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Big Time Love Song -Kendall Knight
Summary: You are new to the Palm Woods, and Kendall seems to fall for you the moment he lays his eyes on you.
Warnings: Fluff, little spoiler, English is not my first language
Pairing: Kendall Knight x reader
You arrived at the Palm Woods on a warm L.A. afternoon with a duffel bag and no idea about how chaotic your life is going to be.
You didn’t get ten steps into the lobby before a boy wearing a helmet nearly crashed into a decorative plant right before your eyes.
“CARLOS! STOP SKATING INDOORS!” A blond boy shouted as he ran after him, two other guys following.
After a few seconds, you remembered why they looked so familiar to you – on the way here, you saw a picture of them in one of those girls' magazines.
Kendall slowed down when he saw you and smiled, pushing his hair away from his forehead in a charming way.
“Sorry about him,” He said, nearly out of breath, “He thinks gravity is optional.”
Carlos waved at you from the floor, “Welcome to the Palm Woods!”
You laughed a little, waving back, “Thanks, I like your helmet, it suits you.”
“Are you new?” Kendall asked, bringing your attention back to him once more.
“Yeah, just arrived.” You smiled at him.
“I’m Kendall. That’s Logan and James–” He started to introduce himself and the others.
“Hi,” Logan smiled politely, while James winked at you.
“And… Carlos,” Kendall finished, as Carlos gave you two thumbs up.
You smiled at all of them, “Nice to meet you, Big Time Rush, right?”
“That’s us,” Kendall mumbled, “And let me guess, you’re an actor.”
“What gave it away?” You laughed, looking around the lobby.
“Everyone who moves in here is either an actor, a model, a singer, or someone’s fame-obsessed parent.” He explained, with a small chuckle.
You giggled before excusing yourself, ready to move into your new apartment. As you walked to the elevator, you didn’t notice the way Kendall looked after you.
– – – – –
The next few days, you happened to see them over and over again. They were quite fun to hang out with, and you started to feel comfortable around them.
When you walked to the pool area with your script in one hand and a smoothie in the other, you saw Kendall sitting by the pool, staring at his notebook like it personally betrayed him.
“Hey,” You said, stepping closer, “Everything okay?”
His head snapped up, and his cheeks went a little red.
“Totally,” He muttered, his voice cracking halfway through, “It’s just this stupid love song we have to write.”
“Writer’s block?” You asked, sitting down next to him.
“More like a love block,” he sighed, “Apparently, to write a love song, you need to be in love.”
You laugh, “Is that scientifically proven?”
“According to Logan, yes.” Kendall tried to joke, but he looked frustrated and a little lost.
“Well, maybe you don’t have to be in love with a person. You could write about how you want love to feel.” You gave him a small smile.
He looked at you, the tension in his face slowly fading.
“How do you think love feels?” He asked.
You shrugged, shyness suddenly taking over you, “Warm. Safe. Like someone sees you even when everyone else is looking past you.”
Kendall’s eyes softened, like you said something he didn’t know he needed to hear.
He was about to say something when Logan appeared out of nowhere, “Are you writing a love song about someone? Is it Y/n?”
Kendall nearly fell into the pool, “No! No, just go away, Logan!”
He wiggled his eyebrows before disappearing again.
“Sorry about him.” He mumbled, not able to look into your eyes.
“Don’t worry, just don’t give up on your writing. I am sure it will be amazing,” You stood up, sharing a small smile with him, “I will see you around.”
– – – – –
A few days later, you were on your way to their apartment when you heard voices just before you were about to knock.
“So, who’s your song about?” You heard James ask.
“His smile at this notebook is suspicious,” Carlos answered.
“Maybe he’s in love,” Logan whispered next.
“I am not in love! I just wrote something good, okay? And it’s all because of –” Kendall suddenly stopped talking, and you could feel yourself freeze.
“Because of who?” James asked eagerly.
Kendall hesitated a little before finally answering, “Y/n.”
Your breath caught in your chest.
Carlos gasped. So loudly the entire Palm Woods probably heard it, “Oh my god, he’s in love with Y/n.”
“I didn’t say that,” Kendall protested, clearly panicking, “She just helped me and she’s nice. And she has a cute laugh.”
You knocked before he could continue, pretending you heard nothing.
“H-hey,” He stammered as he opened the door.
You smiled softly, “Logan said he had audition notes for me.”
Logan quickly handed them to you, not saying anything, just staring at you like the other boys.
“Bye, guys.” You mumbled, leaving as quickly as possible.
The whole day, you thought about the conversation you overheard. When you were finally able to review your audition notes, you saw that some were missing.
After a big sigh, you stood up, making your way over to their apartment once more.
As you walked through the hallway, you suddenly heard Kendall singing softly inside the guys’ apartment.
It was soft and gentle, and it made your heart skip a beat.
Without thinking, you opened the door. Kendall immediately stopped singing, his eyes wide as he met your gaze.
“Is that the love song?” You whispered.
He swallowed, clearly ashamed, “Yeah.”
“It’s beautiful.” You smiled, taking a step closer.
He looked down at his guitar, “It’s not done yet.”
You could feel your heart beating, quickening, “Who’s it about?”
Slowly, his eyes met yours, “You.”
The word seemed to stop at that very moment, and it was like you weren’t in control of your body anymore as you took a step closer.
“Kendal –” You started as he stood up.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” He murmured, “But everything feels so easy when I am around you, and I think about you a lot.”
You exhaled, “I think about you too.”
He looked down at you, his eyes filled with desire as he leaned down a little, “Can I kiss you?”
You just nod.
And that was all it needed for Kendall to cup your cheek gently before his lips met yours in a slow kiss.
When you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, smiling.
