Author's note: Wow, this chapter is LONG! The last chapter was short though, so I guess it balances things out. I honestly didn't plan for this chapter to be so long. Perhaps it's my love of the Kyle/Wendy pairing that made me keep them interacting so much? Whatever the case, I hope you all like this chapter and this story as it continues. Please remember to read and review.

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A light but noticeable knocking awoke Kyle Broflovski from his previously sound sleep. He groaned as his half-closed eyes looked over to his clock. It was Midnight. Another insistent tap against the glass forced Kyle to sit up in bed. "All right! Christ."

Kyle got out of bed. Too tired to recall what he'd worn to sleep that evening, Kyle quickly looked himself over in his bedroom's mirror to make sure he was dressed appropriately for unexpected company. Underwear and shirt? Check. Finally, Kyle opened the window, but he didn't bother asking who was on the other side waking him so late. Kyle not only expected his best friend to speak up, but truth be told, he was kind of hoping for it.

In their youth Kyle and Stan Marsh snuck over to each other's houses for late-night sleepovers all the time. Once teenagers, that tradition died. The boys discovered that such acts at their new ages labeled them homosexuals. Neither Stan nor Kyle was a homophobe by any means, but they had high school reputations to uphold. Nonetheless, both boys privately missed the lost tradition. Kyle's hope that his best friend was the only person with the balls enough to wake him up at Midnight was soon dashed.

"Stan?" Kyle asked somewhat hopefully through the darkness.

"No Kyle. It's me."

"Wendy?" Kyle blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dark. "Dude, what the hell?"

"I'm sorry to come over so late. Can I come in? It's really important."

Kyle frowned, mostly because it wasn't Stan at his window. "I guess. Come around the front."

Kyle carefully made his way through the quiet house. He crept past his sleeping parents' and brother's bedroom, safely entered the living room, and successfully unlocked the front door for the girl. Wendy hurriedly entered the house and politely closed the door behind her. She was covered by a long black trench coat despite the weather outside not calling for such protective attire. Kyle found this somewhat curious but didn't press the issue. He was too tired to really care that much.

"Thank you." Wendy said.

"Now what's this about? I'm tired." Kyle said irritably.

A blush formed on Wendy's cheeks. She broke her eye contact with Kyle; choosing instead to focus on the carpeted floor. "It's...hard to explain."

"Then explain it tomorrow."

"No! Kyle this is really private. That's why I came at Midnight when everyone's asleep. This way there are no witnesses around to see or hear me."

Kyle's eyebrows arched. His mind focused, growing concerned. "It's that serious?"

"Yes."

"Well, what is it?"

Wendy took a deep breath. Embarrassing or not, she had to get this out. She was already in Kyle's house. All she needed now was his cooperation and she could put this awkward situation behind her. There was no turning back now.

"The short answer is, I need you to do me a favor," she said.

"What?"

Wendy choked on her own words; stammering as she attempted to speak them. This was a difficult concept to pitch. Although Wendy had confidence in her persuasion abilities, this was unchartered territory for her to say the least. Unable to speak her proposal out loud, Wendy decided to simply open up her trench coat instead. She revealed to Kyle a small, deep red tank top that showed both healthy cleavage and a flat stomach along with a short black miniskirt. Kyle's eyes went wide with surprise, and they were about to grow even larger.

"Kyle, I need you to shoot a porno with me."

"...What?"

"Cartman's being an asshole and-"

"What else is new?" Kyle said.

The interrupting sarcastic remark made Wendy glare slightly at the redhead. Cartman may have been a conniving, manipulative, racist, porn-addicted pervert asshole, but he was still Wendy's boyfriend. She didn't appreciate people other than herself talking badly about the one she loved. Wendy's glare faded soon enough. She remembered quickly that she needed Kyle's help right now and that Cartman was currently on her shit list. Why defend a jerk to a guy she needed at the moment? Instead, she continued with her statement.

"Cartman's being an asshole and I need to put him in his place. The only way he'll learn a lesson is to see the downside of what he's defending. In this case, it's pornography. If he has something bad happen to him because of porn, like watching me with someone else, he'll learn by personal example that it's wrong to enjoy such a thing."

Kyle blinked; his brain still computing the information. It was true that Cartman only cared about something when it affected him directly. Still, smart as he was, Kyle couldn't yet wrap his brain around this concept. Besides that, would helping Wendy mean that Kyle was taking an anti-porn position as well? If so, he should cut off his balls and hand them over right now.

