Craig's first few weeks of school were not as anxiety ridden as Tweek's. Sure, he missed Tweek dearly, along with the rest of his friends and his family, but he was busy with practices already for hockey. They needed to get photos of him and the other freshman for promotional purposes and he had to get back into going to the gym, something he fell out of over the summer. After practice one weekend, Henry, Craig, and few other friends decided to go to a frat. It was everything Craig imagined, and it seems he was still a reigning beer pong champion from his high school days. It was when he saw a familiar head of blonde curls that he felt sick. Fuckfuckfuck. It was definitely her. She hadn't seen him, and he wanted to keep it that way. He was drunk. He couldn't face her like this. He couldn't face her ever. Craig quickly gulped down the rest of his beer, eyes frantic as he grabbed Henry's arm.

"Dude-dude I need air." Henry furrowed his brows.

"Why are you telling me?" Henry blinked, seeing the serious look that crossed Craig's face. He sighed. "Come on." They made their way outside, Craig immediately fumbling to light a cigarette as soon as the cool air hit his face. Henry had never seen Craig so anxious looking in the time he's known him. His fingers were twisted into his hair and his cigarette dangled from his mouth.

"I-I haven't seen her. She hasn't seen me." He mumbled around his cigarette, pacing back and forth.

"Dude, what the fuck are you rambling about?!" Craig stopped, tugging the cigarette from his mouth and waving it around between his hands.

"You-fuck-you remember that-that girl I got in an argument with at orientation?" Henry nodded. "She-she fucking sexually assaulted me and i-it took me forever to get over it. I-I can't let her see me. She-she fucking stalks me." Henry's eyes widened.

"Craig, bro, why didn't you fucking tell me?!"

"I forgot about her!" Henry sighed, sipping at his beer.

"Come on. Let's just head back," Craig nodded, putting the cigarette back between his lips. Henry made sure to keep a close eye on him, noticing Craig stumbling as he walked and his hands shaking. "What's your boyfriend's name again?"

"…Tweek."

"Gimme your phone." Craig furrowed his brows, handing Henry his unlocked phone. Henry then searched through Craig's phone until he saw Tweek's contact, giving it a quick call. After a few rings, he heard a soothing voice.

"Hey you!"

"Hi, sorry to disappoint, but this is Henry, Craig's roommate." Craig blinked, looking at him.

"Oh! Hey Henry…is…everything okay?"

"Um…that's part of the reason why I'm calling. He saw some girl and now he's all freaked out."

"Henry…" Craig practically growled, looking around to make sure Molly hadn't followed them.

"…give him the phone. I got this. Thanks for the call, Henry." Henry handed the phone over to Craig.

"It's for you." Craig glared at Henry, not wishing to get Tweek involved.

"Hey-Hey babe." He choked out around his cigarette.

"Craig, did you see her?" Craig's chest tightened.

"Yeah…but…I'm-I'm fine!"

"Well, you're drunk. I can tell."

"What?! How?!"

"You yell a lot. Anyways, just talk to me while you two walk back to your dorm, yeah? How was practice today?"

"Long. My legs hurt. It's been too long since I've been on the ice." He grumbled, putting his cigarette out.

"I'm sure it feels good to get back on the ice though, right? And didn't they take your promotional images today?"

"It does feel good to get back on the ice. I missed it. And yeah, I'll be sure to send them to you when they post it. They're gonna post all the new freshman later this week." He smiled a bit as he heard Tweek hum.

"I'm sure you look hot," He heard him rummaging around, his heart twisting. Craig missed Tweek. He missed him so much. He missed holding him, kissing him, dancing with him, being stupid and silly with him. He missed Tweek Tweak with every fiber in his body. "What're your plans for the rest of the weekend?"

"Well…tomorrow I have practice again and we have our first scrimmage in the evening. It'll be broadcasted so you can watch it probably."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Craig smiled against his phone as they walked into their dorm, Henry smirking at the entire mood change in his roommate.

"I just walked into my dorm. I'm safe, babe." He mumbled, plopping onto his bed. Tweek could hear the bed creak on the other line, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

"Good, I'm glad you're safe and sound. You know…I'm on like…tape five. I've been trying to go as slow as possible."

"Well…hurry up."

"I don't want to rush it, Craig! November is a long way away…" Craig grimaced, sighing.

"I know it is…but hey, guess who has a birthday in November?" Craig could practically see Tweek rolling his eyes (and smiling).

"You do."

"That's right! This guy!"

"Again. You're yelling, Craig."

"Sorry." He whispered into the phone, rolling onto his side. Henry glanced at him, a small smile on his face.

"Hey, man, I'm gonna head back out for a bit if you don't mind?" Craig shook his head.

