So this just came to me last night and I just had to write it, so here it is. I hope you enjoy it :)

Disclaimer: I do not, in anyway, own south park or the characters.

Kyle left silence in his wake as he moved down South Park High School's hallway. He passed group after group of girls who, once he was out of ear shot, some began to gossip bout how hot the new kid was, others about how different he looked.

Girl's eyes, and some guy's, automatically sought out his ass as he moved confidently pass them, the new skinny jeans leaving nothing to the imagination. Round, yet firm. The next thing people notice was his hair, falling straight, covering his eyes slightly and tickling his neck. His normal hat was gone, leaving the redness of his hair exposed, it seemed to act as a beacon and half of the people thought it was died.

Only Kyle didn't pay any attention to any of this, he was set on one goal, find Stan. And when he did he wasn't disappointed with his reaction. As soon as Stan's eyes fell on Kyle he stopped his conversation with Kenny mid-sentence. Stan's eyes roamed Kyle's body, taking in everything, the change in Kyle's hair, Kyle's tight shirt along with his new, very tight, pants, and when Kyle leaned against his locker which was located next to Stan's a smirk playing on his lips as he asked, "So Stan, what do you think?". He span in a circle letting Stan see every part of his outfit.

Stan had to swallow the access saliva that filled his mouth. "It- you- you look good Kyle. W- what brought this on?" Kyle turned to Kenny and gave him a look which made him make a hasty exit while giving Kyle two thumbs up behind Stan's back.

Kyle turned his attention back to Stan and gave him a smile. "Oh you know, the school football and baseball star can't come out and have a boyfriend who looks like a total nerd, I can at least not look like one. Besides I've been planning to do this since freshman year and we only have a little over a year in a half left so I thought what the hell. Why, I thought you liked it." Kyle ended with a pout at his boyfriend of two years. Stan had to resist leaning in and rolling Kyle's bottom lip between his teeth.

"You know I love you for you, not what you look like." Kyle's face began to heat up with a blush as his heart sang at Stan's words, who didn't want to hear stuff like that?

Kyle turned to open his locker as he regained his composure before answering in a soft voice, "But I don't think the new look hurts, I'm still me, I just look a little different." Kyle grabbed his English book and turned back to Stan to smile again. "So I guess I'll see you later?" And without waiting for an answer walked away, swinging his hips as he left, knowing Stan couldn't resist the movement.

Laughter bubbled up as he felt hands spin him around and push him against a locker. Aware everyone in the hall was watching, Stan leaned in and placed his lips on Kyle's. They ignored a shout of "Oh my god, I knew they were fucking fags!" to focus more on each other. Some girls had their phones out taking pictures, more were ahhing at the display of affection and almost all the guys were making disgusted faces and turning away, all except two.

Kenny was leaning against the lockers, his hands around Butter's waist. Both were smiling proudly at their two friends. As Stan and Kyle broke off the kiss and leaned their foreheads against one another, both couldn't be happier. This wasn't how Stan had planned to come out to his peers about his and Kyle's relationship, but he wouldn't have it any other way.