latino friend.

I met his eyes, trying to will these stupid tears to stop falling from my eyes.

I was a legitimate wreck.

This is what Logan does to me…

Carlos forced me to make eye contact with him before he continued his spiel.

With his hands still firmly grasping my shoulders, as if he were holding me together, he lectured, "Logan loves you. He always has. Even if he had never proposed to you, he'd STILL be tied down to you no matter what for the rest of his life because he's ALWAYS loved you and he would do ANYTHING for you! Do you hear me?"

I nodded my head slowly and brushed away with a shaking hand the stupid tears staining my disgraceful face.

What does Logan even see in me? He's absolutely perfect, flawless, beautiful…And I am so far from any of that…

It wasn't long before I was interrupted from my self-deprecating thoughts once again when James came up behind Carlos and wrapped his muscular arms around the little Latino's waist, kissing his cheek and pulling him into his lap.

"How's our little Kendall holding up, sweetheart?" he asked Carlos with a smirk before kissing his cheek again.

Carlos blushed a deep blush, visible no matter how tan his complexion was, and removed his hands from my shoulders to envelope James's hands around his waist. I couldn't help but think how adorable it all was.

"He's freaking out, babe. He thinks Logan will leave him at the altar and run off with Camille," Carlos answered, venom threatening to enter his tone as it said Camille's name when he was finally able to regain his composure.

My head shot up from my fumbling hands in my lap, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Could Carlos read my mind or something?

"Kendall," James began, resting a hand gently on my shaking shoulder after disentangling his fingers from Carlos's. "Logan would never leave you. He would never hurt you. You should know that by now."

I sighed heavily, wiping yet another tear from my eyes. "But what if he takes one look at me coming down the aisle, realizes how ugly I am, and runs away? Not that I'd blame him..."

"Kendall Francis Mitchell, don't you ever say that about yourself again!" James exclaimed with a stern gaze while Carlos nodded furiously in agreement.

"My name isn't Mitchell yet, James..." I began with a violent blush at the sound of it before James, interrupting my protests, continued.

"Kendall, seriously, if you weren't so head over heels in love with Logan and he wasn't so heels over head in love with you, and if I didn't have this lovely little Latino sitting in my lap right now, I'd seriously do you without hesitation," James said with a wink and a smirk, making me blush slightly though I knew he was joking...I think. Carlos lightly slapped him on the arm for that comment. But Carlos was chuckling all the while.

"James is right though, Kendall – you're drop-dead gorgeous, okay?" Carlos continued from his pretty boy boyfriend's tangent, winking at me as well.

This time it was James turn to lightly slap Carlos, though he too was chuckling through it all.

"How about this, Kendall?" James began, his tone growing a little more serious. Or at least I thought...

"If Logan were to leave you at the altar – WHICH HE WOULD NEVER DO – and run away with Camille – WHICH HE ALSO WOULD NEVER DO – then you, Carlos, and I will just be a couple," he continued in a tone that was impossible to pinpoint as joking or serious.

Before I could react in any way, Carlos chimed in. "Wouldn't that make us a trio, rather than a couple, Jamesy?"

My two best friends were chuckling, almost as if they actually were more serious than joking, but I didn't have time to contemplate their true meaning.
Leave it to James and Carlos to make me laugh and temporarily forget about how much I was freaking out inside.

While we were sharing a lighthearted laugh, my mom entered the room.

"Are you ready, honey?" she asked, still looking down at her checklist, most likely making sure everything was going as planned.

But when she looked up at me, she dropped her checklist, opened her arms wide, enveloped me in a hug, and let a few stray tears fall down her face.

"My baby boy is all grown up," she sniffled.

James and Carlos laughed again, causing me to blush yet again.

"You are a real knockout right now, Knight," James said through light chuckles.

"James is right, Kendall," Carlos agreed.

"I know I'll regret this later, but I think you look better than I do right now," James joked, almost disbelievingly, but good-naturedly nonetheless.

