Tweek had decided along with Craig they wanted to keep their engagement on the down low. Not because they were ashamed, they just know how their friends can be with insane news such as this. They also had more important things to focus on, such as school, hockey, and Tweek was even figuring skating in Philly. They went out the next day to get Craig a ring, a similar ring to his promise ring (silver with a black trim) and it also had eight diamonds on it. Surprisingly, it was relatively affordable (Craig also used some of his Christmas money). Tweek agreed with the notion that they should wait until after college to actually get married, all the wedding planning already stressing him out. They talked about it, of course. They both agreed small, because large weddings were two things: annoying and expensive. They also were thinking of just getting married in a courthouse with their friends and immediate family coming along. These were topics of discussion for a later date, because right now, it was their last day together until March, and Craig was hell-bent on spending every last minute with his fiancé. He didn't get to see him until around six o'clock, understanding Tweek wanted to spend most of the day with his parents. They were currently sitting on Craig's bed, Stripe #5 running around on Craig's chest while Tweek watched.

"How old is Stripe number five now?" Craig chuckled, rubbing the guinea pig's head.

"Mm…I don't know. Probably…six years old? I got him in seventh grade. He's probably getting towards the end of his life."

"D'you think you'll get another one?" Craig thought a moment.

"Maybe. I might wait until we have a place together." He looked over at Tweek, who had a light pink tint across his face.

"Yeah…our place." He breathed out, a small smile spreading across his face. Everything was so exciting now to Tweek. He was engaged. He was in college. He didn't have to worry about a wedding for three (or more) years. He was going to get to live with his fiancé eventually. He was in love. He was happy.

"That's weird to think about." Craig added, looking up at the ceiling.

"Why?" Tweek furrowed his brows as he rolled on his side to face him. Craig thought a moment.

"Well…we're engaged…but we probably won't live with each other for another three years. And then we have to decide on where: here in Colorado or am I going to Philly? Or somewhere new! Who knows where our jobs will take us after school…" Tweek hadn't even thought about any of those things yet, just excited to think about living with Craig. He just couldn't wait to cook with him, go to bed every night with him and then wake up every morning next to him.

"I…yeah…good point…" He breathed out, rolling on his back to look up at the glow stars on the ceiling. They were always relaxing to Tweek. They held a sentiment of home to him now. After all the years he had been coming here, even before everything Craig and him had been through, they were always comforting. He focused on the David Bowie album playing, Space Oddity filling his mind as he felt like he was floating. Tweek let his eyes flutter shut, the images of the stars stuck to the back of his eyelids as he listened to the music. He felt the bed shift as Craig got up, assuming he was putting Stripe #5 back in his cage. The familiar flick of Craig's lighter filled the room, followed by the scent of nicotine. Tweek opened his eyes slightly, watching Craig smoke his cigarette as he looked through his album collection. He rolled on his side, staring at Craig. God he was beautiful. He wasn't wearing a shirt (despite the near negative temperatures outside), that necklace Tweek got him for Christmas last year still secure around his neck (the chain at broke so it was on a leather strap now), his sweatpants hung low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers peeking out over the top. He looked unreal, but Tweek gets to actually marry this man. He hummed, Craig turning to look at him with his cigarette in his mouth. He smirked a bit, using his fingers to tug it out of his mouth as he exhaled.

"What?" He murmured, Tweek turning a dark red. Whenever Craig smoked late at night, it made his already deep voice…well, deeper. The combination of exhaustion and nicotine was powerful on Craig's voice, and more powerful to Tweek's hormones. Tweek tugged the blankets up to his nose, his green eyes continuing to stare at his fiancé. Craig chuckled, turning back to continue flicking through the albums as he put the cigarette back in his mouth. "It's rude to stare." He said around his cigarette.

"It's rude to look that good all the time." Craig glanced back at him again, eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Look like what?"

"Look like you do."

"What, tired?"

"Hot, sexy, adorable, huggable."

"Huggable?"

"Well, you look cuddly as well."

"How does one look cuddly?"

"Soft. You look soft. You have nice skin."

"This sounds like something a killer says, Tweek." Tweek snorted, cuddling into the blankets more.

"That's my evil plan. I've faked my anxiety all this time to earn your trust and I always talk about killers and crazy conspiracies to throw you." Craig snorted now, coughing as he inhaled too sharp around his cigarette.

"That's a pretty good plan." He chuckled, putting on a Duran Duran album before putting his cigarette out and crawling back in bed next to Tweek.

"No don't come near me! I might kill you." Tweek let out a yelp as Craig wrapped his arms around him while he was still surrounded by blankets, forced to wriggle his face free.

"You're the cutest damn killer I've ever seen then."

"No! I'm fierce."

"Oh, yeah, totally." Tweek pouted.

"No! Ignore that face." He grimaced now, Craig snorting again.

