NOTE: Little warning for underage drinking and implied sexual content! There's mentions of dancing later on and this is the song they dance to: watch?v=uK1_weJspuA (If the link doesn't show up, it's "Cry to Me-Dirty Dancing Soundtrack) (That's at least the version I used in my mind while writing)

Hope you enjoy this long, somewhat fluffy chapter! Any and all feedback appreciated!

Craig had accidentally spent the night at the Tweak residence (again), waking up at the sound of his alarm the next morning. He swore to himself, shooting his mom a quick text.

Hey ma. Sorry I never came home last night. :(

It's okay sweetheart! I know how scary yesterday probably was. I'll see you after work. Love you!

Craig hummed when he saw the text, jumping up and tugging his clothes on. Tweek made no effort to move, knowing Craig had to go to work. He smiled a bit at the warm kiss pressed to his cheek.

"See you later?" Craig whispered, continuing to press gentle kisses to Tweek's cheek. Tweek let out a soft laugh.

"Yeah." He breathed out, humming as Craig tucked him in. He immediately fell back to sleep, the lingering smell of Craig's cologne on his pillow. It wasn't until his dad came in at nine thirty that Tweek woke back up, stretching his arms above his head as his dad sat on the edge of his bed. He held out a pill bottle to Tweek.

"I went ahead and got your meds, kiddo." He mumbled, trying everything to not look at Tweek's forearms. Tweek blushed, tugging a sweatshirt that was on his floor over his head to hide his arms. He hated acting like that. He hated the way it made him feel afterward, but more importantly, he hated the way it made his parents feel: helpless. Tweek felt helpless too, but his parents have been unable to figure out how to help him, and he knows it kills them. He took the pill bottle, tossing two into his mouth and sipping at some water left in a water bottle by his bed.

"Thanks dad," He bit his lip, looking down. "I'm…I'm sorry." Richard shook his head, grabbing Tweek's hands.

"Son, I don't want an apology," Tweek looked up at him, his eyes wide. "It's something you can't help. How could I be upset or angry with you for that?"

"I just…feel so bad!"

"Don't. Please don't. Your mother and I should be sorry! We don't…we had to call your boyfriend to help us! We should know how to help you!" Tweek was surprised at how emotional his father had become, biting his lip. He reached up and wiped his dad's cheeks, tossing his arms around his neck and nuzzling his face into his shoulder.

"It's okay. Sometimes I don't even know how to handle it." He whispered, closing his eyes as his dad wrapped his arms tightly around him.

"Y-your mother and I are just…scared. We're scared as to-to how things will be while you're in Philadelphia. I think yesterday was the worst I've ever seen you and-and I'm just afraid it will be worse the next time!" Tweek nodded, understanding his parent's concern.

"I won't let it happen. And-and if I even feel it coming on I'll call you, mom, or Craig. I'll-I'll do everything in my power to stop it, alright?" He pulled away to look his dad in the eye, his dad chuckling before raising his pinky finger up.

"Is that a pinky promise?" Tweek couldn't help but grin, locking pinkies with his dad.

"Pinky promise."

After a nice hot shower to wash any remaining anxiety away, Tweek got dressed for the day. He heard his phone buzzing, seeing it was Wendy.

"Hello?"

"Hey! Bebe, Heidi, and I are going to the diner. Come along."

"What time?"

"Now!"

"Jeez, alright. I'm on my way!"

"We're outside your house!" Tweek blinked, tugging his jacket on.

"What if I was like, going to the bathroom or some shit?"

"Tweek, I saw you in your bedroom window. Come on!" Tweek snickered, hanging up the phone before calling out a goodbye to his parents. He rushed out to the car, hopping into the back seat of Bebe's car with Heidi.

"You look rough. Were you up late?" Bebe said as she pulled out of his driveway, heading to the diner.

"Kind of. Not really."

"I saw Craig leaving your driveway earlier today. Did he keep ya up?" Heidi teased, nudging Tweek's arm. He blushed.

"No, he just spent the night."