“I guess the love song won’t be a problem anymore,” He whispered.
You laughed quietly, pulling him in for a second kiss.
You call him "baby".
Characters: James Diamond, Logan Mitchell, Carlos Garcia, Kendall Knight.
Warnings: none; SFW
W: 1k
A/N: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. Dividers belong to @enchanthings-a and her new blog @enchanthings
James Diamond:
• “Baby? Me?” the guy looked at you in confusion.
• James was clearly flustered. He was just around when you needed help retrieving the kite that got stuck in a tree.
• He often plays the role of the cool, glamorous guy, frequently hearing compliments like “Hey, handsome!” or “Looking good, are you free tonight?”, but no one had ever called him that way before.
• “No one’s ever called me that…” he said, pulling a purple bandana from his pocket and tying it around his head. “But if you want to, feel free to call me that when it’s just us, babe!” James winked at you, and after you raised an eyebrow in disbelief, he eventually retrieved the kite and casually handed it to you. “Did your little boy do well?” he asked, flashing a bright smile. You giggled, ruffled his hair playfully, and then dashed off.
• Even though he tries to project a cool demeanor, James is actually shy. He loved how you called him that, but he prefers to keep it private, not wanting his friends to tease him about it.
Logan Mitchell:
• Logan was in the kitchen, trying to fix Kendall's mom's mixer. She had asked him to do it three days ago, but Logan had been so swamped that it kept slipping his mind. Today, though, Gustavo finally gave them a day off, and the guy jumped at the chance to keep his promise.
• “Alright, this goes here, and that goes there. Got it,” he mumbled when suddenly you burst through the door, making him drop the screws he was supposed to attach.
• “Hey, baby, have you seen Carlos?” you asked while stepping inside, scanning the room for the guy in the helmet. “That fool broke my eyeshadow while goofing around!”
• “Ow!” Logan stubbed his pinky toe on the edge of the table, knocked over the glass of water, then slipped and fell.
• “Oh my God! Logan!” You rushed over to help him up. “Are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!”
• “What did you just call me, like, three minutes ago?” he asked, rubbing his bruised tailbone.
• “Baby?”
• “Baby…that’s intriguing. Are you developing some sort of motherly instinct or something?”
• “Mother…what? What the hell do you mean, maternal instinct? God, Logan, you innocent goofball.” You slapped your forehead and headed for the door. “If you see Carlos, give me a shout!” The door slammed shut, leaving Logan alone with his thoughts. Honestly, he understood what you meant when you called him that. But he was so flustered that he decided to get out of the situation with his usual cleverness.
• “Ha-ha-ha! Baby Logan!” Someone’s laughter echoed in the room, and Logan turned to see Carlos fall from the ceiling. “Ouch.” He lay on the floor for a few minutes, writhing in pain, before giving a thumbs-up. “I’m fine!”
Carlos Garcia:
• Carlos was heading to the park, happily munching on a corn dog when suddenly you crashed into him and quickly ducked behind his broad back. Dogs were chasing you, and you were scared out of your wits. Carlos looked at you in confusion, then at the mutts, and back at you.
• “Dude, please help me!” You pressed yourself against his solid frame, trembling with fear. Without missing a beat, he pulled out more corn dogs from who-knows-where and tossed them into the bushes, where the dogs immediately bolted after them. “Farewell, my tasty treats,” Carlos lamented, but his mood lifted instantly when he felt a kiss on his cheek.
• “Thanks, babe!” You wrapped your arms around him tightly, giving him another peck on the cheek before dashing off.
• “Whoa…” The guy broke into a goofy grin and fainted right there. His friends, who had orchestrated the whole thing (they didn’t mean to scare you; they just wanted to set you up with Carlos), high-fived each other and rushed to pick him up, narrowly avoiding the feet of passing pedestrians.
Kendall Knight:
• Kendall was completely wiped out after yet another concert.
• The screaming fans and equally rowdy friends had drained him to the bone.
• So, exhausted, he broke away from his buddies, heading home for some much-needed peace and quiet.
• His fatigue was so overwhelming that he mixed up the numbers and accidentally walked into your place.
• You were in the middle of whipping up dinner when you heard the front door bang shut.
• Curious, you strolled down the hallway and spotted the adorably snoozing Kendall sprawled out on your couch. Chuckling at the hilarity of the situation, you fetched a blanket from your room, gently covering him so he wouldn’t freeze. With that done, you returned to the kitchen, now needing to whip up dinner for two.
• Half-asleep, Kendall caught the sound of clattering from the kitchen and a delicious smell wafting through the air, thinking it was his mom cooking. He snuggled deeper into the blanket. Then, another mouthwatering aroma hit him—one that had been driving him wild for the last three months.
• Bolting upright, Kendall looked around, realizing he wasn’t at home. Rubbing his eyes, he made his way to the kitchen.
• You were busy pulling out plates when suddenly, strong arms wrapped around your waist, and a sleepy head rested on your shoulder.
• “Hey babe? Did you sleep well?” you asked, turning to embrace him, your fingers gently running through his hair.
• “Mmhmm,” he mumbled, nuzzling his chin deeper into your shoulder. “Babe? Is that my new nickname now?” Kendall chuckled sleepily, pulling back to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. “So, what’s for dinner?” Just as he leaned in for a kiss on the lips, the rest of Big Time Rush burst in, catching you both in a cozy moment.
• “Looks like we showed up at a bad time.” Logan quipped, awkwardly covering his eyes.
• “Ooh! Pasta!” Carlos darted over to one of the pots, grabbing a plate from the cupboard and piling food onto it. The others shot him disapproving glares. “What?” Carlos asked with a mouthful. “I’m starving!”
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