"Wendy, I'm all for Cartman getting humbled, but how the hell does that equate to you and I shooting porn?"

"You're Cartman's worst enemy. If you and I make a video, Cartman can finally see what I've been trying to convey to him. It'll drive the point home a lot harder, if you'll pardon the pun."

"I don't know...."

"Well can we at least go to your room and talk about this?"

"Um, sure." Kyle had dealt with and discussed stranger things. Surely he could get through this talk as well.

The teens headed upstairs, both moving just as slowly and quietly as Kyle had before. Kyle gently closed his bedroom door and took a seat on the chair near his computer desk. Wendy situated herself near the window, just in case someone came inside and she needed to make a daring escape. Being in Kyle's room at Midnight dressed like a street walker sent the kind of message that Wendy suspected wouldn't get her invited to the Broflovski household for Thanksgiving.

"Isn't there somebody else you could get for this?" Kyle asked.

"Most likely; Men are pigs. I'm sure many of them would jump at the chance to do this with me. But none of them would have the impact that you would."

Kyle placed his head into his hands, running his fingers through his red curls. "Can I think about it?"

"No. I'm sorry Kyle but I need an answer tonight."

"Why? Look I know this is embarrassing, but you shouldn't rush into any-"

"I want to get this over with. I'm an opponent of porn and I'm in a relationship. The guilt's already overwhelming me, so I need to do this now before it makes me back out. I'm only doing this so that maybe Cartman will fully commit to me."

"Why would you want that? Why would anyone want that? If Cartman's being such a dick, just break up with him."

Wendy took a seat on Kyle's bed. "You don't understand. Kyle, I'm the type of person who plans out everything. I've set goals for myself. As crazy as it may sound to you, I want Cartman to be a part of my long-term future. But I don't want to spend my life worrying if the father of my eventual children is out screwing some woman from Backdoor Sluts Nine."

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Cartman's not going to screw any porn stars, Wendy. Not even in his dreams."

"Don't be so sure about that. He managed to get me, didn't he?"

Reluctantly, Kyle went silent. Wendy sighed and closed her eyes. Kyle's inability to make a counterargument confirmed her worst fears. Cartman was, personality-wise, able to get anyone he wanted if he truly worked hard enough at it. To make matters worse, despite Wendy's gaining a point in the debate, Kyle continued to resist her offer.

"Can't this mess up your future though? I mean, what if this tape gets out? You couldn't ever go into politics or something like that."

"Trust me; I've already planned ahead for that. If you do this with me I guarantee you our identities will be well-protected."

Kyle finally lifted his head. He looked Wendy in the eyes, and the girl's chocolate orbs really did appear to be desperate. Kyle's gaze traveled downward. He looked her body up and down before finally shaking his head.

"I'm sorry. I can't do it."

"WHAT?"

"Shh!" Kyle demanded, not wanting Wendy to wake his parents.

"I come over here in the middle of the night dressed like the biggest slut possible while still wearing clothes. I throw myself at you – I practically beg you to do this with me - and you say no? Do you have any idea how humiliating this is?" Wendy said through gritted teeth; her voice a low, angry whisper.

"Look, I'm just not the right guy for this."

"You're the perfect guy for this or I wouldn't have asked you."

"I'm not doing it Wendy. I'm sorry okay? Now please, go home."

"No. This isn't over until I say it's over. I didn't come all this way to be rejected."

Kyle's eyebrows furrowed. He could understand Wendy being upset, but enough was enough. She should be willing to take no for an answer, especially at fucking Midnight.

"I said get out, Wendy!"

"No!"

Kyle stood up from the chair. Wendy stood up from the bed. The two met each other nose to nose in the center of the bedroom, staring one another down with equal amounts of anger filling their narrowed eyes. Neither one blinked or backed down. It was like looking into a hate-filled mirror.

"What's wrong Kyle? Afraid I'll laugh at you for your tiny penis?"

"You're confusing me with your fat-ass boyfriend. My penis is a perfectly good size."

"Then what's the problem? You find me unattractive, is that it?"

"What does it matter what the reason is? The answer remains the same!"

"I want to know! If I'm walking away humiliated I deserve to know why! You think I'm ugly don't you? Well you're no prize yourself, asshole! I'll have you know that a lot of guys would like to be in your position. A lot of guys think I'm hot!"