"Jesus! You two either need to fuck or move on!" Bebe groaned, Tweek smiling at his feet.

"Well…about, uh, about that…" Wendy's eyes widened, both her and Heidi realizing at the same time what Tweek meant.

"WHAT?!" They shouted, their eyes lighting up.

"Shut the fuck up you didn't!" Heidi practically squealed, clapping her hands together.

"Shut up! I'll tell you more at the diner!"

Once at the diner, they took their seats, Heidi and Bebe going over to the jukebox to pick a few songs while Tweek and Wendy ordered food and drinks for everyone. Once everyone settled in and Tweek had his coffee, Bebe turned to him.

"Okay, spill it. Tell us everything. And I mean everything about Craig Tucker in bed." Tweek blushed, grinning around his mug.

"I'm not sharing everything! But…it was the day before Christmas Eve. You know we have our annual Secret Santa thing. I was still a little drunk and he had pulled me for Secret Santa and he just…he was so emotional and honest with me and he made me feel so special and we…just went back to my place and…yeah." The girls were practically squealing, Wendy being the one to shush them.

"Okay, I just…I have to ask."

"Wendy…" Heidi teased, her eyes lighting up.

"How big?" Tweek choked on his coffee, coughing as the other girls laughed.

"Wendy!" He hissed, his cheeks bright red.

"Tweek, your dating the hottest boy in school! We want details!" Bebe chimed in, sipping at her milkshake. Tweek rolled his eyes, smiling.

"Okay, wait. I'll move my hands out and you just tell me when." Heidi said, twisting to face Tweek on their side of the booth. She started with her hands together, slowly moving them apart. Tweek finally raised a finger, signaling her to stop. All of them yelled in shock, Bebe slamming her hands on the table.

"What the fuck! That's so unfair!" She whined, Tweek letting out a laugh and shrugging.

"Bebe, you know Clyde has been literally dedicating all of senior year to try and win you over." Bebe blushed, mixing her milkshake with her straw with a soft smile.

"Clyde? Oh…yeah." She smiled a little wider. Tweek blinked.

"Spill it." He said, causing Bebe to blush harder.

"We uh…hooked up after my Christmas party." Now it was Tweek joining Wendy and Heidi with the cheering.

"Jesus, it was about time!" Wendy laughed, taking a bite of her pancakes.

"I know! I just…I like him back! But I'm not going to school right away and he is and I'm afraid it won't work out!" She admitted, a slight flash of fear crossing her face. Wendy and Tweek slumped in their seats a bit, the feeling all too familiar.

"I know what you mean," Wendy finally said, all of them turning to her. "Stan and I have been arguing more. I think he's nervous I'll forget about him within the first few months or that I'll meet someone who, as he puts it "is just as successful as you, Wendy" and I'll break it off and go out with the successful guy." Tweek nodded, swallowing hard.

"That's why Craig and I were hesitant…I'm going across the country and-and he's staying in Colorado and I'm afraid the distance will be a factor as to why we may break up…" The girls fell silent for a moment, Heidi being the first to speak.

"Eric called me drunk on Christmas," They all quickly turned their attention to her, knowing how crazy Eric Cartman can be, especially towards Heidi Turner. "He called me crying, begging to give him one more chance before the end of the school year. Promising to be better than the last time we dated…and-and I went and saw him," Tweek reached out and wrapped an arm around her as she wiped her eyes. "And-and he was so nice to me and…fuck. I was weak. I…slept with him…" They all blinked, Wendy speaking first.

"Was it…your first time?" Heidi shook her head.

"No. We had sex freshman year before I broke up with him. It sucked that we broke up a few months after having sex for the first time but…he's just…he confuses me!"

"Believe me, he confuses all of us." Bebe murmured, everyone nodding in agreement.

