A/N: Tada here's chapter 2 no waiting yay

"Okay dude, what's up?" Kenny asked, shaking Stan out of his stupor. "You've been weird ever since you came back."

"It's nothing," Stan answered. He sighed heavily as he remembered the words Wendy had said to him. Kenny frowned.

"Clearly it's not," he replied. "Or you wouldn't be brooding like the goth kids right now."

"It's just…" Stan's voice trailed off and he whispered the last part so softly that Kenny barely heard him. "What if she's right?" Kenny stared at him in shock for a moment before a strangled noise that sounded like a mix between choking and laughter escaped his lips. As Stan turned to stare at him in confusion, Kenny clapped his hands over his mouth. As hilarious as this situation was, Kenny ws bright enough to recognize when Stan was actually worried about something, and laughing at his stupidity wouldn't help. So Kenny did the logical thing: he denied it.

"There's no way that's even possible," he said, lowering his hands from his mouth. "You know how much they hate each other."

"Well duh, but what if she's right?" Stan said defeatedly. "You know what they say, opposites attract. And when I told her I wasn't buying it, she told me that I was gonna lose Kyle if I kept thinking like that."

"Well that definitely won't happen," Kenny replied. "Kyle's head over heels for you; any idiot can see that. Hell, I could see that since middle school. You don't have anything to worry about."

"I know, but-"

"No 'buts', those are for fucking," Kenny interrupted as Stan turned red. "You and I are gonna go check it out. If I'm correct, they're in gov right now, yeah? Let's go." Kenny rose, pulling Stan out of his seat as well and dragging him away for what seemed like the third time that day. Stan flinched as Kenny slowly moved his hand down to wrap around Stan's own so that they were holding hands. Shaking out of Kenny's grip, Stan glared at him. Kenny shrugged helplessly. "Hey, can't blame a guy for trying, you know I'd fuck you."

"God Kenny, you're such a pervert," Stan sighed, trailing after the blonde as Kenny laughed loudly in response.

"I might be a pervert, but at least I'm honest," Kenny replied as they left the room. "Anyways, where's the gov room?"

"They're not in the classroom, they're at the library," Stan answered, to which Kenny looked at him in surprise. "Wendy told me," he muttered in response. Kenny cocked an eyebrow as a smirk crossed his face.

"No wonder you were worried," he said as the walked down the hallway. "She probably said they were flirting or something, didn't she?" When Stan didn't answer, Kenny grinned. "Looks like I'm right on the money."

"Shut up," Stan muttered. Kenny glanced at him and sighed, smiling softly.

"Really dude, try not to worry so much," the blonde said quietly. "I'm sure she's just overthinking things. After all, she really likes-" he stopped as the library windows came into view, blue eyes coming to rest on something at one of the tables. Stan halted in his tracks, turning back to look at Kenny. The blonde's mouth was hanging open in shock, eyes wide as he stared through the windows. Falling his gaze, Stan's eyes fell on a particular table.

Kyle and Cartman were both seated at the table, right next to each other and talking quietly amongst themselves. Their heads were impossibly close together and Kyle was… smiling? The redhead said something and Cartman's face turned red. The brunette shoved Kyle as the boy broke into laughter, a wide grin on his face. Cartman crossed his arms over his chest and began to pout in anger as Kyle brushed tears of laughter away from his eyes. The redhead waved his hand as if in apology and Cartman frowned before muttering something in response. Kyle grinned and threw his arm around Cartman, pulling him in close and-

Stan couldn't watch this anymore. He turned on his heels and sprinted down the hallway in the direction they had come. He could hear Kenny calling after him and feel the footsteps echoing after him, but he didn't care. He didn't slow down until he was on the other side of the school in a rarely used corridor that only lead to the untouched computer lab that hadn't been renovated since the 90s. He leaned against a wall and let himself slide down it until he could rest his head on his knees. As he pulled his chest into his legs, he heard footsteps approach him and felt the soft thud as someone settled down next to him.

"Well, if things don't work out between you two, you can always come crying to me," Kenny said, trying to lighten the mood. "I'd be happy to comfort you."

