I Hope You Don't Mind, a Big Time Rush Story
Chapter I: Diamonds
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush, Moulin Rouge!, or Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Logan Henderson mumbled to himself. "Why are we doing this? We're not supposed to be doing this!"

"Relax, dude. Nothing in our contracts say not to wander around other recording booths," Kendall replied, a victorious smirk on his face.

Logan sighed in defeat, and kept listening behind closed recording doors.

"Shhh, shhh!" Carlos said. "I hear something from this door." He motioned to the others to follow, and the boy band pressed their ears against the door.

"The French are glad to die for love
But I prefer a man who lives and gives expensive jewels."

"Whoa," four boys exclaimed simultaneously. It was a girl singing, and she was good. Her voice was like 'hot chocolate on a winter day,' as they all thought, a happy smile on their faces.

The music stopped briefly, then continued with a new, more upbeat tune.

"A kiss on the hand may be quite continental
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
A kiss may be grand
But it won't pay the rental for your humble flat
Or help you feed your pussycat."

Now all the boys knew what the song was called, as it was played constantly in department stores, especially the one Kendall used to work in.

Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend. It was an old song, but this girl made it sound modern and happy, like on that one movie with that red-haired lady.

"She sounds pretty," James remarked, already tying a red bandanna on his forehead. "I call badboy!"

"That's not fair!"

"I wanted to be badboy!"

"You always get the girl!"

"And my answer is: yes, it is; too bad; and yes. Yes, I do," he smugly replied, a smile on his face. "Oh, yes! She will be mine!"

"Men grow cold as girls grow old
And we all lose our charms in the end
But square-cut or pear-shaped
These rocks don't lose their shape
Diamonds are a girl's best friend"

"James, you better not get this one," Kendall warned. "It's not fair."

"Give us a chance, man," Carlos pleaded, his best puppy-dog eyes on display.

James look at Logan expecting a complaint, but the 'smart guy' was standing on his tip-toes, looking at the small rectangular window on the door, smiling to himself.

James, Carlos, and Kendal tried to pry him from the door and see, but Logan kept still.

Not noticing anything else, kept staring through the window, smiling a blissful smile.

Inside the studio was an almost-exact replica of Baz Luhrman's Moulin Rouge set. A girl of about sixteen was in a sparkling red kick line outfit and fishnet tights was dancing with a huge amount of back-up dancers-mostly guys- her long raven hair flowing behind her in a sea of curls.

Logan sighed in contentment. She looks lik-

Logan did not get to finish his thought as James slammed into him and took his place by the small window.

"'Cause we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl"

She blew a kiss to a line of dancers, who turned and fell, one by one.

James raised an eyebrow in interest. Nice hat, he thought, noting the red velvet hat with a black satin bow around it, perfectly matching the black satin gloves that reached past her elbows.

"Come and get me, boys"

She smiled as a group of dancers picked her up by the ankles and practically threw her upwards, and she raised her hands over her head, falling on the outstretched hands of dancers, and she rode them out.

"Black star, Roscol, talk to me, Harry Zidler, tell me all about it!" she yelled, as the dancers lowered her onto a little circular stage where a man was standing, dressed up in a red and black suit.

"Let me go!"

"It's my turn!"

"Hey, that's not fair!"

"Stop it, stop it!" Kendall shouted. "We're best friends. We'll take turns. My turn!" he said quickly, pushing James away from the little window.

"How is it your turn?"

"Let me see!"

"I want to-"

Suddenly, the door opened, and the four boys, still leaning on it, fell inside, landing on the floor.

The music stopped.

The boys complained in pain, until they noticed who opened the door: Gustavo Rocque. And he didn't look happy.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOGS DOING IN MY DIAMOND'S RECORDING BOOTH-SET?!" He yelled, spittle spewing from his mouth. "YOUR CONTRACT SPECIFICALLY SAYS THAT YOU CANNOT, AND WILL NOT DISTURB ANY RECORDING BOOTHS!"

Carlos and James looked at Kendall with looks of blame on their faces, while Logan thought of a loop hole out.