"Well…maybe if you want to try things one more time, which is sounds like you do, maybe you lay out some…ground rules," Tweek said, leaning back to face her. "Look, I'm putting this nicely, but Eric is an asshole. Need I remind you he punched me after coming out," Heidi flinched, biting her lip. "But, we were thirteen. We're eighteen now and he's about to go out into the world and get a cruel taste of the reality outside of this mountain town. Especially with him going to Tennessee. Maybe you tell him that he can't be calling you drunk every time you two argue and make you feel like the victim, tell him he can't act like he doesn't want this relationship because he very clearly does want this, and tell him you are perfectly okay without him and you're doing this because you also want this one more time." Heidi nodded slowly, clearly thinking very hard.

"Yeah…that…sounds good. I…thanks guys. I needed another opinion before I did anything else stupid." Wendy put her hand on hers.

"It isn't stupid that you slept with him. You still like him. He clearly still likes you, too. I saw him grimacing at Bebe's party during spin the bottle when Stan kissed you. He was laughing, but he was also grimacing as he tried to act strong. Eric can be hard to be around, but, very rarely, he can be very sweet…especially to you." Heidi nodded, smiling a bit.

"I'll give him a call later. Thanks guys."

"And you," Wendy turned to Bebe. "Just fucking date Clyde!" Tweek let out a laugh, sipping at his coffee. He didn't notice his sleeves slipping down to reveal his forearms. Bebe was the first to notice, reaching out with wide eyes to grab his wrist and tugging his sleeve up.

"Tweek…" She breathed out, Tweek quickly tugging his arm back and sitting on his hands.

"Jesus, Bebe!" he hissed, his eyes wide. The girls frowned, Wendy reaching out, but quickly pulling her hand back as Tweek flinched.

"What happened?" Tweek looked down, trying not to get too upset.

"I was out of meds…" Heidi bit her lip.

"So…you…?"

"Yeah. Had a really bad panic attack and-and scratched and b-bit at my arms." A silence fell over them, none of them really knowing what to say.

"Is that why Craig was over?" Tweek nodded, letting out a sigh.

"My parents weren't s-sure what to do so they called him…he…I don't know how but he's always known how to help."

"It's because he adores you." Wendy said, causing Tweek to blush and let out a soft laugh.

"Yeah well…the feeling is mutual." After that, the conversation became a little lighter, laughter filling their booth. This is the dynamic he'd miss the most. The four of them have been really good friends since sophomore year after doing a group project together. They just found their personalities fit really well together and even though they had been friends separately for a long time, together they were almost like siblings. The way they spoke about each other and cared for each other, Tweek was happy to have friends like this, especially some of the opposite sex. Boys were exhausting.

After spending what seemed like all day at the diner, Tweek was dropped off at his house around three o'clock. He waved goodbye to the girls as they drove off, heading inside to sit with his mom. She was relaxing in the living room sewing one of Richard's shirts as she watched Sex and the City, glancing up to smile at Tweek.

"Hello dear." She kissed his cheek as he sat on the couch next to her.

"Again with Sex and the City?" He teased, laying down to watch the show,

"You know I love this show. I just…love the relationship these girls have! And Mr. Big is easy on the eyes." Tweek snorted, looking at the TV.

"Yeah you got that right."

"You know, I think Craig would grow up to look like him." He turned to face his mom.

"Mr. Big?" She smiled and nodded.

"He's got similar features." Tweek blushed, staring at the screen again, studying the character.

"Huh…I could see it." He murmured, his mind running wild. He wonders if he'll be around to see grown up, super mature, adult Craig Tucker. His mind continued to create fantasies about Craig and the future for another few hours. Tweek finally grew tired of watching TV, sitting up and kissing his mom's cheek.

"Going out?"

"Gonna go see Craig."

"Be back by midnight!" She called out as Tweek left. He dialed Craig's number as he got in the car. After a few rings, the nasaly voice of his boyfriend met his ears.

"Hey babe, what's up?"

"Wanted to see if you were busy. Just…talked about you a lot today with the girls and now you're all I'm thinking about."

