A/N: Finally came up with a plan for this chapter. We're almost at the end. And, depending on how many reviews I get, I'm thinking of making another fanfic to kind of connect with this one… almost like a sequel, but not quite. I've got thousands of ideas buzzing in my head… too bad none of them are in regards to this story. :(

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Stan found himself being stared at almost every minute of the school day. He would turn around, trying to catch someone looking, and nobody would be. A few times he thought that some of the people looked away, but he couldn't be sure. At lunch he went to find Kenny. "Hey," he greeted, sitting at their usual table. "Ever feel like someone's been watching you?"

"All day," Kenny replied, taking a sip of his cola. "I've felt worse, though," he said, recalling the aches he'd felt on the weekend. "No big deal, this obvious epidemic will pass."

"Epidemic?"

"Everyone around us has an STD. C'mon, Stan! You know what that is, right?" Kenny asked, poking his boyfriend. "It means that some guy stuck his dick up a woman and gave her a disease! He polluted her."

"Kenny!" Stan cried. "Shut up!" At this, a familiar blob sat down, tipping the table over to his side. "Ack!" Kenny yelled. "It's going to eat us!"

"Yeah right, fags. So how are the lovers doing today?" Cartman asked. Kenny froze up, but Stan saw trough his façade. "Shut up, fatass," he said. "We're not lovers."

"On the contrary my gay friend," Cartman said. "That isn't at all what the people in school think!" This piqued Kenny's interest. "Oh? And what are these 'people' saying?"

"They're saying that you guys were rolling on the ground, stark-naked, making out and having buttsex with each other!" Cartman yelled, bursting out laughing. At that people began to whisper frantically. Stan punched Cartman. "EY!" He said. "Respect Mah Authoritah!"

"Suck my balls!"

"Sure, fag, you'd love that!"

"Fuck you!" Stan called, flipping the bird at his so-called friend as he left the hall. "Kyle!" He cried out. "Kyle, where the Hell are you?" Kenny blinked. He'd never seen Stan so upset. Do I intervene? He thought to himself. Deciding to, he pulled Stan into the washroom, kissing him gently. "Come on," he said, trying to reason with his boyfriend. "It's okay, Don't let fatass get to you …"

"It's… not Cartman…" Stan said. "I think Kyle told…" Kenny took a step back. "Wh… WHAT?" He exclaimed. "Why…? He's your best friend…"

"I think that's why," Stan said. "'cause I didn't tell him right away." He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing more deeply than Kenny thought humanly possible. "Look," he said. "I… I don't want this to get out of hand. Can we lay low… for a bit longer?" Kenny nodded, smiling. "Sure," he said. "Whatever you want, Stan."

"Thanks, Kenny," Stan said, giving his love a hug. "I love you."

"I love you too…" Kenny replied, a bit sadly. Stan sighed. "Uhm… I'm sorry," he said, looking deeply into Kenny's eyes. "If you want, we could…" but he didn't even have to ask, because Kenny was already giving him a huge bear hug. "Awesome!" He said. "Right now?"

"If … if you don't break my back!" Stan cried. "Ugh!"

"Oh… oh, right," Kenny laughed. "Sure." He then kissed Stan, pulling him back with him into a stall. He let his tongue linger for a moment, but broke off for a while to lock the cubicle they were in. Stan blushed. Kenny, taking the lead, pulled Stan's shirt over his head, running his fingers up and down Stan's sides, along his back and rubbing it. "Hmm, nice," he remarked. Stan panted a bit, moaning gently. "Nnngh… Kenny, is this really a good place to do this?" he asked. Kenny shrugged. "Prob'ly not," he answered. "If you want we can leave it there and continue later…?"

"Sure… Th-that'd be fine."

Kenny nodded, unlocking the stall and exiting. "Looking forward to it, baby," he said. Stan giggled as he pulled his shirt back over his head.

"Wh… whoa… You g-guys are homosexual?"

Kenny froze in his steps. He didn't dare to look at the face of the person who just spoke. Stan braved it however. "Butters…"

Kenny nodded. "I guess you know now, huh?"

"Yeah, but I knew for a while," Butters said. Kenny blinked, amazed at this small boy's deductive skills. "H-How?"

"Well it's easy! The way you look at Stan… it's the same way that Bradley used to look at me!" Butters gave a false smile at that. "Like… like he couldn't live without your love, or something really really close to that, I think." Stan closed his eyes. "Butters, I'm so sorry…" He said, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. Butters nodded. "It's okay, Stan. I'm feeling better about Bradley now." He smiled weakly again. "I won't tell anyone about you and Kenny if you don't want me to."

"Thanks, Butters. We owe you…" Kenny said, also feeling a bit upset. "See you later."

"Bye fellas."

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A/N: Okay, finally an update! Sorry, I have writer's block… read, review, and send me suggestions!