A Week Later…

"Ugh," Stan groaned as he looked at himself in the mirror, "not another freakin' suit…" Token - now a thin dark-skinned man in a purple t-shirt and black jeans - and Kyle both managed to get Stan into another suit, though the new one was black. They had both thought he'd prefer it to the brown one he had worn a week ago.

"Will you calm down?" Kyle tied a red tie around Stan's neck with a sigh.

"If you keep complaining, we'll put you in the brown suit again," Token threatened.

Stan's shoulders slumped. Not the brown suit again! "Anything but that, please."

Kyle and Token both chuckled. Stan was nervous, they could tell, and he wasn't concealing it well. Butters was supposed to come upstairs to get him shortly, and they figured that since he was aware of it, it was making him more anxious.

"Stan," Kyle gently pushed Stan down onto the edge of the bed so that he would sit, "you need to sit down and stop worrying."

Stan grabbed the lapels of Kyle's black suit with wide, worry-filled eyes. "I can't! I'm worried that something is gonna go wrong!"

"Stan," Kyle and Token both said as they pealed Stan's hands off of Kyle's suit, "calm down!"

In that moment, Butters knocked on the door and stepped inside, showing the trio in the room his light blue suit. "Um, Stan, i-it's time."

With some help since his legs had turned to rubber at Butters' words, Stan made his way down the hall and to the top of the stairs leading to the east wing. He gripped onto the banister as he felt his head swimming. Below in the main hall, he could hear the slow beginning of a wedding march. His stomach was in knots, his nerves reaching an all time high. The thought of marrying Kenny made him happy, but the ceremony was what made his stomach do back flips.

"Stan," Butters gave Stan a gentle push to start him down the stairs, "go down the stairs."

Stan took a breath and slowly made his way down the stairs, turning bright red as the people stood up and turned to face him. His stomach still tied into knots, he walked forward, down the aisle as calmly as possible. When he saw Kenny, in a red-orange suit, turn around with a smile aimed towards him, he felt his anxiety wash away. It was right to do this, it was right to marry Kenny.

When he reached Kenny, they grabbed onto each others' hands and looked into each others' eyes. Once they forced themselves to look away from each other, they looked at the man in front of them, the man who was going to marry them. As the man went through the ceremonious words and guided the two nerve wracked men through their vows, Kenny couldn't help but wonder how he got so lucky. At first he had only planned to use Stan as a way to have the spell broken, he never planned on falling so much in love that he would be willing to commit his life to a man he only met a week or so ago.

The man closed the stark white book in his hands that he had read the vows from. "I now pronounce you married. You may kiss."

Enthusiastically, Kenny and Stan threw their arms around each other and kissed passionately. For the rest of their days, come hell or high water, they would have each other. And that was exactly what they wanted.