"Go ahead, I'll be here."

"Tell Henry bye."

"Tweek says bye."

"Bye, Tweek! Tell Tweek bye."

"Henry says bye."

"Bye Henry!" Tweek smiled as he heard the door shut. "Well…now that we're alone."

"No. Nonono don't do anything-anything sexual." He hissed into the phone, a grin on his face.

"Why not?! Craig, I'm horny, and this sucks. What's wrong with phone sex?"

"…are you along in the room?"

"Lyle and David are out, but Keagen is asleep in his room. I am a few hours ahead of you."

"Fine. Fine we can do the do."

"…never say those words to me again before phone sex…ever." Craig snorted, tugging his pants down.

"Aye, aye captain."

Tweek was curled up the next evening, dinner in his lap and his laptop on his bed with Craig's game playing. He was wearing Craig's high school hockey sweatshirt, the fabric swallowing him. It was home. It was Craig. The first period was about to end when Lyle walked in, his brows furrowing.

"Are you…watching hockey?" Tweek nodded around the mouthful of his dinner.

"Craig's playing." He said around his food, turning his laptop to show Lyle. He leaned against Tweek's bed, looking at the screen.

"What number?" Twek scanned the screen for a moment, pointing Craig out.

"Thirteen. Just like high school." He pointed to his sweatshirt with a grin. Lyle chuckled, watching the game for a few minutes. Craig had managed to get the puck from the opposing player, quickly taking it across the ice to shoot into the net. Lyle whistled low.

"Damn…boy's good." Tweek grinned, leaning back into his pillows more.

"He really is." He sighed, Lyle going over to his side of the room. Tweek continued to watch the rest of the scrimmage, a smile on his face every time they talked about Craig. It was all positive things of course, saying that there's a chance he could play in the national league if he really wanted to, or that he was a force to be reckoned with. And Craig really was. It was towards the end of the third period, and Tweek blinked as he swore to god he saw her in the stands. He replayed the footage, pausing it when it was near the time he saw her. It's her. Tweek's stomach flipped when he saw Molly in the stands. He wasn't nervous, but angry. He was angry that she feels she can go there to Craig's game. He was angry she could go to Craig's game. He was angry that Molly Gerwin was there and he wasn't. After the game, when Craig called him, he knew he'd have to say something. Tweek had a ball of nerves for the next hour, jumping when his phone buzzed next to him. He swallowed hard, answering.

"Hey there, tiger."

"Man, it's good to hear your voice after that game." Tweek chuckled.

"You looked fantastic out there."

"Felt good. Glad we won that scrimmage, though." Tweek bit his lip.

"Hey…I don't…mean to bring up a sore subject but…Molly was there." There was a long moment of silence, but Tweek could hear Craig breathing. He finally cleared his throat.

"U-um…okay. Thanks-thanks for, uh, warning me."

"I only bring it up because I think you need to go to the Title nine coordinator, Craig. She shouldn't be allowed near you." Another moment of silence.

"Yeah…yeah you're right…I'll, uh, I'll go tomorrow morning to file shit." Tweek chewed on the inside of his cheek.

"I just…I didn't want to ruin your night! I just wanted to get this out of our lives…"

"Tweek, I'm not angry at you. I'm glad you told me. She's fucking crazy and a stalker and I want to enjoy my time here. I want to stay here. I'm not leaving because of her." Tweek smiled a bit, the nerves that were in Craig's voice disappearing.

"That's the spirit."

"Do anything fun today?"

"Well, school starts tomorrow for me, so I organized everything I needed for my classes."

"Yeah, I probably should've done that. Classes start tomorrow for me, too. Oh well." Tweek snorted.

"Off to a great start."

"Hey, I'm a busy boy, alright?"

"Yeah, okay." Tweek teased, hopping out of bed to walk downstairs to the vending machine.

"Where are you going? I hear you walking."

"I want chocolate. I'm going to the vending machine."

"You didn't pack any with you or buy any?"

"Look, I need a reason to leave my room every now and then." Craig snorted.

"Touché."

"Well…I don't want to keep you up too late, I'm sure you still have to shower and shit."

"I do have to shit, actually." Tweek grimaced.

"Craig, that's not what I fucking meant." Craig snorted again.

"I know. I just know you grimaced and you do that cute thing where you scrunch your nose up." Tweek blushed, biting his lip as he smiled and got his chocolate bar. He started heading back upstairs.

"You know me too well."

"I just miss you…so much." Tweek smiled sadly, closing his eyes as he stepped onto the elevator.

"I miss you more." He breathed out, fighting back tears. It would be weird starting classes tomorrow and not seeing Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Craig, Clyde, Token, Jimmy, everyone.

"I'll talk to you soon, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'll, uh, give you a call some time tomorrow."

