NOTE: I know nothing about figure skating and I know the bare minimum about ice hockey, so let me know why I'm writing a fic solely based on these two things? (I've been enjoying watching olympic figure skating routines, however)

It had been a few weeks since the entire New Year's fiasco, Tweek's neck still a little bruised from the scratching. Everyone was slowly getting back into the routine of school. A lot of people were surprised to see the three new relationships that seemed to have bloomed over break: Clyde and Bebe, Heidi and Kyle, and, of course, Tweek and Craig. Their little group at lunch had expanded, Kyle, Bebe, Wendy, Stan, Kenny, and Heidi all joining the original five boys now (Kyle, Stan, and Kenny wanted nothing to do with Cartman after everything that had happened). It was a Tuesday, a particularly boring Tuesday, but Craig was excited for after school. Training and practices for his spring season started up after school, and not playing hockey over the winter was really draining. Sure, work was nice, but he was growing bored and he wanted to play hockey again. The final bell of the day had rung, Craig smiling to himself as he walked to his locker. After fighting with his shitty locker, it finally swung open, Craig collecting anything he needed for homework that night. Tweek walked up next to him, standing on his tip toes to kiss his cheek.

"Hey Craig." He said, leaning against the lockers next to Craig's. The taller boy smiled, slamming his locker shut to make sure it was actually shut.

"Hey babe." He took his hand as they walked to the parking lot.

"Any plans today?"

"Training and practices start back up today for the spring season." Tweek looked up, smiling at the excited twinkle in Craig's eye. They stopped at Tweek's car (only because it was before Craig's in the lot).

"Are they open practices?" Craig nodded.

"Yeah! They're at South Park Skates." Tweek hummed.

"Speaking of…do you think I could skate tonight?" He whispered, looking around to make sure they were actually alone. Craig chuckled.

"Yeah if you would like to. I don't work today but I still have access to everything." Tweek pressed a quick kiss to his lips, unlocking his car.

"I'll see you later."

"Is that a threat?"

"You wish it was."

"Come on, gentlemen! This is a warm up run! I want to see some rosy cheeks by the time you're back!" Craig let out a huff as he ran laps with his teammates around the parking lot of the ice rink. He hated running, especially in the cold. He loves everything else about cold weather, just not doing cardio in it. It doesn't help that Craig smoked a lot of cigarettes over break. They were on what felt like their twentieth lap, Craig's cheeks a nice shade of pink as he was the first one to finish. He bent over, his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He grunted as Couch Johnson slapped his hand onto his back. "Great work, Tucker."

"Thanks." He breathed out, walking over to lace up his skates on the bleachers. He was joined by a few other teammates as he finished tying one skate.

"Christ Tucker I've never seen you run so well." Nathan said, plopping next to him.

"It's like you got laid or something." His other teammate Joey said. Craig snorted, grabbing his hockey stick as he stood up.

"That's exactly what happened, gentlemen." He laughed as his teammates cheered, clapping their hands onto his shoulder.

"Dude, finally!" Jason laughed, skating onto the ice with Craig and everyone else. They started taking a few laps on the ice to get warmed up to the ice now.

"When did it happen?!" Nathan asked, skating backwards to face Craig.

"Over winter break. Right before Christmas." Joey grinned.

"Yeah? Who is this mystery guy or gal?" Craig shrugged, smirking.

"He might come by later." They all gasped, grins spreading across their faces.

"HE?!" Craig blushed a bit, glad his cheeks were already red from running.

"Shut the fuck up and let's play!"

Tweek quickly finished his homework up at the coffee shop, sipping at the latte his father made him. Once he finished his drink, he walked behind the counter to set the mug in the dishwasher.

"Any plans tonight, son?" Richard asked, cleaning out the coffee pots to brew fresh coffee for the evening rush.

"Craig has hockey practice. I might go see him."

"You should! You said he's been supporting you with your skating, right?" Tweek bit his lip, nodding slowly.

"Well…yeah…"

"Why are you so hesitant?" Tweek looked at his feet, shuffling from side to side.

"I just…don't want to see him get hurt." Richard couldn't help but chuckle, kissing the top of Tweek's head as he passed him to go to the back room.