"That's sweet of you. I'm at the gym actually. But I'm almost done if you want to meet me here. Just come into the gym when you get here. I have about thirty minutes left of my work out." Tweek's heart fluttered at the thought of watching Craig work out. It was no secret Craig Tucker was ripped. Everyone knew the ice hockey team was ripped. The coach had them do an intense work out that kept them in shape for the season, most of them choosing to follow it even in the off season.

"Yeah, I'll uh, I'll see you soon." He breathed out, quickly hanging up the phone and turning his car on. The radio blared Poison's Talk Dirty to Me, causing him to groan as he pulled out of his driveway. All this talk about sex and working out and visualizing the future with a hot, mature, professional Craig Tucker has made him horny. Tweek Tweak has never felt this horny ever. Maybe it's because he's now had sex and knows what to expect from it, but now a song about sex was playing and all he could visualize the entire drive to the gym was sex. He wasn't angry about it, just very, very sexually frustrated. He took a moment to breathe before turning his car off and walking into the gym. It was relatively empty, only about twenty people there. It didn't take long to find Craig, his boyfriend being the most in shape person there. He slowly made his way over to the pull up bar Craig was at, swallowing hard as he approached him. His back was to him, giving Tweek a good view of Craig's back muscles at work. He was obviously sweaty, but Tweek didn't mind. It made his tan skin look good (somehow, in the harsh florescent gym lighting) and Tweek was very thankful for that. He waited for Craig to hop down before giving his side a squeeze, causing the taller boy to jump as he spun around. He grinned, seeing it was Tweek.

"Hey you," He gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I'm almost done I just have to lift. Spot me?" Tweek nodded, shooting him a smile. On the inside, however, Tweek was screaming. He's never really gotten to just look at Craig's body like this. Sure, he's seen him shirtless before, but he's never seen his body working. Watching the way his body and muscles move was interesting and so hot. He followed Craig over to a weight bench, noting how much weight Craig was putting on. He better not fuck up because there is no way I can lift that off of him. Tweek thought, standing behind the bench anyways as Craig laid down.

"How was work?" Tweek asked as Craig started lifting.

"Fine. Relatively slow." He said, Tweek counting mentally how many reps he was doing.

"How many you gotta do?"

"Fifty," Tweek blushed, already up to twenty in his head. He fell silent, watching Craig's arms as he lifted. They only started shaking slightly as he got to forty-five, and even then, it seemed so easy for Craig to finish and put the weights back in their resting place. He sat up, tugging his tank top over his head. Nonono not now not now! Tweek thought, swallowing hard. Seeing how sweaty Craig was and watching the sweat drip from his nose and after seeing him basically lift the equivalency of Tweek's body weight was not doing anything to ease the sexual frustration Tweek was facing. Craig took a sip of his water, laughing softly. "Now look who's up in space." Tweek snapped back into reality, blushing a dark red.

"Huh? Oh! S-sorry." He looked at his feet, embarrassed that his boyfriend had to see him practically drooling over him. Craig smirked, placing a hand on top of Tweek's, It was warm from working out, Tweek feeling the heat radiating off of Craig's body.

"You alright?"

"Yeah just-"

"Horny?" Craig breathed out, causing Tweek to twitch slightly under his hand. Tweek looked around, bright red. He nodded slowly, biting his lip. Craig bit his lip as well, tugging Tweek up.

"Come on. My place." He whispered, both boys practically running out of the gym.

They didn't make it to Craig's place. They ended up fucking in the back of Craig's car in the parking lot. It was dark and Craig's car was alone at the edge of the parking lot, both boys willing to take the risk. The cold air in the car and the mixture of Craig's body heat and Tweek's yelling caused the car windows to steam up. As they laid in the comfortable silence, Tweek laying on top of Craig while he drew circles in his back, Tweek thought back to the conversation he had with the girls today.

"Craig?" He whispered after a while.

"Hm?"

"Are we…do…what are we going to do come time for college?" Craig stopped drawing circles on his back, placing it slowly on the small of Tweek's back. He thought a moment.

"I mean…I'd like to try and do long distance…why?" Tweek propped himself up, crossing his arms across Craig's chest.

