Author's Note: Hullo thur.

I've recently discovered this pairing within South Park and decided to write a lil' story about it. The plot was inspired by a picture someone had drawn on DeviantArt (the picture in no way belongs to me, but the story idea was too good to pass up). I thank the person who made it.

As usual, obligatory disclaimers, South Park does not belong to me, but I do love it so.

Creek, Craig x Tweek.

There will be Boys Love, no likey, there's a handy Back button for you.

Chapter One:

"Will you go out with me?"

The tentative question from the usually stoic boy had been enough to knock Tweek off his feet, almost literally. He could remember the faint blush that had dusted Craig Tucker's cheeks as he asked, his eyes fixated on the ground as if hoping it would swallow him up if Tweek rejected him. It was this memory that was currently getting Tweek through math class.

Math was so much pressure. All those numbers, only adding more and more to every equation with every year of school he miraculously managed to pass. It made Tweek's head spin to look at the stupid textbook. Instead, his eyes were focused on the chalkboard Mr. Garrison was writing down math problems for the class to solve. Mr. Garrison had simply rose up in the ranks of teachers, ue to the lack of people willing to man any class with Eric Cartman in it. Said individual was busy making spit balls and attempting to throw them in a certain red head's direction, though the angry Jewish boy was easily avoiding them and throwing bigger pieces of paper with curse words back at Cartman's seat.

Craig hadn't come to school today so Tweek had nothing to distract him from the rising dread that Mr. Garrison might call on him to answer a math problem. He could feel the twitching returning to his limbs as he hoped the teacher would skip over him. Unfortunately, there was no such luck in the life of Tweek.

"Tweek, Eric and Butters. Come up and solve for these three problems."

"Gah!" Tweek yelped, pushing his chair back with a screech. He followed a complaining Cartman to the front of the class and tried to repeat a calming mantra Craig had taught him the day they'd started dating. Dating. Now there was something that certainly wasn't helping the twitching. Craig had assured Tweek that the relationship would be kept a secret so no one would pester Tweek during class and to make extra sure that Cartman couldn't make up some ridiculous song and dance about teasing gays. But that didn't stop Tweek from worrying.

His writing was horrible and the sound of the chalk on the board made Tweek shiver unpleasantly. Quickly scribbling in an answer he thought was right, Tweek was the first one back to his seat.

"Eric, you need to study. I can't even begin to explain why this equation doesn't result in your answer of Boob. Tweek...please bring a calculator next time you come up, it might help." Tweek whimpered in response to Garrison's advice, though he knew the man was probably right. "And Butters, very good. You're maintaining the image that only one kid in this class knows what they're doing."

The class followed this basic procedure until the bell rang. Tweek was the first one out the door, as usual, his watch set to the exact time of the schools bell. He was out the door so fast, he nearly collided with a boy walking down the hallway in a blue hoodie.

"Ah! S-sorry!" Tweek stumbled back, only to be caught by the arm and pulled along the hall. "Gah, let-let go!"

"How did class go?"

Tweek paused in his protests. He recognized that voice. "Craig?"

Craig turned to look at Tweek, his expression neutral as usual, but his voice was calm and comforting. "Sorry I missed class. Wasn't really feeling the douche bag Garrison vibe today."

"Hm. Ah! Yeah, h-he was doing board p-problems again." Tweek said, quickening his step so he could walk beside Craig instead of being pulled along behind him.

"Sounds boring. More boring than normal. I don't like that." Craig said.

Tweek blinked, one eye winking an extra time as he struggled to stop his body from trembling as he walked. He knew he should have stopped with the caffeine run years ago but...well, ever since his father had actually learned variety with his blends, Tweek had been testing them all. Some were worse than others.

"So w-what did you do all d-day?" Tweek asked, clutching his arms to his chest as they walked towards the stairs that led to the cafeteria.

Craig gave a shrug and slid his hands into his pockets. "I went to check the video store to see if any new games came out. Nothing good, as usual." When they reached about the midpoint in the staircase, Craig stopped, turning abruptly to look at Tweek. The twitchy boy stopped too, though he quickly looked around to see if anyone was around. "I know we've played it a million times before, but wanna come to my house after school and play that rental game Clyde lent to me?"

Tweek noticed Craig step forward as he spoke and the blond boy stepped back, bumping into the banister behind him. "Gah! Um...I-I s- yeah. I'm free."

Craig smiled, a rare occurrence, and leaned forward so he was just inches from Tweek's nose.

"Good."

Tweek blushed furiously, feeling his whole head heat up from embarrassment as Craig's lips moved closer and closer-...and then he couldn't see anything.

Craig blinked and glanced down just in time to catch Tweek before he hit the stairs. The poor boy had passed out before he'd even gotten a kiss. They'd been dating two weeks so far and this was the fourth attempt that had failed. Sighing, Craig lifted Tweek up in his arms and proceeded towards the nurses office instead.