"Well maybe I don't think any girls are hot! Did you ever think of that?"

Awkward silence filled the room. Wendy's gaze was the first to finally break away; her temper reluctantly simmering down as she pieced together what the boy's confession meant. Kyle's anger died too; being replaced by a feeling of discomfort once he realized what he'd just angrily blurted out. Kyle looked away from Wendy. Could he trust her? They'd never truly been friends. Then again, they'd never truly been enemies either. Wendy was trusting Kyle with her video plans. Surely he could give her some dirt in return and be safe, right? He decided to take the gamble. It was about time someone else be aware of his true self. Closing his eyes, Kyle elaborated on his previous statement.

"I'm gay."

Wendy's mouth went round in surprise. "Oh."

"Yeah. So considering that, you'd be better off getting someone else for this. Someone who could actually enjoy himself shooting that kind of video."

Wendy placed a hand on Kyle's shoulder, causing him to open his eyes. Her touch was soft and comforting; her smile even more so. It silently informed Kyle that she wasn't judging him. That she supported his lifestyle. As a result, Kyle finally remembered to breathe. It felt good to come out.

"Is that what you're worried about? Kyle, you don't need to actually enjoy it. God knows I won't enjoy pretending to cheat on Cartman either."

Wendy's hand moved away as Kyle cocked his head to the side. "Pretending?"

Wendy laughed ever so slightly "Yes Kyle, you just have to act. What, did you think those movies were real? Adult film actors are just that: actors. I'm sure you'd be able to become stimulated. I mean, the heat and friction alone-"

Kyle rolled his eyes. "We're discussing porn scientifically now? God, we really are nerds."

"Speak for yourself," Wendy joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Seriously Kyle, I'm sure you can fake your way through this. Come on. If no one else knows you're into men then you're already doing a great job playing a straight guy."

Kyle bit his bottom lip in contemplation. "Maybe….But what about you?"

Wendy shrugged her shoulders. "It's fine. It's not the first orgasm I'll have had to fake."

Kyle grinned. "Really? Can we mention that in the movie? That'd kill Cartman."

Wendy's eyes brightened. A smile graced her face once again. "Does that mean you'll do it?"

Kyle didn't answer, but apparently he was warming up to the idea without even realizing it. Revenge on Cartman for everything he'd pulled over the years would be pretty sweet.

"You'd seriously go through all this just to prove a point to Cartman?"

"I know it's crazy, but love makes you do crazy things. What can I say? I want Cartman all to myself. Mind, body and soul."

"Cartman doesn't have a soul."

Score one point for Kyle.

Wendy sighed. "It's getting late and I don't want to think about this anymore. Last chance; Are you in or out, Kyle?"

Truthfully, Kyle could relate to Wendy. Not when it came to loving Cartman, but when it came to planning out one's life. Kyle was also the type of person to formulate long-term plans, and he understood wanting your love interest to be part of them. In the future he currently had mapped out for himself Kyle would come out to more and more people, starting with Stan. Kyle had long suspected Stan of being gay. If that proved to be true, Stan wouldn't abandon Kyle after he dropped the gay bombshell. Selfishly, Kyle also hoped that Stan would not only be gay, but that he'd be gay for Kyle. Kyle already knew he was attracted to Stan. No doubt about it. In his mind, if all went as planned, they would start dating. They'd move in together while attending college and get married if it was still legal in South Park by then a few years after that. Then, just like some very gay fairy tale, they'd live happily ever after. If Wendy envisioned a similar future, even if it was Eric Cartman, who was he to deny her attempt at happiness?

"I'll help you."

Wendy smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah. "

Kyle bit his lip. Was he really going to go through with this? Sweet Moses, his mother would have a heart attack if she ever found out. Then again, she'd have one anyway if she caught Wendy in Kyle's room. Kyle reasoned that he could always calm Sheila's fears in such a scenario by coming out of the closet.

No, that definitely wouldn't help.

"What about condoms? And a camera?"

Wendy removed her purse from over her shoulder. She unzipped the small bag and removed a handheld camera. "I've got the camera, and we don't need condoms because we aren't actually going to do it."

Kyle sighed. He looked down at himself, still clad in only his boxers and a shirt, and knew he couldn't appear that way on camera.

"All right, let's do this thing. Just let me get in the mood first."

"How are you going to do that?"

"I just need some gay porn to look at."

To Be Continued