Carlos chuckled, mouthing silently, "He's right, you know." I tried to hold back my laughter.

"Come on, honey," Mom began, straightening my emerald green tie and my dark blond hair before taking my hand and pulling me out of the room.

I can't believe I'm about to do this… I thought to myself as Mom led me to where I needed to be. But as soon as I looked down the long stretch of the aisle and saw my beautiful husband-to-be standing there with that melt-worthy lopsided smile and those shimmering chocolate eyes looking more beautiful than should be legally possible, I could breathe again.

When my time came, I walked cautiously down the aisle, thinking to myself, It would be just my luck to fall right now… But with Mom at my side, steadying me, I knew she'd never let me fall.

I'm sure that James and Carlos, my best friends, my "maids" of honor, and my best men looked great, but I couldn't take my eyes off my Logie.

He put every other person in the room to shame with as radiant as he looked.

I lost myself in his sparkling chocolate eyes and that sexy, lopsided smile, not able to comprehend what I was saying or what I was thinking throughout the wedding.

All I could think about was this gorgeous, flawless man in front of me and how he was going to be all mine.

I was going to be Kendall Francis Mitchell in a matter of minutes.

Nothing even mattered in that moment – not the words that my mouth was unconsciously voicing, not the faces of everyone else in the room. Nothing but that beautiful man who I would be able to call mine forever in a matter of minutes.

Until my fantasy was briefly shattered.

I don't remember virtually anything the preacher said up until the point that I heard a few unintelligible words, followed by seven words that sent my mind into panic overdrive: "…speak now or forever hold your peace."

My eyes widened, my mind reeled, and my grasp on Logan's hands tightened, causing my knuckles to turn white.

Logan looked frightened that I was so frightened, leaning in slightly and whispering, "Angel, are you okay?" with a few tears building up in his eyes.

But I was terrified.

What if Stark isn't really dead? What if he comes back and does something to ruin this moment for me? What if my dad somehow miraculously appeared and dragged me away from Logan? What if Camille is here?

And then my heart stopped when an all-too familiar, haunting voice broke through the tension-filled silence.

"KENDALL! You can't marry Logan! You can't do this to me! I love you! I'm so sorry for everything I did and said to you, but I never loved Logan…I used him so I could get closer to you because I love you! Please don't marry Logan!"

Camille.

My gaze was still completely fixated on Logan. His eyes widened in shock, disbelief, and maybe hurt?

But there was also anger.

"Camille, what the hell are you doing?" Logan snarled through clenched teeth.

I couldn't tell if he was angry because Camille had just admitted she loved me and never him, or if he was angry because she was ruining our wedding.

It was probably the first one…He's probably regretting everything right now and he's probably going to turn around and walk away from me any second now.

Every pair of eyes in the room were wide in shock, fear, or anger, all locked on a very distraught, disheveled Camille.
My heart completely stopped. I felt like I was going to pass out. I looked around the room, not able to look at Camille or Logan at the moment.

Looking at either one would hurt too much.

What the hell is Camille doing? What does she mean she loves me? What is Logan going to do?

I couldn't breathe.

A very angered Logan returned his attention to me. He must have noticed how weak my grasp on his hands was becoming. He must have noticed I couldn't breathe. He must have noticed that my heart refused to beat in that moment.

As soon as his attention was fully back on me, I saw every trace of anger disintegrate from his face. All that was left was worry.

"Angel, are you okay?"

But I couldn't respond. I was paralyzed.

Until I heard another all-too familiar voice break out in the now murmuring crowd, but this one wasn't haunting. It wasn't malicious.

It was caring.

"You'll have to excuse this girl. I'm Dr. Mitchell, Logan's mother. I'm a psychiatrist, and I know that this girl is not in a stable state of mind right now. Anything she says cannot be taken seriously. I'm so very sorry that this is happening. Carry on with the wedding…I'll just take her back to the ward."

I watched as Mama Mitchell dragged a very confused Camille out of the room. "I don't know what she's talking about! I'm not crazy! Kendall…!"