"Tweek, I think Craig will be just fine. Go. You should be there. I know hockey is super important to him." Tweek let out a heavy sigh, puffing his cheeks out as he exhaled. He said goodbye to his parents, walking next door to his house to get into his car. It was a ten minute, quiet drive to South Park Skates, the sound of skates on ice meeting his ears as he stepped out of his car. He blinked, watching how quickly all the boys were moving on the ice. He slowly walked over, his hands shoved into his pockets as he stood at the edge of the rink. It wasn't hard to spot Craig. He was the tallest and strongest on the team, and, by the looks of it, their best player. Tweek admired the way Craig's body twisted between the opposing players (which he assumed were his teammates since they were wearing the same uniform as Craig, but had a bright yellow band on their arm to signify they were the "opponents"), watching his eyes move across the ice as he calculated his shots. He quickly skated to almost the edge of the rink, his arms quickly swinging his hockey stick. SMACK! The sound of the stick hitting the puck echoed in the air around them, the puck flying just out of the goalie's reach and into the net. Craig smirked as his teammates cheered, skating over and squeezing his shoulders. A whistle blew, all the boys turning their heads to face their coach.

"Alright, gentlemen, I'm giving you ten minutes to get some water and food! Be back here at five o'clock…?"

"Sharp!" The entire team said together, skating off the ice. Tweek stood back by the bleachers, making a path for the guys to get to their things on the bleachers. Tweek couldn't help but chuckle at the way Craig's face lit up when he saw him. He yelped as Craig tugged him into a chaste kiss.

"You made it." He whispered as he pulled away. Tweek smiled.

"I did. You are so sweaty." Craig snorted (his nose finally somewhat healed), taking a long drink of water.

"Yeah, that's what happens when you do physical activity." Craig could feel his teammates eyes burning into the back of his neck, a blush crawling up from his chest to his cheeks. Tweek smirked.

"Someone's got something to say." Craig laughed softly, looking at his feet.

"My teammates are really interested in this "mystery man" I told them about." Tweek hummed, rolling his eyes.

"My, aren't they nosy." Craig snickered, kissing his cheek.

"I'll talk to you after, yeah? I think we're gonna play another scrimmage and then I'll stay after so you can skate," Tweek nodded, grinning as Craig kissed his forehead before walking over to his teammates on the bleachers. Nathan had his lips puckered, a smile forming at the edges on his mouth. Craig glared at him. "What?"

"You aren't…you aren't going to introduce us to blondie?" Craig took a deep breath, trying to think of a reason not to introduce Tweek yet. He wasn't embarrassed about Tweek. His teammates can be…a lot to handle all at once.

"Not yet." Nailed it, Tucker.

"He's got this…deer look. Ya know, real innocent look about him." Joey said, studying Tweek from his location on the bleachers.

"Well, we all know he isn't that innocent. I'm surprised Craig didn't split him in ha-ow!" Craig punched Jason hard on the arm, causing the other boys to snicker.

"Ya'll are fucking weird." Craig snorted, walking back to the ice with them. The scrimmage went really well, Craig pulling a lot of the weight for his team this time (his coach likes to pair him up with a lot of the newer guys so they could ask questions and dumb shit like that). As Tweek sat there, watching closely, he started thinking. What if…you just skated in front of these guys? Maybe it would impress them? Tweek has noticed that he hasn't felt so ashamed of himself this past month. He hasn't felt ashamed of his skating, his quirks, his sexuality. He has a sense of pride for the talents he has. He bit his lip, noting that they were almost done their scrimmage. He glanced at his phone. 5:45. They would be finishing up within the next ten minutes. Go. He stood up suddenly, rushing back to his car. He grabbed the bag he kept his skates in out of the back of his car, running back to the bleachers. As he finished tying his skates up, the final whistle blew, his head snapping up as they all went over to their coach to get some notes. His heart was beating in his ears, a small smile on his face, however. It felt good doing this. As Craig and his teammates walked over to the bleachers, he grabbed Craig by the hand and tugged him to the speaker system for the rink.

"Play Heat of the Moment." He whispered, Craig blinking as Tweek walked to the entrance of the rink. He realized Tweek had his skates on, an overwhelming sense of pride filling his chest. He caught onto what Tweek was doing, noting how his teammates were now murmuring amongst themselves as they packed up and looked at Tweek. Craig plugged his music in, walking over to the bleachers slowly as he heard the opening cords of the song start. He watched his teammates faces, noting their confused looks. He sat between Nathan and Joey, a smirk on his lips as he watched Tweek really get into it. He was gliding across the ice, spinning quickly, jumping, leaping, twisting. He still feels like he can't breathe every time he watches Tweek skate.

