It was now officially not his birthday anymore. Butters sighed and blew out what was left of his candles. The rest of the blue sparkley candle wax was on the chocolate icing of the cake. He slowly walked into the living room of his apartment where Kyle and Stan sat sipping on their beers and talking casually. Bebe and Wendy were sitting at the window sill smoking and ashing out the window while Eric tried to make a house out of cards. There were a few other people scattered throughout the house but it didn't matter to Butters because the only person he wanted to be there wasn't. Stan started laughing at something Kyle said but stopped when he saw Butter's face. His eyes softened and he smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry Butters, I don't think he forgot I think he just got caught up at work." Stand put his beer down and took out his phone, "I'll call him again."
"You know what I think?" Butters looked at the floor and began shuffling his feet together, "I think my-my boyfriend of almost four years forgot my tw-twenty first birthday and went out to a bar with his coworkers like he usually would any oth-other Friday night. Don't bother calling Stan. I'm gonna go upstairs for a while." Butter's eyes started welling up and he didn't want to cause a big fuss but both Kyle and Stan jumped off the couch and put their arms around him.
"No Butters, this is a big deal. It's not like he didn't know this party was happening! I'm going to keep calling him and if he doesn't answer I'll go out and find him myself." Stan patted Butter's back and then went outside to make like the 50th call to Mr. Kenneth Mccormick.
"Butter's, you want to go upstairs and relax for a bit?" Kyle could see in Butter's face that he was on the verge of tears. He nodded and they made their way up to Kenny and Butter's bedroom. As soon as Kyle closed the door Butters was sniffling and covering his face. He hated crying in front of people, "Butters it's going to be okay," Kyle hugged him tightly and then pulled him back to look him in the eyes, "We're all going to go out to the club soon and then you will be so wasted you won't know who's here and who's not."
"Yeah, b-but what's the point if I don't even ha-have my stupid boyfriend to dance with!" Butters cried.
"Stan and I will dance with you Butters, it's about you tonight." Kyle pushed back Butter's wavy blonde tuft of hair and rubbed his shoulder, "I'm sorry Kenny can be such a douche sometimes dude."
"You know, I wouldn't care if it was anything else!" Butters shouted and began pacing the room, "I didn't care when he forgot our anniversary, I didn't care when he forgot my promotion party, and I didn't even fucking care that he forgot my cousin's wedding- but he knew how much I was look-looking forward to this birthday. I'm the fucking youngest, I haven't been able to go to-to the bar with him yet and he forgets the day I turn twenty one? Fuck this." Butters walked over to his full length mirror and roughly wiped his eyes. At least he looked nice. He wore his new pink button up shirt, with black pants, and these really nice loafers his mom got him for Christmas. He had the necklace on that Kenny gave him the day Kenny finally asked him to be his boyfriend. It wasn't anything special just a gold necklace with a small set of wings on it. Kenny's mom gave it to him to keep him safe but obviously that shit didn't work.
"I know but I'm sure he didn't do it on purpose." It was the only thing Kyle could think to say. As soon as Butters turned around the door opened and Stan stood there with a crooked smile on his face.
"Someone's here to see you." Stan stepped aside and Kenny, looking like a sad puppy, walked in with a bouquet of flowers poorly hidden behind his back, "We'll leave you two alone, we're heading to the club in like a half hour though." Kyle quickly walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Butters stood there with his arms crossed looking at the floor while Kenny changed out of his work shirt and into his wife beater and hoodie. He stood awkwardly in front of Butters, looking down at him because Butter's was only like 5'6" and Kenny was at least 6'2".
"There's cake downstairs if you want it, but it's covered in wax." Was all Butters could think to say and he turned back to the mirror to fix his puffy pink eyes.
"Baby, I am so sorry." Kenny wrapped his arms around Butters but he was ignored.
"It's fine." Butters just kept dabbing his eyes as he stared into the mirror.