"Super convincing, babe." Tweek snickered, burying his face into Craig's neck.

"I'm gonna miss you…" Craig rubbed his back, burying his face into his hair.

"I know, honey. I'm gonna miss you, too." He whispered, his eyes closing. They spent the rest of the evening wrapped up against each other. They didn't even have sex (which was surprising to them both, but they had it the night before to celebrate their engagement), they just absorbed the warmth of each other and memorized how each other felt against them. When it was time for Tweek to leave, Craig tugged him into one last hug, kissing him lightly. Tweek hummed, tangling his fingers into the hair on the base of his neck. Craig pulled away a little while later, pressing their foreheads together.

"You really know how to woo a man." Tweek whispered, letting out a breathless laugh. Craig chuckled, placing a light kiss to his nose.

"Kill it this semester, yeah?" Tweek smiled. Even though it was sad to leave Craig and his parents…it felt…right to be heading back after their wonderful break. He loved Craig, but the distance has been extremely healthy for their relationship. He feels closer than ever to Craig, and he feels like it's because every time they see each other now feels more special than the last.

"Will do, tiger." He whispered, placing a quick peck to his lips before turning away. When he got to his car, Craig was still leaning against the doorway, a smug smirk on his face. Tweek hated that look. It made Craig look like a know it all. But tonight…it didn't have that feelings behind it. Tweek smirked, waving from his car as he drove off. When he got home, he had a text from Craig.

I know that look you gave me. I know you hate that face. My Mr. Know-it-All face, as you call it. Tonight, it was my Mr. I-Get-to-Marry-the-Love-of-my-Life-and-I'm-so-Fucking-Excited-About-it face.

March came around in no time and they would all be hanging out back in South Park in no time. Tweek still had another few days before spring break, and boy, he needed a break. This semester was killing him, and even though he made a few new friends and tried to be social and go out, it was too crazy! The stress was starting to get to him and he was just about to call his homework quits that night when there was a knock on his dorm room. He opened it, blinking as Ivy, David, Keagan, and Lyle stood there with balloons and a cupcake.

"Happy Birthday!" They yelled, Tweek letting out a laugh.

"Oh, thanks you guys!" Tweek smiled, letting them all in. They went to Tweek and Lyle's room, Tweek climbing back up on his bed. Ivy handed him the cupcake, Tweek thanking her as he happily ate the sweet treat. It was refreshing after his two-hour homework session.

"Have you done anything fun today?!" She asked, sitting at his desk chair.

"No," He groaned with a mouthful of cupcake. "I have so much fucking homework to do. I'm so stressed and I miss Craig." He whined, tossing the wrapper out. Lyle hummed.

"That's right. You have a fiancé now." Tweek blushed, smiling at the ground.

"I do, yes."

"That's so crazy to me." David said, sipping at his soda.

"It's crazy to me, dude." Tweek laughed, leaning back against the wall his bed was against.

"Shit! I forgot your birthday gift! I'll be right back!" Ivy said, rushing out the room. Tweek chuckled.

"Birthday gift, huh?"

"We all chipped in for this one." Keagan said, a smirk on his face, glancing at David and Lyle. They were smirking too, and Tweek suddenly felt nervous.

"What the fuck did you guys get me?" He hissed, his anxiety flaring up.

"Relax, Tweek. Nothing to get worked up over." David assured, a smile on his face. He went to the door when Ivy knocked, Keagan rushing over and slamming a hand over Tweek's eyes.

"No peeking!" Tweek grinned, sighing in frustration as the door opened. Jesus Christ lord only knows what I'm about to get.

"Surprise!" Ivy yelled, Tweek blinking his eyes a few times after Keagan pulled his hand away. He gasped, screaming as he threw his arms and legs around Craig. He laughed into Tweek's shoulder, holding him up.

"Hey, honey, happy birthday!" He laughed, leaning against Tweek's bed. Tweek pressed a quick peck to his lips, still clinging onto Craig with his legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Your friends wanted to fly me out since I'm already on spring break." Tweek whipped his head around, grinning at his friends.

"You guys!" He squealed, hopping down to hug them all individually. "Thank you! Thank you thank you!" He was beaming from ear to ear, and Ivy let out a giggle as they hugged.

"Oh, Tweek you know we love you! You've been so stressed lately that we figured your little cutie pie here could fix that."

"Yeah, I mean this in the sincerest way possible, but…dude, you're, like, the most handsome guy I've ever seen." Lyle said, causing Craig to let out a laugh.

"Thanks, bro." He murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. Tweek snorted.

"Lyle, don't you make moves on my man." He teased, wrapping his arms around Craig after climbing up on the bed behind him. Lyle snickered.