"Um, Gustavo, as you yourself have clearly stated- um, this is a 'booth-set,' which, technically, um, doesn't count it as a recording booth." He pointed out, bracing himself for the worst.

Gustavo leaned over to him, a pointing finger ready to accuse, and opened his mouth to talk, but quickly stopped. "Kelly-" he said, turning to his assistant, "Anything?"

Kelly was checking the boys' contract with frantic energy. "Nothing."

Gustavo screamed in defeat, shaking the whole set.

"Fine. Dogs, stay."

For once, the four boys from Minnesota followed Gustavo's instructions and sat down on a nearby couch, looking like perfect angels. They spotted the raven-haired girl and waved, smiling vigorously.

"All right, everybody, take five." Gustavo announced, and the actors all dissipated for a break.

The girl with the raven hair walked over to Gustavo, a slightly worried expression on her face.

"Is everything alright?" she asked, accepting a light pink robe from Kelly. Before Gustavo could respond, she looked behind him and saw the boys, still waving and smiling.

"Hi," she greeted, a smile on her face, as an intern handed her a bottle of warm water. "I'm Kathy."

"James." He popped his collar.

"Kendall." He nodded.

"Carlos." He tapped his helmet.

"Logan." He smiled.

Logan and Kathy kept smiling at each other, until Kendall asked, "So, how long have you been Gustavo's 'Diamond'?'

Kathy look up at him and replied, "Oh, about two months. He discovered me while I was singing in the rain and told me that I set him 'on fire,'" she added, making spirit fingers on either side of herself.

The five of them shared a laugh, but it was cut off by Gustavo, who made a 'stop laughing' sign and called Kathy onstage.

"Sorry, guys." she apologized. "Duty calls." With that, she turned around and ran to the circular stage, handing her bottle and robe to Kelly on the way.

"Alright, take it from the 'Lawyer' bit." Gustavo said into the megaphone, settling into his directors' chair.

"There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
There may come a time when a hard-boiled employer thinks you're awful nice
But get that ice, or else, no dice"

She jumped up and the man in the red and black suit caught her, then spun her around twice before throwing the girl into the sea of dancers, who caught her with such ease. They let her down by a corner of the room, where a spotlight was trained on her.

"He's your guy when stocks are high
But beware when they start to descend
Cos that's when those louses go back to their spouses"

She didn't seem at all nervous when two dancers came from behind her and lifted her to their shoulders.

"Diamonds…" She had one hand pointed to wards the sky.

"Are a…." The dancers turned her around once.

"Girl's…" Her hand was pointed forward now, instead of up. The dancers followed her directions.

"Best…" They let her down in front of a man dressed as an English gentleman.

"Friend" The man took her hand and spun her three times, then carried her princess-style, all the while still spinning.

The music ended with the spotlight trained on them both, Kathy and the man smiling all the way.

"CUT! THAT'S A WRAP!" Gustavo said, as the dancers again dissipated, this time to change out of their costumes. Kathy walked over to Gustavo once more.

"You were great, sweetie." Gustavo told Kathy, giving her a hug. The boys of Big Time Rush stared open-mouthed in shock.

"Aw, thanks, Gustavo. Sometimes I think you're too nice."

"Gustavo?"

"Nice?"

"Sometimes?"

"Wanna go out, Kathy?"

Everyone looked at Carlos, who shrugged and backed away.

Kathy laughed. "It's okay, Carlos." He looked at her hopefully. "But, sorry, no."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" James asked, stepping closer to her.

"Um, no, but-"

"Then here I am," Kendall cut in, stepping in front of James.

Kathy smiled somewhat awkwardly. "Thanks for the um, uh, offers, but…I'm staying single for now."

Logan came up to her and said "You were great out there, Kathy," with a nervous smile.

"That's so sweet, Logan, thanks." she replied, picking her robe up from a nearby table. "Hey, I have to go to my dressing room to get changed, but smoothie later? I really want to get to know you guys."

"Sure." Logan replied, hands in his pocket. "Three thirty?"

"It's a date."

They four boys smiled, all thinking that life in LA had just gotten so much better.

Okay...this may be the longest chapter I've ever written.

Tell me how you like Kathy, and I would totally appreciate some feedback.

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