"Dude…you managed to find a fucking figure skater." Nathan breathed out, his eyes wide in disbelief as Tweek flew past them on the ice. Craig grinned slowly.

"State champion figure skater."

"You're shitting me." Joey hissed, the entire team transfixed on Tweek at this point. Tweek slide to a halt right at the edge of the rink in front of the team, his cheeks a light pink as he tried to catch his breath. It took a moment, but all at once, the entire team erupted into cheers. Tweek tossed his head back in laughter, Craig walking to the edge of the rink and kissing his temple with a smile,

"I'm proud of you." He whispered to Tweek, causing the smaller boy to grin.

"I know."

Tweek talked with some of Craig's teammates for what felt like an hour, even going as far to show them some figure skating techniques (Joey and Jason were genuinely interested). As everyone finally wandered off, Tweek skated over to Craig, who had been sitting on the bleachers watching.

"Is it cool if I continue to skate?" Craig nodded, leaning back against the seats behind him.

"Yeah go ahead. I'll be here." Tweek went to skate off, but then turned around quickly.

"I'm not going to use the song I'm using for my competition." Craig let out a whine.

"Fuck! Why not?!"

"I want it to be a surprise!"

"It is a surprise now!"

"Nuh uh. At the competition!" Craig grunted, pouting.

"Fine." He grumbled, crossing his arms. Tweek simply put on Waltz of the Flowers, the tempo similar to the song he chose for his competition. Craig decided to use this time to do his homework, his gaze drifting up to watch Tweek every now and then. He couldn't help but chuckle as time went on, Tweek's frustration growing more and more…vocal. Craig set his laptop aside as he finished his homework, lighting up a cigarette and watching Tweek. He was clearly frustrated, his fingers tangled into his hair as he skated a few laps around the rink. He let out a big sigh, skating quickly to enter into a jump. He jumped, spun around three times, landed, then kicked off again, but was only able to spin twice.

"Fuck me!" he shouted, rushing past Craig on the ice. Craig let out a soft laugh, the mixture of classical music and Tweek's swearing music to his ears. He watched as Tweek tried to do the same maneuver again, wincing as he lost his balance on the second jump as he landed and falling on his ass. Tweek's shoulders rose to his ears as he took a deep breath in, flopping onto his back as he let out a scream. "FUCK!" Craig snickered, walking over to the rink entrance as the music faded out. He tossed his cigarette onto the ground, using his skate to crush it before he skated over to where Tweek continued to lay on his back. He hovered over him.

"So…how's it going?" Craig yelled out in pain as Tweek punched him in the thigh as he stood up, skating over to his phone to restart the music.

"Move I'm going again," Craig blinked, stepping off the ice slowly. He's never seen Tweek so…determined. It was incredible, actually. He watched as he tried a few new maneuvers, such as twirling as his left leg was bent upwards behind his head and his hands grabbing onto the blade of his skate as he spun. After a few minutes of trying new tricks, Tweek took a few more laps around to prepare himself for the two jumps again. He nailed the first jump, but only got two twists in on the second jump. He came to a halt, his fingers slowly clenching and unclenching as his eyes closed. "GOD. FUCKING. DAMMIT!" He screamed, causing Craig to wince. He pulled out another cigarette, lighting it.

"Babe, why do you have to do three? It looks good to me." Craig wished he could've pulled his words back after seeing the way Tweek's head snapped to face him. He held his hands up in mock defense as Tweek quickly skated over to him, grabbing him by his shirt.

"Because Craig, if Molly Gerwin can do it then that means I have to!" He blinked.

"Who's Molly Gerwin?" Tweek seized up at the mention of her name, grabbing Craig's cigarette out of his hand and taking a long draw from it.

"Some bitch who's had it out for me since we were little. She beat me by, like, four points my last competition because she did a triple axel two times in a row and I didn't." The ferocity in Tweek's eyes made Craig shiver, nodding quickly.

"Oh. Okay I-I understand…wait, why are you competing with girls?" Tweek growled low in his throat, flicking the cigarette butt at Craig before skating back out onto the ice.

"Because not enough guys have the balls to do what I do!" He shouted over his shoulder, quickly started setting himself up again for the double triple axel. Again, he kept only getting two turns on the second jump. Craig, wanting to be supportive, sat back on the bleachers and watched his boyfriend for two hours attempt to do the same maneuver. It was almost eight o'clock, and both boys were starving at this point.