"He's even more handsome in person! We've seen you play hockey and seen the images on Tweek's wall, but damn, you have nice skin! And-and your hair is so silky looking and you have such nice teeth!" David added, Craig grinning at his feet.

"Is this how the guys in Philly complement each other?"

"Seems so, doesn't it?" Keagan said, Ivy letting out a laugh.

"Come on, gentlemen, let's give the love birds some time to themselves." Ivy said, corralling them out of the dorm.

"We'll be back!" David shouted over his shoulder as the door shut. Craig turned as the door shut, a grin on his face.

"I get to see your dorm room finally." He whispered, his eyes twinkling under the hue of the Christmas lights in Tweek's room. Tweek grinned, hopping down off the bed.

"Well…it isn't much. This is my lovely half of the room. Here we have rows of images ranging from childhood to Christmas break this year. That's my favorite décor piece for the fact that I get to see my fiancé's smiling face on it. Next, we have the Dirty Dancing poster, followed by the Starry Night poster my grandmother gave me. There's also a Breakfast Club poster and, oh, your promotional image for hockey! Here we also have my parent's coffee shop, and they just sent me a couple packages of dad's newest coffee and it is delicious and reminds me of home. I have a few figure skating awards on my desk, a plant I bought in the city, another framed image of you and me, the scrapbook you got me for Valentine's Day last year, my own poster of the night sky of when we got engaged, which I used Christmas money to buy. My Christmas lights are a wonderful edition to this room, along with the framed image of the guys and us sleeping on the floor at your tenth birthday party you gave me for our Secret Santa senior year. So, to recap: lots of pictures of you, some movies and art, coffee, plants, figure skating. And that's my tour!"

"What about your bed sheets?" Tweek gasped.

"Oh! The crème de la crème of this room!" He quickly crawled onto his bed, grinning at Craig as he smiled down at him. "These are my yellow bed sheets. They make me feel happy. The comforter is a down comforter that is a simple navy blue. Did I choose similar colors as your chullo? Yes. On purpose? No! That's my tour!" Craig applauded, Tweek kicking him in the side with a laugh. They managed to squeeze onto the little twin bed, Craig holding Tweek close to him as they curled up under the blankets.

"It's very homey, Tweek. And very you. I love it." He murmured, a smile on his face. Tweek hummed.

"You like it that much?" He whispered, a smile on his face.

"Of course." He kissed his forehead, a smile on his face.

"This feels so good…just lying here…doing nothing." Tweek breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut. Craig smiled, stroking his hair.

"Sleep, honey. It looks like you really need it. I'll be here." Tweek sighed at those words, a smile on his lips as he gripped onto his fiancé. He fell asleep feeling content, his mind racing still with one thought only: best birthday ever.

The few days after Tweek's birthday were more enjoyable. During the day, Craig wandered around campus and tried to occupy himself while Tweek was in class. In the evenings, they went to the city on a few dates to optimize their time in the city. But, as the week drew to a close, they flew back to Colorado for spring break. Now, a few months later, Tweek was sitting with the girls in his room with magazines sprawled across the floor. They were all finally done their first year of college and man it feels rejuvenating. They had broken the news of their engagement to their friends at a party over spring break, but they made sure it was the last time they'd see each other until the summer so they didn't have to hear about it for the rest of their break (they were still texted a lot by everyone regardless). It was Heidi's idea to get the wedding magazines, simply saying it was just for fun. Tweek knew the girls were having wedding fever. He played along for now, knowing well that Craig and him felt more comfortable having a lowkey wedding more than anything.

"OH, look at these center pieces!" Bebe squealed, pointing the center piece of her liking out on the page. Wendy grinned.

"I adore those colors!" She cooed, putting a post it note on the page of the magazine. Tweek was aimlessly flipping through the magazine in his hands, not even paying attention to it.

"Find anything, handsome?" Heidi asked, glancing up to look at Tweek.

"Huh? Oh. No, nothing."

"That's the third magazine you've looked through and still nothing?!" Bebe asked. Tweek bit his lip, sighing.

"Look…we talked about it and…we think we just want a simple wedding. Like…we were talking about going to a court house and having you all come along and our immediate families."

"Why?! That's so boring!"

"That's fine with me! Plus, weddings are expensive! We're not getting married until after college, and at that point we'll be swimming in debt!"

"It's still fun to have a nice reception!"

"Yeah, we'll throw a party or something at one of our houses."

"Wait, you'd get married here? In South Park?" Wendy asked, eyebrow raised.

"Well…we don't know where. We don't know where our jobs will take us!" Tweek felt flustered. The room was growing too hot for him.

"Tweek, sweetie, breathe, alright?" Heidi asked.

"No! You guys keep putting all this pressure on me and it isn't fair!" He felt tears prick his eyes. He wanted to make everyone happy, but he knew he wouldn't be able to, and that hurt him. Bebe frowned.