"I just…we were all talking today. And…well, first, Bebe and Clyde hooked up after her Christmas party." Craig's mouth fell open.

"And that fucker didn't tell me?!" Tweek snickered a bit.

"I know! Second, she likes him! She actually likes him! But she's hesitant to start a relationship for the same reason we were…" Craig nodded slowly, closing his eyes.

"Yeah…I understand that," He stayed silent for a moment. "What else did you all talk about today?"

"Heidi might try and get back together with Eric, Clyde and Bebe, Wendy and Stan, things we're looking forward to," Tweek bit his lip to keep from grinning. "Yourdick, uhhh-"

"Wait, why?!"

"Oh, you heard that?"

"You weren't that discrete you just said it really fast."

"They wanted to know! They wanted to know everything about the hottest boy in school in bed." Craig let out a laugh.

"They still think I'm the hottest kid in school?"

"Well…Christ, I don't blame them." Tweek admitted, tracing Craig's tattoo. Craig took the moment to watch him, holding him a little closer.

"You're beautiful." He wasn't sure what made him say it, but Craig did mean it. Both boys blushed, Tweek smiling.

"What?"

"You…you're beautiful." He repeated, sitting up against the door.

"Why?" Tweek laughed, his face bright red.

"I just…you are."

"How?" Tweek breathed out, genuinely curious. Craig thought for a moment, looking Tweek up and down.

"You have so many freckles. They look like constellations to me. Your eyes are a shade of green I didn't even know existed. Your hair is always so crazy but-but I love that. I feel like it's the only thing that's been consistent with you over the years. I love how your nose scrunches when you laugh really hard. I love how passionate you are about figure skating. I love watching you figure skate. You always look so into it and it looks like you've been doing it forever. I love that you lick your lips when you concentrate. I always thought that was cute. I love when you get drunk with me and-and you get just as silly as I do. I love how you treat my sister. She doesn't have too many friends and I love that you treat her as one. I love the way you dress. It usually doesn't match but I love that. I look forward to what you wear every day. I love that I can't get you out of my head. I just- fuck! Does that-shit-does that get my point across?" Tweek was staring at him with wide eyes, his breath shaky. How the fuck do I respond to this?! He thought, his mind racing. He pressed his lips to Craig's, gripping at the boy's shoulders. They kissed gently for a minute, Tweek pulling away.

"I fucking hate you sometimes." He breathed out, smiling. Craig couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"Sorry I just…you make me want to be honest." Tweek smiled wider.

"I appreciate that."

"Wanna come over still? We can chill and get drunk in my room?" Tweek hummed, nodding.

"Sounds like a fun time."

Once at Craig's house, the boys went up to his room after having dinner with the Tucker's. The conversation that night was light, Tricia telling how she plans on asking Ike Broflovski to the Valentine's Day dance next month. Once in Craig's room, Craig locked the door, Tweek plopping onto his bed as Craig rummaged through his closet for his alcohol stash. He pulled out a bottle of rum with some coke and two red solo cups.

"You and your rum and coke." Tweek teased, sitting up.

"Shut up," He poured two cups of rum and coke, handing one to Tweek. "Wanna make a game of this?"

"Of what, drinking?" Tweek took a few sips, shivering at how strong it was.

"Yeah. We could do like…two truths and a lie." Tweek snorted.

"Alright. Sounds good. You're first though." Craig thought a moment, sitting up against the wall.

"My favorite food is spaghetti. I broke my finger after closing a door on it after throwing a temper tantrum in second grade. I've never seen Titanic." Tweek thought a moment, smiling.

"Titantic. That's the lie." Craig shook his head with a grin.

"Drink up!" Tweek's eyes widened.

"You've seriously never seen Titanic?!" He said as he took a long drink, shaking his head in disgust after swallowing.

"Yup. Clyde begged me to see it with him after he already saw it, but I knew all he'd do is cry through it." Tweek laughed.

"Fair enough. My turn," Tweek thought a moment. "My mom and dad met as a one night stand. My favorite movie of all time is The Bee Movie. I'm allergic to nuts."

