Author's Note: Okay, last nice one I think. For awhile at least. But... this one is... good. :) Thanks for reading and reviewing.

Before he knew it, Butters was finished filming for "The Avengers". The time had gone by so fast, and now he was saying his goodbyes for the next few months to the friends he made along the way. He also couldn't believe that Robert Downey Jr. actually hugged him, but that was besides the point. The point was he was done filming for five months, which meant one thing.

He and Kenny could go home.

They hadn't let themselves think about Colorado for some time now. Mostly because it always put Kenny in a mood, and Butters missed out on Thanksgiving and Christmas with his friends. But... they would be back for New Years. He made sure of it.

Which is why he had been so secretive with Kenny the past couple of weeks. Of course he didn't act like anything was suspicious, and all Kenny knew was that he would be done filming "soon". He didn't know that Butters was slowly packing their belongings; although he did wonder where certain items were disappearing, and he wasn't sure why Butters brushed off the whole planning something for New Year's Eve.

But what Kenny didn't know was that he had a plan; and it would be the best New Year's Day for Kenny, ever.

Sure, he had tricks up his sleeve. He had pulled pranks on Kenny to wake him up when he had the time, but this would remind Kenny of who he was married to, and what he had to look forward to when they were home. Home; Butters couldn't help but feel giddy. And no one knew they were going to be back soon, either. It would be a great surprise, and he knew the McCormicks would want to throw a party.

So, on New Year's Eve, Butters made strict plans. One, get Kenny to start celebrating early; that meant be extremely enthusiastic. And it worked; by five in the evening Kenny was absolutely trashed. What he did next he wasn't proud of. He got Kenny his next beer, which had been tampered with; Butters may or may not have put in his sleeping pill. Kenny obviously didn't notice, and was out by 6:30.

Perfect.

Loading the car wasn't difficult; they really hadn't taken too much stuff, seeing as how the hotel provided most of the necessities. By 7:00 at night he had five bags in the trunk, Ursa in the backseat, and Kenny passed out cold on the hotel bed. Thankfully Kenny was light, that and he had gone through months of training for his part so he was stronger now. He brushed his thumb over Kenny's flushed cheek and kissed the soft skin. Kenny let out a quiet snore and hung his head over Butters' arm.

Now he just had to make sure Kenny stayed asleep for the next twelve hours.

Butters couldn't help but cry as he finally drove away from the Los Angeles city limit. The place they called home for three months was now behind them, and he knew now more than ever he did belong in Colorado. He belonged on sets and on screens doing what he loved, but no place could ever replace Colorado. Because Los Angeles, or Miami, New York, or London didn't have his friends and family. They had more opportunities... but he had opportunities at home too. He had a lot of thinking to do, but for now he was just ecstatic to finally sleep well in their bed, and to wake up Kenny in obnoxious and cruel ways, or make him breakfast in bed. It didn't matter. Except, he was mostly excited to see Kenny finally happy.

The dark blonde began to stir about four hours into driving, and Butters made the sign of the cross and sent an apology up to heaven before he opened Kenny's mouth and popped another pill down his throat. And throughout the remainder of the trip Butters remained as quiet as possible and only spoke when wishing Kenny a Happy New Year; he found it ironic that the first second of midnight he was driving his unknowingly drugged husband back home... that was an interesting start to the new year; definitely not the weirdest he had ever experienced, though.

He felt his throat tighten when he drove passed the "Welcome to Colorado" sign eight hours into his travels. He was making decent time and they would be back by eight or nine in the morning. All Butters had to do was drag Kenny up to their bed and lay down with him until he woke up. And based on the amount of sleeping pills he had been given that could take awhile.

There was snow everywhere; it made Butters want to stop driving to run out into the open fields and play in it. He found himself shivering, and turned on the heater instead of the air conditioner. He forgot how could it was here. He missed it, so much.

They would both look incredibly out of place. Instead of the near pallid glow from long sleeves and remaining indoors like most people did from mid-September to mid-April, they were both sun-kissed and had their hair naturally lightened from the sun. Kenny had more freckles on his face and shoulders, and he was considerably tanner than Butters. People would think they went to a salon; if only they knew.

Butters' eyes were drooping as he drove down the interstate. Thankfully the scenery wasn't boring, and it was nice to see home, but he couldn't help but be more than a little exhausted; he hadn't slept in nearly 30 hours. Kenny was still out, however, which was slightly reassuring for him.

His heart leaped in his chest as he saw the sign for the Denver International Airport, and took a right onto the exit. Butters' eyes burned as he realized they were finally home. He didn't know he would miss this place so much, but nothing felt better than this moment; of seeing the Denver city=scape right before him, with clouds ready to burst with wind, sleet, and snow.

Fifteen minutes later, Butters pulled into the driveway of their home. Karen usually stayed on the weekends and made sure everything was tidied, which was nice, but lately she had been busy. He didn't think their house would be that messy, if anything a little dustier than usual; and that was okay.