"We didn't realize this was so…important to you, Tweek. Sorry, sweetheart."

"We didn't know you've actually spoken to Craig about this stuff!" Wendy added, Tweek's cheeks red from his little outburst.

"N-No it's okay! I just…nng felt a little overwhlemed…" Heidi smiled softly.

"Sweetheart, we'll be here to help you through everything, okay? Don't you worry about it. Now…what were you thinking for your wedding, again?"

"Courthouse…we-we have everyone come: the group and our immediate families. Under 20 people. We pay for the time of the judge pretty much and-and then we're on our way. We enter fiancés and-and leave husbands." Wendy smiled softly.

"That's a very…romantic and cozy sounding wedding."

"It's very…you two." Bebe added, smiling at Tweek. Tweek blushed.

"You-you think so?"

"We know so." Heidi gave his hand a squeeze, a smile on all their lips. Tweek smiled, spending the rest of the afternoon lightening up about the magazines sprawled in a mess on his floor. He even saw a few décor ideas for his future apartment in a few magazines (which was a plus). That evening, he called Craig, curled up under his sheets.

"Hey." Tweek blinked.

"What the fuck, Craig, you sound horrible."

"Tricia got me fucking sick and I feel horrible, alright?" Tweek grimaced as he heard him cough, his chest clearly tight with congestion.

"Do you need me to bring you anything?" He was already sitting up in bed, tugging his shoes on.

"NO! I don't want to get you sick." Tweek could barely understand Craig he was so congested.

"Craig, I don't really give a shit. I have all the down time in the world right now. I'm coming over after I run to the store okay?" There was a moment of silence.

"Fine…soup, tissues, and medicine, please…and-and maybe a treat?" Tweek rolled his eyes.

"Are you four?"

"No, I'm sick." Tweek chuckeld.

"Fine. One treat."

"Thank yooou I love you." He coughed before hanging up, Tweek frowning as he drove to the store. He hated when Craig was in pain, and hearing him so sick made his heart hurt. He picked up some microwavable soup, cough drops, tissues, vapor rub, cold medicine, and he chose a chocolate bar as Craig's treat. After paying, Tweek drove straight to the Tucker household, walking up to Craig's room as soon as he was there (Laura and Thomas gave him a key to the house a few months ago, saying if he's gonna be family, he should be able to enter the house as if he was).

"Craig?!"

"Bed." He croaked out, Tweek frowning when he saw him as he pushed the door open. He was in his boxers, but curled up into the blankets on his bed. His cheeks were flushed and his hair stuck to his forehead as his body broke out into a cold sweat.

"You look miserable." Craig sniffled.

"I feel miserable. I can't breathe through my nose because I'm congested and I can't breathe through my mouth because my throat hurts," Craig coughed into his blankets, groaning. "I want to die, Tweek."

"Hey, no dying while I'm here alright?" Tweek set the bag down, rummaging through. He helped prop Craig up, pouring him some day time cold and flu medicine. "Drink up." He handed the orange liquid to Craig, who tossed it back into his mouth. He hummed handing Craig the chocolate bar.

"Is this my treat?" He gasped, taking it with a smile.

"Mhm! Now eat that while I rub some of this on your chest." Craig hummed, eating the chocolate happily (he couldn't really taste it, but he imagined it tasted delicious) as Tweek rubbed the vapor rub on his chest. He pressed a hand to Craig's forehead after finishing up, frowning.

"I'm cold so I probably have a fever."

"You're burning up." Tweek mumbled, handing Craig a cough drop before walking downstairs. He came back up with a big glass of water and a cool rag to put on his forehead, Craig sighing as the fabric felt calming against his flushed skin.

"Thank you." He breathed out, pushing the cough drop from side to side in his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

"It's my pleasure. Now, I want you to try and drink all this water, alright? You need all the fluids in you that you can. It will help you get better." Craig hummed, looking at him through hooded eyes.

"Will you always take care of me like this?" He whispered, Tweek smiling as he kissed his cheek lightly.

"Well, that's what I'm signing up for isn't it? In sickness and health, right?" Craig smiled, humming.

"Yeah…for better and for worse…richer and poorer…sounds nice, yeah?" Tweek laid down next to Craig, propping himself up so he as higher than him. He stroked his hair lightly, watching up fade to sleep probably for the first time in a day. He hummed, placing a light kiss to his now cool forehead.

"Sounds perfect."

NOTE: I'm getting a second wave of sickness and all I want is my mom to take care of me so I wrote my feelings out through Tweek and Craig hahahaha :( Anyways, hope you enjoyed this little filler chapter! There will more than likely be a BIG time jump in the last three chapters! (possibly two to four years!) But that's because college is repetitive and can be boring and I also just want to write their wedding! Thanks for reading, and, as always, any and all feedback is appreciated!