"Love you, honey."

"Love you, too." Tweek took a bite of his chocolate as they hung up, sighing as he walked back into his room. He grabbed the Walkman and next tape off his desk as he walked past, putting the headphones on as he laid down. He settled into bed and pressed play after changing the tape, his eyes fluttering shut as he ate.

"This is tape number six, and holy shit I have so many more tapes to record. But! That's okay. This is all for you. You're worth it. You're worth all of my time. It's fun, these tapes. I hope you enjoy them when I give them to you. Anywho, it's currently…February 15th, and I'm still reeling after Valentine's day last night! Holy fuck, that lasagna you made me was muy bueno. And after dinner? Seeing you in that lingerie? Tweek, I could cream my fucking jeans just thinking about it. You're so fucking sexy, I don't even know if you realize it half the time, and that baffles me! But you know what? I'm the only one that gets to see you like that. I'm the one that gets to make you feel good, the one that gets to make you cum. I know that's pretty vulgar, and I apologize, but it's true. I get to hear you make noises that other people don't get to hear and see you make these beautiful faces in bed…it's magical, really. You're like this celestial being that was made to be with me and-and I get to satisfy you and you just look so godly whenever we're in bed together and I could honestly go on for hours about this, Tweek. Just know I'm going to miss you when you're gone…you and that cute ass of yours."

The first few months of classes for the boys were stressful to say the lease. Craig was balancing practices, games, and his school work, and Tweek had a full schedule and was trying to join clubs in an effort to meet new people. Then, they were trying to have a social life at school and stay connected with each other and their families. Craig needed to see Tweek. He was starting to go crazy without him. Yeah, they had been calling each other and Skyping and everything, but it was no substitute for the real thing. He had a game over the one long weekend they were given, so he couldn't fly out to Philadelphia like he had planned to see Tweek. He was finishing up a workout with Henry and couple other guys when Tweek called him, a small smile forming on his lips. He wiped his face off with his shirt before answering.

"Hey handsome."

"Your campus is confusing." Craig blinked, his heart hammering in his chest suddenly.

"What…what do you mean?"

"I might be lost. I'm at the science building now. How far away from you is that?" Craig felt like he couldn't breathe, glancing around as he caught Henry's gaze. He had a smirk on his face, winking at Craig. Craig grinned at him, flipping him off as he rushed out of the gym.

"Tweek, if this is a fucking joke, number one, how dare you, and second off, don't fucking move I'll be there in five minutes." Craig sprinted as fast as he could, his heart hammering as he rounded the corner. Holy fuck. There he was, in all his glory. Tweek was standing in front of the science building like he said, a big stupid grin on his face. A laugh escaped his lips as Craig engulfed him in a hug, his hands flying up and around Craig's neck. His feet left the ground as Craig spun him around, Tweek feeling him grin against his shoulder. He pulled away enough to press kisses over and over to his lips, Tweek giggling after each one. It had been too long. It had been nearly three months without seeing each other in person. After going from seeing each other every day to cold turkey, that's a long time. Tweek cupped his face in his hands, smiling against Craig's lips as they kissed. After a moment, Craig pulled away.

"Hey tiger." Tweek breathed out, his lips red from kissing. Fuck, he's beautiful.

"How-why-what're you doing here?" He managed to get out. Tweek grinned.

"I'm here for your game! I had to see you live and in person for at least one game!" He grinned, Craig's eyes brighter than ever.

"What-what about school? I thought you didn't have break until Thanksgiving?" Tweek shrugged.

"I needed a break," Craig grinned, pulling him into a kiss again. Tweek pulled away after a moment. "You wreak." Craig snorted.

"Yeah, you called as I finished working out and then I sprinted here." Tweek chuckled, holding onto Craig's hand as they started walking.

"It's okay, though. I missed it." Craig grinned, holding onto Tweek's hand as if he'd disappear if he let go. Craig's game wasn't for another two days, but fuck, he was going to make the most out of Tweek being here. He took him back to his dorm, locking the door behind him.

"Look…I know you just got here. I know I wreak, but-"

"Just get over here and fuck me, yeah?" Craig blinked, his cheeks turning a light red at how forward Tweek was being.

"I-I-"
"Craig, I'm just as horny as you. My right hand can only get me off so many times." Craig snorted, walking over and pressing his lips to Tweek's as they laid down. This is a dream. This has to be a dream. I'm gonna wake up soon. He gasped as he felt Tweek's hand slide down into his pants, a grin crawling across his face. No. Oh nonono definitely not a dream!

