Author's Note:Just enjoy it, my friends.

It was so sweet! Too sweet to be fucking true!

In his hand he held the evidence, the evidence, revealing both Kenny's real (no joke) gay relationship with Butters of all people! And on top of that, Butters would be further humiliating both himself and Kenny right before and after Cartman told all.

He wanted to laugh, to jump in triumph, to shout, and scream! Oh, it was too good!

Carefully, he made his way down the hall after Butters left. He'd need to go into the studio room or tech room whatever. He would need to make this presentable and he knew just how to do it.

As he made his way down the hall, he rounded the corner and soon found himself right in front of Clyde's class.

"Oh, Clyyyde!"

"Excuse me, sir."

The class turned toward the door.

"I need to speak with a student of yours."

"Of course."

"Kenny?"

Kenny stood. He walked to his guidance counselor. He knew what it was about.

"This will take no more than 20 minutes," she said. "I apologize again, but he'll be back in time to get the rest of the notes."

"It's no problem at all."

The woman, Ms. Newcomb, smiled before walking out with Kenny beside her.

They were silent as they walked down the hall, but soon it was she who broke the silence.

"I spoke to the school psychologist," she began.

Here we go, Kenny thought as he rolled his eyes.

He met with the school's psychologist on Tuesdays and Thursdays every other week because they knew of his "misfortunes" and wanted to help him prevent "psychological damage." This, they had decided after Kenny had an argument with Cartman that got just a liiittle too out of hand. For them (the school), anyway. And this, they realized was Kenny's "cry for help." He was acting out for attention and by god, the boy would get it!

Please. The school's psychologist just didn't have anything better to do that day. All he ever did was lie around like a lump waiting for something to happen. He would've settled for any excuse to send anyone to his office, so he wouldn't have to spend so much time cooped up in his office with absolutely nothing to do, except die of boredom.

"He tells me that you didn't make it to the session today."

Kenny didn't reply.

"Why not?"

"Mmff nmfffm mmm," he replied. This was what she heard. She didn't know him long enough to get the gist of what he was really saying. What he really said was, "It's no big deal." It wasn't all that hard to understand if she really listened like a freaking guidance counselor was suppose to do, anyway.

She sighed. "Please, remove the hood, Mr. McCormick."

He let out an exasperated breath as he lifted his hands to his hood, but he paused before removing it remembering Butters's words. I like to see your face.

"Now," Ms. Newcomb demanded.

He rolled his eyes again and removed the hood as quickly and as swiftly as he could.

"Now, tell me what you said."

"I said," Kenny began, " 'It's no big deal'."

"Is that, right?"

"That's right."

"Kenny, Kenny, Kenny. . ." she repeated. "What are we going to do with you?"

Do whatever, he thought. Just get me the hell out of here!

"Kenny!"

He froze. Dead where he stood. He knew that voice. He turned around slowly only to see Butters running toward him, his arms opened wide and a smile on his face. Why? In seconds Butters's arms were encircled around Kenny's.

"Kenny!" Butters exclaimed again. "I-I'm so glad to see you a-again." Butters pulled away to look at Kenny. "I need to tell you something," he said. He turned and noticed the woman standing next to Kenny. "Oh, uh, h-hello."

"Hi," Ms. Newcomb greeted. "Should I maybe come back another time?"

"Please," Kenny pleaded.

"O-oh, no," Butters replied. "Please, s-stay. This is important a-and I think it'll be a good idea for you to stay to hear it too."

Kenny feared the worst. He knew today would be bad. He just knew it.

"Kenny," Butters began. He lifted his chin and looked up at Kenny, his eyes were filled with hopeful sadness and joy. He looked about ready to spill his heart out-

Kenny stopped. His breath caught and he couldn't breathe. He knew what Butters wanted to do and Kenny could hear the sound of his heart burst through the shielded safety of his ribs.

