Flushed Feelings I Kendall Knight
Kendall is around his twenties in this, attends college as well.
Kendall Knight had been back at the Palm Woods for less than 24 hours after finishing Big Time Rush’s latest tour. The excitement of performing for thousands of fans had hardly faded, but as he walked through the lobby, he noticed something—or rather, 'someone'—new.
Y/N was crouched near the front desk, tinkering with what looked like a toolbox. She was laughing at something Buddha Bob was saying, her smile lighting up the room.
“Who’s that?” Kendall whispered to Carlos, who was munching on a corndog beside him.
Carlos shrugged. “Oh, that’s Y/N. She’s been helping Buddha Bob part-time for the past few months. Pretty handy with tools, from what I’ve heard.”
Kendall’s curiosity sparked. He didn’t know why, but something about her had him intrigued. He decided then and there to find out more about Y/N—without being obvious, of course.
For the rest of the day, Kendall wandered around the Palm Woods, casually asking anyone who’d talk to him about Y/N.
“Oh, Y/N? She’s cool, she's been here for about 6ish months and attends university not that far from here.” Camille said, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?”
“No reason!” Kendall replied quickly, his face turning red as he backed away.
Gustavo had less patience. “I don’t care who she is, Kendall! Focus on the music! The next album isn’t going to write itself!”
By the time Kendall returned to his apartment, he was no closer to learning anything substantial but then, inspiration struck.
“I need a reason to talk to her,” Kendall muttered to himself, pacing. “Something casual. Something—”
He stopped mid-thought, staring at the bathroom door. An idea, albeit a questionable one, began to form.
Moments later, Logan walked in to find Kendall fiddling with the toilet.
“What are you doing?” Logan asked, narrowing his eyes.
“Clogging the toilet,” Kendall said matter-of-factly.
Logan blinked. “You’re… why?!”
“I need an excuse to call Y/N up here to fix it. Then I can talk to her without it being weird,” Kendall explained, clearly pleased with his genius plan.
“That’s a terrible idea!” Logan exclaimed. “She’s going to think you’re disgusting. Who does that?”
Kendall froze, the realization dawning on him. “Oh no… you’re right. What if she thinks I’m gross?”
“Exactly!” Logan said, throwing up his hands.
Before Kendall could fix his mistake, Y/N was already at the door, toolkit in hand. “Hey, you called about a clogged toilet?”
Kendall paled, stepping aside to let her in. “Uh, yeah. Thanks for coming up.”
"I've got missing assignments to catch up on, good luck with all of this." Logan patted Kendall's shoulder and walked away.
As Y/N got to work, James appeared, leaning casually against the bathroom doorframe.
“Well, hello there,” James said, flashing his signature smile. “You must be Y/N. I’ve heard so much about you.”
Y/N glanced at him briefly, then went back to removing the toilet’s lid. “That’s nice,” she said politely.
“Do you know who I am?” James pressed, undeterred.
“Yes,” Y/N replied, keeping her focus on the toilet.
“And…?” James prompted, clearly fishing for a compliment.
“And I think I’d rather focus on fixing this toilet,” Y/N said, her tone light but firm.
Logan smothered a laugh from the couch, while Kendall tried to pretend, he wasn’t watching the interaction like a hawk.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Y/N stood up, wiping her hands on a rag. “All done. Should work fine now.”
“Thanks,” Kendall said, relief evident in his voice.
As Y/N gathered her tools, she turned to Kendall with a small smile. “By the way, I’m actually a fan of Big Time Rush. I went to one of your concerts earlier this year.”
Kendall’s heart skipped a beat. “You’re a fan?”
“Yeah,” she said, slinging her toolkit over her shoulder. “You guys were great live. Anyway, have a good night!”
As she walked out, Logan shook his head. “You’re lucky she’s nice. If it were me, I’d never speak to you again after that toilet stunt.”
Kendall wasn’t listening. He was too busy grinning like an idiot.
Y/N was a fan.
And maybe, just maybe, he had a chance.