"Your mom and dad. That's such a lie." Tweek grinned, shaking his head.

"Bottoms up!" Craig's mouth opened.

"Mary and Richard, I'm surprised!" He took a few big gulps of his drink, looking at Tweek.

"What's the lie?"

"My favorite movie is Dirty Dancing."

"You're allergic to nuts?"

"Yup!"

"Since when?!"

"Always! Have you ever seen me eat nuts?"

"You eat peanuts!"

"They aren't nuts, Craig!" He laughed, taking a sip of his drink.

"I've never seen Dirty Dancing." Tweek's eyes widened.

"Fuck this game, we're watching Dirty Dancing." Tweek grabbed Craig's laptop, finding the movie online. The boys were starting to feel the buzz of the alcohol about twenty minutes into the movie, Tweek sometimes whispering lines to the movie as he leaned into Craig. Craig, in his honest opinion, loved the movie. It made him want to dance and he wanted to dance like that with Tweek. After the movie finished, he looked at Tweek, both still drunk.

"Can-can we dance like that?" He murmured, his eyes half lidded. Tweek grinned lazily, nodding.

"We-we can try now, if you want." He slurred out, causing Craig to grin. Both boys hopped up, Tweek finding a song from the movie that was a good choice to try and dance to.

"Wait! Who's-who's who?" Craig slurred, Tweek grinning.

"You're obviously Patrick Swayze."

"I'm sorry, but his character's name is Johnny Castle." Tweek rolled his eyes, tugging at Craig's shirt.

"Shut up and take your shirt off." He giggled, Craig giggling as well as he took his shirt off. Tweek put on Cry to Me, which is played during the scene Baby and Johnny have sex for the first time. Craig gasped.

"I love this song." He breathed out. Tweek snickered.

"You've only heard it once!" He laughed. Craig grinned, watching Tweek as he circled him.

"Are you-are you recreating the scene?"

"I'm trying!" Craig let out a soft laugh, quickly shutting up as Tweek's lips pressed gently against his neck. He let out a shaky breath, his hands slowly going to Tweek's hips. Their eyes locked as Tweek leaned back, Craig's hand sliding to rest on his lower back and to push him back up. As he came back up, Tweek's arms wrapped around Craig's neck, his hands sliding into the base of Craig's hair. Tweek went back to kissing lightly at Craig's neck, humming softly as Craig's head leaned back slightly with a soft moan of approval. They started moving slowly to the music, their hips pressed together as they moved. Tweek, due to his figure skating training, was very graceful and flexible, much to Craig's surprise. He caught Tweek's bent leg as he pulled it up along his side as he bent backwards again, Craig tugging him up after a moment and pressing their chests together. He held him close, tugging at his shirt. Tweek leaned back enough for Craig to tug it off, the shirt being tossed aside as Craig tugged him closer by his ass. Their lips slowly pressed together, their hips still moving to the rhythm of the music. It was Tweek who pulled away as the song faded out, breathing out, "No wonder she slept with him." Craig grinned, pulling him back into another kiss as the playlist continued on and they fell onto Craig's bed together.

They were both looking at the glow stars on Craig's ceiling, their cheeks pressed together as they held each other, the Dirty Dancing soundtrack still playing in the background as they came down from their post-orgasm high. Craig ran a finger gently up and down Tweek's shoulder while Tweek played with Craig's hair gently. Craig broke the silence.

"That was…fun." He whispered, glancing at Tweek.

"Yeah…we should dance more." Craig smiled, Tweek feeling it against his cheek.

"It was cool to dance like that." The alcohol had worn off at this point, the sex dragging them back down from their dazed and confused drunken state. They looked at each other at the same time, their cheeks still pink from sex. They grinned at each other.

"Fuck I got lucky." Craig breathed out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Tweek's ear.

"I could say the same…I can't believe we went from best friends to boyfriends." Craig kissed his nose.

"I still consider you my best friend. I always will. I don't know of any force in the universe can change that."