Every word along with every action that came from Butters next was like slow motion. "I. . .loooovvvve yyyooouuu."And then came the inevitable hug that followed.

A smile curled his lips as he repeated himself. "I love you." He pulled away just enough to see Kenny's face. He was stunned and no doubt happy. His smile widened. Cartman was right, he thought happily.

"Y-y-you." Now it was Kenny with the speech impediment, which made Butters giggle a little. H-he's at a loss for words, he thought. Kenny left it at that and before anyone could really notice, he was gone.

He had left so fast that Butters was wondering just when he had left and his guidance counselor was left jaw dropped and just plain shocked.

"Well, I'll be," Butters said simply as he scratched his head in confusion.

When the bell rang, Stan was too engrossed in a conversation with Kyle to really hear, but he automatically stood and followed everyone out almost as if he did hear it. In a way he did, but in others he didn't. And he was too into the conversation to hear Wendy calling his name behind him until Kyle pointed it out to him.

"Oh, sorry," Stan replied a small blush on his cheeks. "I didn't hear you."

"Obviously," Bebe added under her breath. She turned to Wendy. "I'll, uh, see you later."

"We needed to talk, right?" Stan asked as he stepped aside, so the other students could pass.

"I'll see you around, Stan," Kyle called as he walked up the stairs.

"Yeah," Stan replied before turning to Wendy again.

She looked down, clutching her books to her chest. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while now."

Here it comes, Stan thought. She was breaking up with him. No surprise there. But it honestly didn't bother him.

"Stan, I-"

"Dude!" came the very clear, very loud voice of Kenny.

Stan turned, surprised to see Kenny's face. He looked at him questioningly, but before he could ask, Kenny pulled him away.

"I need your help," Kenny said frantically, pulling Stan's arm.

"Stan!" Wendy called.

"Uh, sorry, Wendy," Stan replied. "I'll call you!"

She huffed and walked away. But this didn't seem to bother Stan either. Was he just emotionally dead today? No, he thought. He couldn't have been. Not when he was expressing so much when he was with Kyle and everyone else.

"What is it, Kenny?"

Kenny put his hood back on as he searched the halls. Few kids were staring at him some of whom had never seen his face before and were shocked to actually see him without his hood. He looked at Stan again. "You need to hide me!"

The late bell rang as Stan looked at Kenny giving him that what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about look. Kenny searched the halls just beyond Stan's shoulder again as he pulled on the strings for his hood. And then Stan nodded with realization, but as quickly as he realized what Kenny really meant his face contorted in disgust. "No, Kenny!" he shouted.

"What?" Kenny asked, frantic. "Why not? You have to help me!"

"Because I am not going to be your play thing for the next hour. Not ever!" Stan replied as he stepped away too concerned about his safety to turn around. When Kenny was frustrated, sexually speaking, he'd do pretty much anything to anyone.

Kenny stared at him for a long time and then. . .he laughed.

"What?" Stan asked.

Kenny calmed down long enough to speak. "I needed that," he said. "Thanks. I knew I could count on you."

Stan was confused. He scratched his head.

"I wasn't talking about that stuff," Kenny answered his silent question. "I really need you to hide me. For safety purposes. Not sexual ones."

Stan continued to stare. "What happened?"

"I. . ." Kenny looked down. Stan lowered his head to try and catch the look in his friend's eyes to see just what he was feelings. You could always tell what a person was feeling by looking into their eyes. Their eyes always expressed everything about them. He thought of Kyle's eyes just then and wasn't exactly sure why. "

I can't tell you why," Kenny said. "It's a long story and I just. . .can't."

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Kenny didn't reply and so Stan didn't argue. He placed an arm over Kenny's shoulders and guided him up the stairs. "Okay," Stan began, "where to hide you? Hmm."

There was no point in urging Kenny to tell him what was going on if he didn't want to talk about it. What did matter was that he was in trouble and he needed help, so Stan helped him. He just hoped things weren't too bad.