Author's Note: Yeah, after yesterday's chapter I decided to give some fluff because... fluff is always good. So here is the fluff.

Butters woke up with a pain in his back from the broken spring in the sofa sleeper. He grimaced as he stood, and turned to pop his back to help alleviate the pain. It didn't really work.

The first thing he did was check the door to make sure the trash bag hadn't moved. Aragog was still reigning king in their bedroom and he suddenly felt like charging in there with shoes in each hand, ready to throw at the monster of a spider. But as long as he was in there and not with them he could survive. He then made coffee and ate a pack of yogurt before he got back in bed with Kenny. There was no point in trying to wake him in a cruel manner today; he'd wake up on his own after being annoyed with hearing the television.

The bright blonde scanned the channels and finally decided to watch an episode of "Doctor Who". Karen had gotten him into the show years ago, and he was fairly sure he would never stop watching. Kenny watched it sometimes with him as well, but it wasn't at the top of his list. He preferred "The Walking Dead".

Kenny stirred in his sleep and scooted closer to Butters. He lifted his head and positioned Kenny so he would lay on his chest. Butters smiled as his thin fingers clutched at his shirt and sighed softly in content.

"Kenny?" Butters asked softly as he caressed his back. The dark blonde moaned and shook his head as he burrowed his head deeper into his shirt.

"No. Stay." He smiled and brushed the long locks of hair from Kenny's forehead as he continued to sleep on him. Except Butters knew he was beginning to wake up, which he wouldn't mind at all. He really wasn't looking forward to being mean today. And it had been a little later when Butters decided to finally get up; but last night had been awful for sleeping and his sleeping pills usually worked for six hours or more.

"I'm here," Butters replied and pulled the blanket up higher. Kenny hummed at that, and wrapped his arms around Butters.

There was a spot on Kenny's back that he hated being touched. Butters wasn't sure if it was ticklish, or if it hurt. But sometimes he'd touch it, either when he was awake or asleep, and Kenny would either squirm or move his hand away. This time he applied a little pressure as his thumb pressed into it, and Kenny tensed a little.

"Uh-uh," was all he said, then opened his sleepy blue eyes. Butters could never get over how adorable he looked when he first woke up. He knew he'd always have that tired, innocent expression with those wide blue eyes of his; even when they were old and grey he was sure Kenny would still have that youthful look.

"Does it hurt?" Butters asked, Kenny shook his head and rested in the crook of Butters' shoulder.

"No..." Kenny replied, voice muffled in Butters' shirt. "It's sensitive... now shush, Warm."

Butters smiled a little and laughed as Kenny kissed his throat.

"See, you should wake me like this. Warm and comfortable and cuddly... not with a fucking spider or turkey or wake up calls from my mother."

"Your mother likes to talk to you and wishes you'd call her more often." Kenny sighed and bit his chest in response. "Well it's true," he mumbled.

"My mother will be there, she knows I'm busy... so shush, I'm trying to sleep." Butters put his hands on either side of Kenny's face and shook his head back and forth. "Why not?"

"'Cause you're awake."

"Nuh-uh, you're talking to sleep-talking Kenny. Kenny is really asleep because Kenny went to bed three hours ago." Butters sat up suddenly and Kenny groaned in discomfort as his neck was bent awkwardly from his boyfriend's sudden movements. He landed on Butters' lap, however, and wrapped his arms around his knee.

"Why would you do that?"

"I did things." Butters rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. Go figure.

"Did you manage to kill Aragog?"

"Fuck that." Kenny said almost rudely, then grunted as he slowly sat up. His eyes were heavily bagged and he looked half out of it. "I did figure out another uh... solution to our infestation problem, though." Butters tilted his head, "well, I had the solution but I didn't think I'd use it right away."

"Speak English," Butters replied.

"And I'm the one who's had like three hours of sleep. Ugh, how 'bout I just show you?" Butters simply gave him a blank expression and Kenny slowly rolled out of bed. He popped his back and walked to the table, where his keys and wallet were placed. Butters glanced to the keyholder then turned to Kenny, who was examining each of his keys. He took one off of the chain, then handed it to Butters.

"What does this go to?" He asked curiously, then sighed as Kenny pulled on his hoodie and shoes. "We're going out?" Kenny shook his head, ran his hand through his tousled hair, and led Butters out the door. "Okay, why aren't you talking?"

"If I talk, I will end up spoiling it. So hush." Kenny simply replied as he ran down the hall, to the stairs, with Butters' hand in his.

"Okay, fine, are you driving?" Kenny nodded and Butters rolled his eyes, "you're about to pass out, I don't think-"

"I drive like this every day, I function better. C'mon."

They sat in Kenny's old car and he hurried out of the parking lot. Butters stared with wide eyes as he was pushed back against the seat from Kenny's near-reckless driving. He had grown used to it over the years but sometimes, like now, it still surprised him.

Kenny's eyes were drooping as he drove the same route he did to work. Butters turned on the air conditioning; it rattled loudly and Kenny turned the knob from high to low. The rattling ceased slightly and he patted the console of his old car.

Butters' eyebrows furrowed as they pulled into a small driveway. Ahead of him was a small house, kind of like a bungalow. He then turned to the dark blonde and wore a look of total confusion as Kenny turned off the car and pulled out the key from Butters' pocket.

"W-what?"

"I uh... happy way early graduation present?" Kenny asked sheepishly. Butters covered his mouth in total awe and looked to the house once more. He shook his head and Kenny grinned toothily.

"You... you bought a house?!" Butters cried, then flailed his arms emphatically. The dark blonde nodded and got out of the car. Butters, on shaky legs, followed suit.

"Yeah... I finally got enough for the down payment... so... I was gonna tell you after your finals. I didn't want to stress you out with moving. And... Christmas present. But..." Kenny trailed off, "you brought the damn spider and I said I'm never sleeping in there again."

"Soyouboughtahouse..." Butters gushed, then ran up the driveway, to the front porch stairs. He dropped the key and raked his fingers through his hair as he looked in awe at the house. Their house. It was small, but much bigger than their apartment. They didn't have nosy neighbors, and they would have all the privacy they needed and wanted. No more paper thin walls. "K-Ken, you're serious?" Tears welled in his eyes as he took his hands in his and nodded. Butters choked back a happy sob as he kissed Kenny fervently and held him close.

"I'm serious... I mean... we could move if we needed to later on but I took future plans into consideration and the mortgage is in our price range, especially after we graduate and get better jobs. And there's a good backyard for Ursa... and there's a second room we could use for a... an office or... something..."

"You're thinking about our future?" Butters asked with a growing smile. Kenny raised an eyebrow, cleared his throat, and nodded.

"Course, that's what we're looking at now, right? I promise you're gonna love it... there's a breakfast nook just like at your old house and the backyard is big like my old one. We can grill even in the winter like me and Kevin did with my dad... Karen too sometimes, she was the best with steak... when we could afford it... Oh!" Kenny broke from his reverie and saw Butters looking at him with a gentle expression. "And the closets are made out of cedar so-"

"No spiders!" Kenny beamed and nodded before kissing him again.

"No spiders. No Aragog." They both laughed giddily and walked up to the door to their new house. Butters put the key in the lock and turned to Kenny.

"Together?" Butters whispered, then rested his head on Kenny's chest. He felt his lips on his forehead and Kenny nodded before he put his hand on Butters'.

"Together." They both turned the doorknob and pulled open the door. Butters covered his mouth as he stepped into the house. The smell of fresh paint greeted him and he felt Kenny wrap his arms around him as they stepped onto the dark wood floor of the entry way. "Honey, we're home."