"I swear I didn't forget, I just got so caught up in this conversation with Melissa at work and then we continued it on the way to the bar and I just got so distracted and I never turned my phone off of silent when I got out so I only noticed Stan's calls when I went outside to smoke." Butter's shook him off and he stopped rambling.
"I don't want to talk about it anymore, Kenny. I just want to go to the club and drink and then come back and go to sleep." He grabbed his pea coat from the closet.
"Please just be mad at me if you are mad, I hate when you don't express that you're mad." Kenny sat on the bed and ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair.
"I don't wa-wanna talk about it, Kenny." Butters silently cursed himself for stuttering because it was a dead giveaway that he was upset.
"I love you." Kenny took Butter's hand and pulled him over to the bed so he was standing between his legs, "Happy birthday, baby."
"How could you forget?" Butters whispered as his eyes started to well up again.
"I didn't forget, Butters—"
"I woke up to you saying see you after work babe, no happy birthday then right?" Butters was still whispering because he hated having confrontation, especially with Kenny.
"I did know it was your birthday this morning I was just in a rush." Butter's knew he was lying.
"Then why didn't you say it then?" Butters stepped back and stared down at him, "Why didn't you wake me up this morning to kiss me and say happy birthday, like you used to?" Tears streamed down his cheeks.
"I promise Butter's I did know it was your birthday today. I promise. I'm so sorry." Kenny got up and pulled him into a tight hug, "I'm sorry I didn't do those things, I should have." He kissed Butter's on the head and rested his chin there.
"It's okay…I know it wasn't on purpose." Butter's sighed. He was annoyed with himself now for being dramatic and making a big deal out of nothing.
"I love you, baby." Kenny lifted his chin and gave him a small smile. Butters smiled back and stood on his tip toes to kiss him.
"I love you too yah douche bag. Who the fuck is Melissa?" Kenny laughed at him grabbed his hand as they headed back downstairs.
"Don't worry, darlin' she aint got nothin' on you." Kenny gave him a smirk. Butters knew from the start of their relationship that Kenny was bi, but Kenny always assured him that no vagina in the world could tear him away from Butters. Butters was also luckily not the jealous type. Kenny most definitely was, which was a big reason why they were just going to go to a regular club tonight and not a gay club. If anyone even gave Butters a wink Kenny would get all possessive and grabby. Butters didn't mind though and most of the time he kind of liked it. It only became a problem when Kenny would meet some of Butter's coworkers and become Mr. Over protective.
"I see the lovers quarrel is over." Cartman rolled his eyes as he ashed his cigar out the window. Wendy was curled up under his arm looking happy drunk with her bun, which looked elegant upon arrival, now falling out. Wendy and Cartman had now been together for about two years. They had both decided to go to the county college for law degrees and ended up in a lot of the same classes. They still acted like they were in fourth grade though, "Wake up ho, time to get our drank on at the club." Cartman turned around so Wendy could jump on his back and he carried out the door.
"You guys ready to go? We have a surprise." Kyle smiled and looked toward the window. Butter's dragged Kenny over and squeaked in excitement.
"Oh shit balls, you guys rented a limo? You didn't have too, that's so cool!" He ran over to Stan and Kyle and threw his arms around them.
"We wanted you to arrive in style dude." Stan looked at Kyle and smile.
They all headed down and packed themselves into the hummer stretch limo. The club was about a half hour away and was right outside of Denver. They had champagne and vodka shots the whole way there. Butters never had a high tolerance for drinking which only became a problem if he got ballsy and tried to keep up with Kenny. Kenny could probably out drink Cartman who was the same height but at least twice his weight. When they arrived at the club Butters was feeling great. He wasn't too drunk but not too sober. Wendy was basically a mess but she tried to pull herself together.
"Cartman-eric-go-, I wanna dance- now!" She slurred as she stumbled out of the car.
"Yeah, you'll dance and then you'll pass out on the bar." He snorted and picked her up again.
They headed into the club and Butters hoped the rest of the night would go the way he had pictured it. Of course though, being Butters and all, he was wrong.