"Tweek, I know I said you could skate for as long as you wanted, but I'm starving and I burnt all the calories I ate today." Tweek grunted, letting out a sigh.

"Give me three more shots…please?" Craig couldn't say no.

"Alright, three more." Tweek smiled, kissing him quickly before skating off again. Craig leaned his arms against the edge of the rink, watching Tweek set up for the trick again as he lit up another cigarette. Jump one: three turns. Jump two: two turns (but a perfect one footed landing). Tweek groaned, quickly skating back to the edge of the rink. Round two. Jump one only had two turns, but Tweek managed to get three on the second (and have an okay one footed landing). He shook out his hands, trying to get any possible nerves out of his system. Come on, Tweek, you're better than this. You're better than that bitch. You can do this. He stopped a moment before going directly into the jump. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He skated quickly towards Craig, taking the first jump. Three. He landed and pushed off as hard as he could into the second jump. One. Two. His mind went numb for a moment. Three! He quickly landed on one leg, tossing his arms in the air as he yelled with triumph. Craig yelled with him, jumping over the edge of the rink and skating over to Tweek, cigarette hanging from his mouth.

"You did it! You fucking did it!" He shouted, practically tumbling to the ground with Tweek. Tweek's eyes had never looked brighter.

"I did it! Craig, I did it! I can beat that fucking bitch!" Craig grinned down at Tweek on the ice, his boyfriend smiling that smile that makes Craig worry his face will rip in half. Tweek tugged the cigarette out of his mouth before kissing him hard, gripping at his shirt. He tasted of granola and cigarette, a taste Tweek could get used to after skating. Craig kissed him back, smiling into the kiss. Tweek pulled away, their lips making a loud smack sound. "Come on. I'll treat you to dinner."

The diner was relatively quiet for a Tuesday evening, Tweek and Craig tucked into a corner booth. They were talking quietly, munching on their cheap diner food.

"So, tell me, when exactly is this competition?" Craig asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. Tweek reached across, taking a French fry off of Craig's plate.

"February 3rd. So about…two and a half weeks away."

"Nervous?" Tweek snorted.

"Of course. There's a lot riding on this." Craig nodded, reaching across and stealing one of Tweek's pickle spears.

"Do you think you'll ever share this double life of yours with our friends?" Tweek bit his lip, taking a sip of Craig's milkshake.

"I don't…I don't know. Part of me wants to. Maybe after the competition. Or maybe I'll even tell them to watch it. It's going to be televised across the state." Craig nodded, reaching over and taking a sip from Tweek's coffee.

"That wouldn't be a bad idea."

"What about you?" Tweek finally took a bite of his own sandwich.

"What do you mean 'What about you?'" Craig asked, sipping from his milkshake.

"When does your regular season start?" Craig thought a moment.

"February 7th." Tweek nodded, leaning back against his seat. He just took a moment to breathe. To breathe and to look at Craig, his wonderfully supportive boyfriend. He couldn't help but smile at how much he was eating. He's surprised the boy was as in shape as he is. Then again, he does more physical activity every day than most of the kids in town have done their entire life. Tweek smiled more.

"Your ears are healing nicely." Craig furrowed his brows, reaching up to touch his ears. He'd completely forgotten he'd gotten his ears pierced already.

"Oh! Yeah I guess they have."

"…Craig, did you-"

"No, Tweek, I did not forget that I had my ears pierced! That's ridiculous!" He teased, causing Tweek to laugh. Craig smiled at him, leaning back in his booth seat as well. They just…stared. Stared at each other as a comfortable silence fell between them.

"What are we going to do?" Tweek finally whispered, running a hand down his face.

"What does that mean?"

"I mean…what are we going to do? We're so…smitten." Craig smiled slowly, sighing slowly.

"I know…I can't believe we only have seven months left…" Tweek bit his lip, chewing on it lightly.

"Yeah…I guess we just…have to make everything count." Craig chuckled, nodding.

"I agree." Tweek leaned across the table, his pinky finger extended.

"Is that a pinky promise?" Craig laughed, leaning across the table as well. Some old country song was playing on the jukebox (he thinks it was Hank Williams). He grinned, linking his pinky finger with Tweek's.

"Cross my heart."