Butters hurried to let their dog out into the backyard, then opened the passenger door and sighed with a small smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around Kenny and carefully lifted him. The younger man mumbled incoherently, then let out a soft sigh as he rested his head on the crook of Butters' shoulder. The bright blonde managed to find his keys in silence as he walked up to the front door.

After three tries, Butters managed to unlock the door and stepped inside. His tears finally fell as he was greeted with warmth, and the smell of their home, and suddenly everything could be forgotten. They were home and would remain there. This is what he wanted. Nothing else mattered but the man currently sleeping in his arms.

Butters had a lot of thinking to do. But he wouldn't reach a decision without Kenny's opinion; he wouldn't do that again.

He would wait to tell anyone they were home, at least for the next day. He just wanted some alone time with Kenny; it had been far too long. He just couldn't wait to see his reaction; all Kenny ever wanted was to be back home. And now here they were... he'd wake up in his bed. There was nothing better than that.

After Butters tucked him in, he tip-toed down the creaky steps to let their dog back in. The house was fairly cold, so he adjusted the thermostat, and quickly changed from warm fall attire to a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Moments later, he laid down on the bed next to Kenny, and rested his head on the darker blonde's arm.

Now all he had to do was wait.

And he slept as he waited, and nearly six hours later he woke up feeling groggy with a throbbing headache. He pulled himself away from Kenny, who sighed and stretched his legs as he began to wake up too.

"Ahh, shit, shit..." Kenny gasped, reaching down to his calf. He pulled his leg up to his chest and massaged the back of his calf, "leg cramp..."

"Good morning, mister," Butters mumbled, kneading the knot in his leg. Kenny winced and bit his lip, then relaxed slightly. "How are you feeling?"

"Weird," Kenny mumbled quietly, "I feel like... fuzzy and my head isn't here," he slurred slightly and gasped as his leg tensed once more. "Jesus..."

"Shh, just relax... happy new year," Kenny furrowed his eyebrows, then his eyes widened.

"W-what did we do last night? Fuck, I made arrangements and I don't even-" he paused, "it's freezing in here." Butters laughed quietly, then sat up. Kenny wore a look of confusion for a brief moment, then his jaw dropped as his eyes lit up in pure amazement. "Is this...?"

"Welcome home, dear," Kenny laughed with his eyes squeezed shut, and burrowed his head in Butters neck. Leg cramp forgotten, he held on to the smaller blonde as tight as he could and placed innumerable kisses on his face and along his neck. Butters squeezed him tight and cherished this feeling; seeing Kenny like this, so happy he was fighting off tears, was enough to make him never want to leave home again.

"How did... oh my God, we're home... we're in Colorado? We're home?" Butters nodded and brushed Kenny's hair back with his fingers. "O-oh my God, there's snow, there's snow, Lee!" At that, Kenny scrambled out of the bed and fell as soon as he stepped on his cramping leg. "Shit..."

Butters couldn't help but laugh and give Kenny a pitiful look as he poked up from the floor. He rubbed his head and grimaced as he stood up on wobbly legs once more.

"I want to build an igloo." The somber expression and serious tone made Butters burst out laughing at Kenny's declaration. "And we're gonna have cocoa." He nodded.

"Anything you wanna do, today is your last nice day." Kenny tilted his head.

"My last what day?" Butters smirked.

"From here on out, nice wake ups are banned. You've been getting away with far too much sleeping in, darlin'. Now it's time I bring out the big guns," for added "effect", Butters flexed his arms, and Kenny snickered.

"Okay, but counter option, for every day that you sleep in that I don't, you get woken up by this dude right here," Kenny pointed to himself and Butters sighed, before giving a nod. He could allow that.

"You're on, Kenneth." The dark blonde man smirked and took a step closer to Butters, who took his hands in his.

"Challenge accepted," Kenny whispered, then captured Butters' lips in a brief kiss. "I love you, I really, really do... this... this is amazing. I don't know how you pulled this off without me even knowing and that kind of does scare me... but I will always remember this being the happiest day of my life." Butters smiled up at him and pulled his hips closer.

"'Cause you're finally home?" Kenny shrugged.

"Yeah, and I woke up at home... next to the love of my life." Butters blushed and lowered his head a little.

"Oh stop..." he gushed, then laughed as Kenny squeezed him tight once more.

"All I need is you, we can live here or a hotel or a box... you're my home. Home is with you," Kenny whispered, then kissed him once more. Butters sighed and caressed his cheek. "That's all I'll ever need, hon."

And then he realized the deeper meaning to Kenny's words. The whole time they were in California, he wanted to be home. He wanted to be in Colorado, with his friends, family, everyone... but that wasn't necessarily true. Every day in California Kenny was missing home. He was missing him, and the feeling of being home. He missed Colorado but didn't need it... he needed him.

At that, Butters felt his eyes burn in slight shame at the fact that he didn't help him feel comfortable at all. And he held Kenny a little tighter, and kissed him a little deeper. And he smiled against his lips as he realized that, yes, this was definitely home.