The next morning, Kendall was sitting on the couch, replaying the previous night in his head. Every time he thought about Y/N’s smile and the way she casually mentioned being a fan, his heart skipped a beat. He was so lost in thought he didn’t even notice James plopping down beside him.
“You’re doing that goofy grin thing again,” James said, snapping his fingers in front of Kendall’s face.
“I am not,” Kendall protested, immediately wiping the smile off his face.
“Oh, you totally are. And let me guess—Y/N?” James teased, wagging his eyebrows.
Kendall rolled his eyes, but the blush creeping up his neck betrayed him. “Okay, fine. Maybe. I mean, she’s nice, smart, cool… and she likes Big Time Rush!”
“Yeah, yeah,” James said, waving him off. “So, when’s your next move? Because clogging another toilet isn’t going to cut it.”
Kendall groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
Logan entered the room, a mug of tea in hand. “Please, for everyone’s sake, don’t try anything involving plumbing again.”
Carlos popped up behind the couch. “Why don’t you just ask her out? Simple, direct, no clogs required!”
Kendall hesitated, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “What if she says no? Or worse, what if she laughs at me?”
“Then she laughs,” Logan said with a shrug. “But at least you’ll know.”
Later that afternoon, Kendall found himself pacing outside the maintenance office. He’d been working up the nerve to talk to Y/N all day but couldn’t seem to go through with it.
Just as he was about to walk away, the door opened, and there she was, carrying a clipboard and looking just as effortlessly cool as ever.
"Oh, hey, Kendall,” she said with a smile, clearly surprised to see him.
“H-hey, Y/N,” he stammered, feeling like a nervous wreck.
“Everything okay?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.
“Yeah, I, uh… I just wanted to say thanks again for fixing the toilet last night,” Kendall said, scratching the back of his neck.
“No problem. Comes with the job,” Y/N replied.
Kendall took a deep breath. “Actually, I was wondering… would you maybe want to grab dinner with me? Sometime? Like, as a… date?”
Y/N blinked, clearly caught off guard. Then a smile spread across her face. “You know what? Yeah, I’d like that.”
“You would?” Kendall asked, his eyes widening.
“Of course,” she said, laughing softly. “You’re sweet, Kendall. And it’s not every day one of my favorite singers asks me out.”
That evening, Kendall decided to keep it casual, ordering takeout from his favorite burger place and setting up a movie night in the apartment.
When Y/N arrived, she looked around the room, taking in the cozy setup. “This is perfect,” she said, plopping down on the couch next to him. “Way better than some fancy restaurant.”
Kendall grinned, relieved she liked it. “I figured we could eat and watch a movie. Got any favorites?”
“I’m a sucker for anything superhero-related,” she admitted, pulling a fry from the takeout bag.
“Iron Man it is,” Kendall said, grabbing the remote.
As the movie played, they talked and laughed, their conversation flowing effortlessly. Kendall found himself more relaxed than he’d been in weeks, and every time Y/N laughed at one of his jokes, his chest swelled with pride.
By the time the movie ended, Y/N was leaning comfortably against Kendall’s shoulder, and he didn’t want the night to end.
“I had a great time tonight,” Y/N said softly.
“Me too,” Kendall replied, his voice just as quiet.
She tilted her head to look up at him, her eyes warm and filled with something he couldn’t quite place. “You know, you’re even sweeter in person than you are on stage.”
Kendall chuckled nervously. “Thanks… I think.”
“No, it’s a compliment,” she assured him.
Before he could respond, Y/N leaned up and kissed him, her lips soft and gentle against his. Kendall froze for a moment, his brain short-circuiting, but then he kissed her back, his hand coming up to cup her cheek.
When they finally pulled apart, Y/N smiled, her cheeks slightly flushed. “I should probably go before Buddha Bob sends out a search party,” she joked.
“Or you could stay,” Kendall offered, his voice hopeful.
Y/N laughed, grabbing her jacket. “Tempting, but let’s save that for date two.”
As she walked out the door, Kendall leaned against the frame, watching her leave with a goofy grin on his face.
“Date two,” he repeated to himself.
And for the first time, he felt like maybe, just maybe, he’d found something special.