"Not the time, Kenny," Stan muttered quietly and Kenny's heart fell at the defeated tone in his soft voice, barely audible in the empty hallway. The boy sounded absolutely heartbroken.

"Maybe it wasn't what it looks like?" The blonde said helpfully, trying to better the situation. "Maybe Kyle was just making a joke at Cartman's expense?" When Stan didn't answer, he sighed, resting his head against the wall as he stared at the ceiling. "Yeah, I'm not buying it either."

"I can't believe he'd do this to me," Stan whispered softly. "And with Cartman of all people. Does he have no sense of decency left?"

"Look, maybe it really was something else," Kenny tried again. "You should ask him about it."

"Who, Kyle?" Stan asked as he glanced at the blonde next to him. When he nodded, Stan frowned and rolled his eyes. "He'll just brush it off or something. You know how good he is at doing that."

"Well if you don't talk to him about it, then you'll never know for sure if that was legit or not," Kenny replied. "And then Wendy really will be right; it'll be too late for you to do anything."

Stan groaned loudly and pulled himself in further, desperately trying to just disappear and forget all of this. Kenny put his arm around his friend and leaned against him in a tentative hug. Stan made no attempts to pull away and the blonde sighed.

"It's too early to give up, Stan," Kenny said quietly. "I know you might not believe me right now, but trust me when I say that Kyle really does care about you. He wouldn't do something like this. You need to talk to him."

…

It was seventh period now, and Stan was dreading the ride home in just another two hours. Kenny was probably right; much as Stan hated to admit it, he needed to talk to Kyle about this. It wasn't something he could just pretend he hadn't seen.

The bell had eventually rung while they were still sitting in the hallway and Kenny had had to grab both their bags before running back to get Stan, ultimately dragging him to their next class, gym. As they had gotten dressed in the locker room, he had felt Kyle's eyes on him. Normally he loved that feeling, but today it felt strange and foreign. He had looked over at the redhead. When their eyes met, Kyle had smiled and waved at him. It took all Stan had to not just turn away and ignore him. After that, it seemed Kyle had caught on that something was up, especially after Stan had brushed off his attempts to talk to him. Eventually the redhead gave up and just immersed himself in the game.

Stan glanced over his shoulder at the redhead behind him, who was chasing after a stray basketball. They boys had been divided up into two teams for gym today, starting a big classwide basketball game. Normally, Stan would love this, especially since he and Kyle were on the same team. Today, however, all he could think about was what he had seen. He was distracted.

So distracted, in fact, that he failed to see the basketball thrown his way.

He was shaken out of his stupor by Kenny's loud cry of "STAN!" and turned just in time to see the basketball hurtling towards him. It smashed into his face before he had a chance to react and as pain rocketed through him, Stan could feel himself falling. He hit the ground with a loud thud as stars swam across his vision.

The last thing he saw was a blur of red as Kyle ran over to him before his vision faded to black and he felt himself drift into unconsciousness.

…

"Craig, what the fuck?!" Kenny yelled, grabbing the boy's gym shirt in his fist and yanking him forward. The black-haired boy scowled in irritation, reaching up to grab Kenny's wrist.

"I was playing the game, dumbass," he growled. "It's not my fault dipshit here wasn't paying attention."

"That was obvious though!" Kenny barked. "He's dealing with a lot, you didn't have to hit him with the fucking ball!"

"It was an accident!" Craig snapped back.

"Liar! You're still pissed with him for what happened earlier with Tweek! Stan was helping you, don't take it out on him!" Kenny yelled.

"Lot of good that did," Craig muttered. "Does it really fucking matter if it was on purpose or not? You can't prove anything anyway."

Kenny's blue eyes flashed and he reared back, clenching his hand into a fist. Just as he started to swing, he felt someone's arms close around his own, holding him back. The blonde swung around to see Kyle staring at him, hands clenched tightly.

"Kenny, now's not the time," Kyle said quietly, though the anger in his own voice was obvious. "Craig'll get what's coming to him. For now, I need your help taking Stan to the nurse. I can't carry him myself." Kenny stared at him for a minute before nodding, letting go of Craig's shirt as the boy stumbled backwards, coughing. As they walked away, Kenny watched out of the corner of his eye as Tweek scurried over to Craig as fast as he could.

