A/N: K2, because, why not? A Cutters oneshot will be posted as well.

I am not a fucking fag, Kyle told himself mentally. He side-glanced at Kenny, who was lounging on Kyle's couch and scarfing down chips. He had taken his parka hood down for once (although he had only taken it down to eat chips more easily).

He turned his attention back to the television, where Terrance was farting on Phillip. "Aha! You farted on me again!" Phillip said in response. The two men on screen erupted into laughter and Kenny chuckled. It sounded cute to Kyle.

Stop doing that! Cartman is not going to be right for once! Kyle screamed inside of his head. Kenny was blissfully unaware of the mental battle his friend was having, and instead continued to watch the program on the television. He glanced over at the blonde again. He was still eating chips and was content. Kyle turned back to the front and got an idea. Don't do it. Gaywad. He could almost hear Cartman's voice teasing him.

"K-Kenny?" Kyle asked with a stutter. He mentally face-palmed. Since when did he stutter?

"Hm?" He replied while keeping his eyes glued to the screen.

Don't you dare fucking do it Kyle. I swear to- "Um...do you think you can help me with homework?" He choked out. Kenny searched for the remote and paused the episode.

"What kind?" Kenny questioned.

"Urm...oh, uh, art homework!" Kyle quickly blurted out.

"Art? That's a class?"

"I'm supposed to sketch someone, and Stan isn't around today. That's why I want-"

"Why would you ask Stan? He obviously isn't as sexy as I am." Kenny said with a failed wink. Kyle rolled his eyes and pulled a piece of paper, along with a pencil, out of his backpack. Kenny sat on the couch with a neutral look on his face. Kyle scribbled down some lines on the paper, and looked up at Kenny every once in a while. He grinned.

After a staggering three minutes, Kyle finished. He looked at Kenny, then at the paper, then folded the paper and gave it to Kenny.

"Wait aren't you supposed-"

"I think you have to go home right now, right?" Kyle asked, with a faint blush on his cheeks. Kenny looked at the time.

"Yeah, I guess so." Kenny said, pulling his parka hood back up.

"See you tomorrow...or never." Kyle told him and shut the door. What did he mean by never? Kenny thought.

He started to walk home before he remembered the paper Kyle had given him. He found it weird that Kyle had given his homework to Kenny, but whatever. Kenny stopped in the middle of Kyle's house's pathway and unfolded the paper.

'I can't actually draw, I just wanted to spend more time with you.' It displayed in lopsided lettering. Kenny looked at it, then back up at Kyle's house. Did Kyle really...? He went back up to his house, and rang the doorbell. He didn't give a fuck if he wasn't home tonight.

Sheila answered the door. "Oh hello Kenny!" She said with a cheerful smile. Kenny was a bit suspicious of what was going on with her..."Kyle's upstairs in his room if you're looking for him...although, weren't you literally just here two minutes ago?"

Kenny nodded and made his way up the stairs. He knocked on Kyle's door, and heard a muffled groan, before he answered the door.

"Oh..." Kyle looked down at the floor embarrassed.

"Was that your way of asking me out, or what?" Kenny asked. Kyle refused to make eye contact with the blonde, and instead continued looking at his carpeting. Wool had suddenly become very interesting...

Kenny pulled out a wrinkled notecard from his pocket, and snatched a pen off of Kyle's desk. He wrote down a note on the backside and gave it to Kyle.

'Yes.' was all it said, but Kyle still smiled.