Butter POV

Meeting Eric's gaze, I instinctively took a step back as he reached for the collar of my light blue shirt. Seizing me by the arm, Eric swung me around, slamming my smaller body against the brick wall of his house and lowering his head to mine.

"I am NOT losing Kenny to a little faggot like you!" Eric hissed in my ear, balling his hands into fists. "I won't let it happen!"

My head was slammed sideways into the brick again as my vision began to blur, all I could really make out was what I assumed to be Kenny's orange figure struggling to stand up and the green and blue figures of the couple beside him that I assumed to be Craig and Tweek.

"E-Eric, please stop!" I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut as I felt my head throb against the wall again. "We can -ow- work this out!"

Ignoring whatever I managed to say, Eric only continued the abuse, tightening his grip on me once again. "Fight back! If you love him so much fight!"

I shook my head slowly as I felt a tear fall down my cheek. No! I gotta be strong! So Kenny doesnt have to protect me, I don't want Kenny getting hurt!

"Come on!" Eric shouted at me.

"GAH! This is so much pressure! What is -ngh- his problem!" Tweek shrieked, backing into Craig.

My head was still throbbing as Eric grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me off the ground, spinning me to face him and pulling me closer to his face, earning a silent cry from me.

"You'd be better off dead!" He cooed, tightening his grasp on my hair before letting go just as quick as he had attacked.

My eyes widened as I realized what was going on. Finding myself on the ground, I quickly scrambled to the corner of Eric's porch and held my the spot on my head where Eric grabbed me. Craig effortlessly seized both Eric's arms and turned slightly to Kenny without gaining any emotion on his face.

"Get him out of here." Craig ordered in his usual mono-toned, bored voice.

Kenny immediately running to my side as Craig shook his head. "Fat-ass, really? What the hell was that for?"

"Why do YOU care?" Eric spat.

"You scared Tweek." Craig shrugged, earning a quiet 'eep' from the twitchy blond.

"NO! No, this cant be happening!" Eric shouted, struggling pointlessly against Craig's firm grasp on his forearms. "It isn't fair!"

Craig might not look all that strong, not that I could really talk myself, but he was holding off Eric...and thats kind-of saying something.

"Butters!" Kenny shouted, pulling me into a tight hug before quickly pulling away and examining me. "Are you hurt?"

"I-I guess so." I whispered, still rubbing my head.

Grabbing hold of my wrists, Kenny helped me to my feet and lead me down the few stairs away from Eric's house.

"Come back!" Eric ordered, pulling uselessly as Craig stood still with his blank stare aimed at Kenny, who nodded in response. "Come back and fight me!"

"Fuck off Fat-ass!" Kenny shouted over his shoulder. "God!" he breathed, shaking his head in disbelief.

Releasing my wrists, Kenny laced his fingers into my own and squeezed gently. "I cant fucking believe I almost gave him a second chance...If he even so as LOOKS at you again I swear I will ki-"

"K-Kenny?" I asked, looking up and meeting his giant blue eyes.

Kenny paused and looked down at me, stopping his rant and staring at me. "Yeah?"

What was I doing...?

"Do you...like Eric?" I asked, scared to look away from him as I unconsciously released his hand and took a step back, rubbing my arm self-consciously.

Kenny froze mid-step and turned back to stand in-front of me. "What are you talking about Butters?"

Jumping at the sudden attention, I stared at him dead on and thought about my answer.

"I -well- I just think that I might be -oh hamburgers- might be 'getting in the way'" I explained shyly, recalling what I had heard Eric say a few minutes ago. "A-and I don't want to cause you any trouble Kenny!" I said quickly, rubbing my hands together nervously. "I-I want you to be happy...!"

"Getting in the way?" Kenny asked, raising an eyebrow. "What would you be-"

"I don't want to be the -uh- be the reason you cant be happy with Eric! I-If thats what you want!" I shouted, tears beginning to fall from my eyes.

"Butters I think you-"

"I want you to be happy Kenny!" I interrupted. "If you want, I can leave right now! Nothing has to be weird, we can still be friends and everything Kenny I promise! " I said, feeling a tear drop down my cheek.

"Buttercup...?"

"I don't wanna be in the way... so maybe I should just go away because-!"

"Butters?" Kenny shouted, eye brow still raised, eyes filled with concern. "What are you talking about Buttercup? Your not getting in anyone's way." He smiled sympathetically. "What made you think that?"

I wouldn't have that. If I was going to ask this, I had to ask the whole story. "I know what I heard. I know what Eric said!" I told him shakily, starring down at his orange converse that matched the orange jacket he usually wore.

"Buttercup." Kenny laughed, taking a step towards me putting his hand to my cheek. "You are so adorable..."

"N-No Kenny!" I pulled away slightly, but failing to get out of his touch. "P-Please stop. I-If you don't like me like that, then i-i don't want to make myself think you do! I-I will only end up ge-getting hurt!"

I could feel myself blushing even harder than usual as his careful smile was only made bigger and he placed his free hand on my other cheek, cupping my face -and heart- in his warm hands.

My smaller eyes quavered under his bright blue gaze as he slowly bent down, setting a tender, soft kiss on my forehead.

"You are amazing, cute, sweet and funny." Kenny smiled at me quietly, his serious smile making me blush even harder. "I love you, Butters, and no one else."