"They're both idiots," Kyle muttered, noticing the shock on Kenny's face. "Tweek wasn't pissed that Craig cheated on him, he was pissed that Craig had someone else suck him off. Apparently he wanted to do that but didn't know how to instigate anything."

"Well, they're not the only idiots," Kenny said, bending over to pull one of Stan's arms around his shoulder as Kyle did the same with the opposite.

"What do you mean by that?" Kyle asked incredulously as they straightened up and began walking towards the nurse's office. Kenny glanced at him and smirked. If Kyle honestly had no idea what he was referring to, then that could only be good news- at least for Stan anyways.

"Well it's sort of a long story, and it has everything to do with what I told you about Wendy this morning," Kenny began. "Y'see…"

…

The first thing Stan felt upon regaining consciousness was the dull throb o the back of his head where it had smacked into the floor when he fell. The next thing was the stinging sensation in his right cheek, a clear sign of where the ball had struck him earlier. However, as he slowly blinked open his eyes, he could also feel something warm covering his hand.

"Stan?" A quiet voice asked, and he turned to see Kyle staring down at him worriedly. The redhead was holding his hand tightly. Stan managed to give him a small smile as he squeezed the boy's hand. A wide grin of relief broke out across Kyle's face as he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Thank God. If you weren't going to wake up soon, I was gonna have to take you to the hospital."

"Wait, what time is it?" Stan asked in surprise, noticing for the first time that the light streaming in through the windows was golden yellow and slowly dying.

"School ended a while ago," Kyle answered. "It's nearly 5."

"What?! Wait, why are you still here?" Stan questioned. Kyle cocked his head in confusion.

"What do you mean? I'm your ride home, right?"

"Well yeah, but, I mean, if you had something important you needed to do…" Stan let his voice trail off, hoping Kyle would get the message.

"What would be more important than caring for my unconscious boyfriend?" Kyle asked in response.

"I don't know, talk to Cartman or something," Stan muttered, pulling his hand away and rolling to the side so this back was facing Kyle. This time, the redhead finally got it. There were a few moments of silence before a soft snickering started to escape from behind Stan. As the boy looked over his shoulder, Kyle started to laugh. Hard. Very, very hard.

"What's so funny?!" Stan barked as Kyle doubled over.

"So this is what Kenny meant!" The redhead crowed between fits of laughter. "I can't believe you were actually worried about that! I mean, me and Cartman?! Seriously, dude, what the fuck?! That's oddly hilarious!"

"Oh what, I can't be worried when I see my boyfriend flirting with another guy?! Wanna tell me what all that was then?!" Stan cried angrily, shooting up in bed and grabbing Kyle by the shoulders. The redhead's laughter died down.

"We weren't flirting," Kyle said, reaching up to pull Stan's hands off of him. "That was-"

"Oh really?!" Stan yelled, not giving him time to finish. Kyle winced as Stan's fingers dug into his shoulders, sending pain shooting through him. "Laughing and being super close and whispering together isn't flirting?! Y'know, if you liked someone else, you could just tell me! I'll break up with you, so you don't need to lead me on like some kind of slut, you-"

A loud slap rang through the room as Kyle's palm connected with Stan's left cheek, leaving another stinging red welt on his face. As Stan let go of Kyle and raised a hand to his cheek, he turned to see Kyle's green eyes glistening with rage.

"Stan, you need to shut up and listen to me," Kyle said quietly, his face a mask of hurt and anger. "I was talking to Cartman about dating, I'll give you that, but it wasn't with me. It was with Wendy."

Stan stared at him blankly for a few seconds before muttering "What?"

"Cartman likes Wendy. I have a lot of classes with her, so he asked me to help him out. Said he'd pay me if I did. And what with a certain someone's birthday coming up, I thought I could use the extra cash." As his anger died down, Kyle's eyes started to well with tears. "I admit I should've told you, but it was supposed to be a surprise since it was for your birthday. I didn't think you'd catch on this early, and I never thought you'd call me a-" he swallowed heavily. "A slut."