It wasn't long after Mama Mitchell shut the door behind her and Camille that the room erupted in cheers and applause.

Through the cheers and applause, I felt my heart rate return and my breathing continue.

Crisis averted.

This moment had transformed back into a dream from the nightmare it was on the verge of becoming.

I really owed Mama Mitchell.

I smiled at how absolutely breathtaking my lovely husband-to-be looked with his full attention on me, full of worry and concern.

"I am now, Logie," I whispered while the cheers and applause began to die down.

Logan's perfect face lit up, and he brought one pair of our intertwined hands to his lips to lightly kiss mine.

"Perfect," he whispered against my skin, sending shivers down my spine, making me temporarily completely forget about what just went down with Camille.

"You were saying?" James cleared his throat and asked the preacher with a wink and a smirk at me.

"Oh, yes," the preacher continued after regaining his composure.

"I now pronounce you a happy, beautiful couple joined together forever by your overwhelming love for each other," he finished with a wide, warm smile.

Then, the preacher looked at Logan quizzically.

"Well, are you going to kiss your new husband or not?"

A million dollar smile that could light up the whole universe broke out on my love's face before he wrapped his arms around my waist tightly and protectively, pulled me impossibly close against him, and answered, "I thought you'd never ask," with a beautiful sparkle in those slightly-creamed-coffee eyes before closing the short distance between our lips kissing me passionately, hungrily, sweetly, lustfully all at the same time.

It's probably a good thing that Carlos cleared his throat and whispered under his breath, "That can wait until the honeymoon!" with a chuckle, or Logan and I may have just gotten completely undressed right there because we were so caught up in the moment, in each other, in that perfect, electrifying feeling of our lips and tongues tango-ing perfectly together.

"I love you so much, Kendall Francis Mitchell," Logan said breathlessly when we finally broke the magnetic contact of our lips as he leaned his forehead softly against my own, still holding me gently yet securely in a beautiful embrace.

"I love hearing you say that," I replied with a deep blush and a chuckle before lightly pecking him on the lips.

"And I love you too, Logiebear."

"Let's go enjoy the rest of our life together, Mr. Mitchell," Logan said sexily with a wink before dragging me behind him down the aisle as our wedding guests blew bubbles and made merry.

I blushed again deeply, but didn't hesitate to follow him.

I would never hesitate to follow him.

I never had.

In fact, I would follow him anywhere.

I always had.

My best friend.

My lover.

My husband.

My Logiebear.

And that's the end! Bittersweet, isn't it? SO now that means the super long "thank yous" and "I love yous" to all of you amazing, lovely, perfect, beautiful readers, reviewers, and alerters. Well, here it goes: *takes a deep breath* Thank yous and I love yous to btrlover21, Rhett9, klolo8, EverlastingRusher, DoctorWhoFan9, Cap't Mo, Kendalls Logiebear, OnTheFlipSide, itrymybest, rainy dayz and silver dreams, shogoki17, MrBadMediaKarma, poeticjustice13, Lonelygrl91, sylarbadass, Till. Death. Do. Us. Apart., Ieeerr, Adrian Aluran, PerfectMirror14, Violent Moon, Hikari no Kasai, SassyLadyStriking, BigTimeRushBabe, iWannaSexCoryMonteithUp, lady danni, Kogans Wolf Girl, MythoBoy, nigel small, jenizzleoffdachain, Bandana Man's Girlfriend, xCarganxKoganx, shannaenaezz, loganhendersonismine98, AsianIggs1, SingThisSongTogether, Elevate Your Hearts Up, and last but of course not least, digimonktlover. *can breathe again*

I love you guys more than you could ever know and I can't thank you NEAR enough as I would like to. You are all amazing for sticking with my story, for your feedback, and for alerting (alerters - this is for you! Love you all too!). I would never have gotten through this without you guys. I love YOU.

As I said above, let me know if you want a sequel and I'll see what I can do :)

Peace, Love, BTR :)

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