Stan's eyes widened in shock with every word and as Kyle whispered those last two, he leaned over and pulled the redhead into a tight hug. "I'm sorry," he muttered as he squeezed the redhead's shoulders. "I'm really sorry. I wasn't trying to believe it, but after Wendy said you two were flirting a lot, and after I saw that, I just couldn't really think straight anymore. I know you wouldn't do that, but I couldn't help getting jealous anyway. This is, like, the first time I've ever felt possessive over someone and I didn't really know what to do? I shouldn't have said that, Kyle, I'm really sorry."

There was silence for a few moments before Kyle quietly whispered "You were jealous?" Stan pulled away to see the redhead's cheeks flushing tomato red and he smiled.

"Really jealous," he answered. "Especially when I saw you start laughing like that. You're supposed to save that sort of expression for me only, okay? Don't go flaunting it around to other guys- unless you're trying to piss me off. Then it works."

"Duly noted," Kyle said, snickering. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind next time I need to get even with you." Stan smiled before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on Kyle's lips. The redhead's green eyes widened for a moment before they slowly flickered closed and allowed Stan to take the lead and press his tongue into Kyle's mouth. When Kyle pulls away for a second, Stan's lips chase after his, barely giving the redhead a chance to take a breath before they're kissing again, this time being purposefully forceful. By the time they break apart, Kyle is panting softly, a light flush dusting his cheeks. Stan grins and Kyle's blush deepens as he takes in the sexy breathless look of his boyfriend.

"We'll just see about that," Stan murmured, leaning in for more. Before he can, Kyle stands up abruptly, suddenly feelings incredibly embarrassed.

"W-We need to go home first," he muttered awkwardly, holding an arm over his face in an attempt to hide what he knows must be an embarrassingly happy expression. Stan stares at him for a minute before sighing softly and rising from the bed.

"Fine," he answered. "But you'd better be prepared for when we get back to my place."

Kyle doesn't say anything, but he didn't really need to. His expression (which he failed to hide this time) is response enough.

...

"So yeah, that was my whole day," Stan said. "Dealing with shit from other people, shit from you, shit from me, just dealing with lots of random shit. God, everyone in this town is just so fucking stupid," Stan sighed as Kyle pulled into his driveway. Parking the car, the redhead turned to look at him, a playful look in his green eyes, reflecting off the fading sunlight. Elbowing him, Kyle snickered his response.

"You're one to talk," he said, smirking. "You thought I was cheating on you. And with Cartman of all people. That's pretty fucking stupid. And besides, I may or may not have been guilty of a stupid moment today too." Stan cocked an eyebrow in surprise.

"And what would that be, Mr. Honors Student?" Kyle glanced at him in irritation, before turning away, an embarrassed flush on his cheeks.

"When Kenny told me that you and Wendy had sex in the janitor's closet, I may or may not have considered the miniscule possibility that Kenny maybe was perhaps telling the truth for a second or two… or three… or more than that."

"How long is 'more than that'?" Stan asked, to which Kyle guitlity replied

"Until lunch, when I asked you about it…"

"Dude, you really thought I'd cheat on you with her?" Stan said in shock. Kyle looked at him embarrassedly.

"No, no, but like… it's Wendy. You two dated for like years," he answered. "So the possibility of you two getting back together has always kinda been there, y'know? You didn't like guys before this, so one day you might change your mind or something. I'm just kinda insecure about it, okay?"

"Alright," Stan answered, before suddenly throwing his arm around Kyle and pulling the redhead into a brief kiss. Their lips brushed against each others gently before he pulled away and rested his head on Kyle's right shoulder, still embracing him. "But keep in mind that I have no plans to change my mind anytime soon. You're right, I'm not gay, but I still love you, okay?" Kyle looked at him in surprise before smiling softly.

"Okay," he muttered and he hugged Stan back.

"Well, now that that's settled," Stan murmured. "What say we go finish what you so rudely made me stop in the nurse's office?"

Kyle turned bright red and he opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. He tried a few more times before he gave up, falling back against the carseat with his hands covering his reddened face. "Forget people just being natural idiots," the redhead muttered. "When it comes to you, I always seem to get stupid." Stan smiled at that.

"Well, I guess we're both pretty fucking stupid then," Stan said as he stepped out of the car, and he wondered what he had thought was wrong with that in the first place.