Tweek's first in person encounter with Henry was almost an awkward first encounter (they were literally getting dressed as he walked through the door), but he was just as nice as Tweek had imagined him. He was cute, too, his shaggy brown hair shaping his face well, and bright hazel eyes just made him look even more handsome. They decided that in order to celebrate the arrival of Tweek, they had to take him to one of the best frats on campus to give him a true University of Colorado welcome. They got changed and walked over, Craig's arm wrapped securely around Tweek's. They met up with the rest of Craig's friends, Tweek excited to meet them all (and they were all excited to finally meet him). Tweek grinned as they entered the frat house, the frat houses of Colorado much different than those of Philadelphia. For one, they were actual homes and not small homes squeezed into the city streets.

"I approve of this frat!" Tweek shouted over the music, Craig letting out a laugh. He kissed his cheek.

"I thought you'd like the décor." Tweek snorted.

"You know me, the décor guy." Craig snickered, tugging him over to get a drink.

"Dudes, shot gun the beer!" Henry shouted, tossing them each a drink. Craig blinked, looking at Tweek. They both shrugged before doing so, coughing as they finished their first beer. It went on from there. Craig was convinced to play beer pong again, Tweek somehow tried doing a keg stand (he felt like he was drowning, but Craig never looked prouder), and they were comfortably drunk a few hours later. They made their way down to the basement, all the dancing going on downstairs. It felt good to have Tweek against him in a sweaty, hot, crowded frat basement. He missed him. He missed this. Craig grinned, burying his face into his hair.

"I love you." He said just loud enough for Tweek to hear. Tweek grinned into his neck, placing a few gentle kisses there.

"I know. I love you, more." Craig chuckled, continuing to dance with Tweek. He kissed his forehead after about twenty minutes.

"Wanna get some water?" Tweek nodded, Craig holding onto his hand as they made their way upstairs. Once in the kitchen, Craig turned away from Tweek for a second to get a cup of water. He felt arms wrap around him, leaning into the embrace. He hummed, closing his eyes.

"Man, I missed you." His eyes snapped open, wriggling to escape her grasp. Craig's eyes widened, turning to face Molly. She was smirking at him.

"Fuck off." He hissed, his chest heaving. No. Not now. Not with him here. Everything has been perfect! She took a few steps closer.

"You thought filing papers with the Title nine coordinator would stop me?"

"Yeah! That's the point of the papers!" He shouted, panic settling in. He tried not to whimper as he hit a wall, realizing he was cornered. Molly pressed against him, her hands on his waist. He tried to keep calm, hoping she'd just lose interest.

"Come on. I wanna make your lover boy jealous," Craig swallowed hard, his eyes shutting as he tried to ignore her. "Oh, look at you! You're just letting me do this to." She purred, Craig blinking as he heard a throat clear. His eyes fluttered open, his heart swelling as he saw Tweek. Molly turned, blinking as she saw Tweek.

"Hey bitch." He hissed, Molly growling low in her throat.

"Oh, fuck, you're here?"

"Yeah. Surprise, bitch." Tweek snarled, crossing his arms.

"What do you want?"

"Back the fuck away from my man."

"God, your man. Just let him go! It's no fair you get to have such a fine piece of ass and I don't."

"Go. I'm literally five second away from punching you in your fucking throat." Tweek grumbled, rubbing at his temples.

"Fine. Have it your way. See you, handsome." She smirked, Craig tensing as her hand brushed past his crotch as she walked away. Tweek wasn't stupid. He saw it. And then he saw red. He lunged, grabbing a fist full of her hair and dragging her back as she yelled out in pain.

"Don't touch my Craig!" He wasn't even sure what he was doing, tossing her to the ground and jumping on top of her. He went to punch her, yelling out in pain as her knee connected with his stomach, followed by her fist to his jaw. Tweek fell backwards, Molly jumping on top of him. He punched her in the cheek, grabbing her hair again as she grabbed a fist full of his hair. A crowd had gathered at this point, cheering them on. Craig, meanwhile, was completely stunned. Not because of what Molly did, but because of how proud he was of Tweek. Tweek has always been labeled weak or scrawny, and man, he proved all of those people wrong tonight. Eventually, two frat guys grabbed either one, Tweek's legs kicking as he screamed at Molly. "Don't you ever fucking touch him again! I'll fucking kill you!" He screamed, blood falling from his nose and lip. Molly's eye was swelling up already, her lip busted open. Tweek had a sizable bruise forming on his jaw already, Craig following the frat guy holding Tweek.

"Hey-Hey, I got him, dude," He said, the guy literally handing Tweek over to Craig. He carried Tweek outside, setting him down once they were far enough away from the noise. He let out a shaky breath, smiling sadly. "Damn…look at you." He breathed out, tilting Tweek's head up. Tweek blushed, gripping at Craig's shirt.

"She…she can't touch you."

"I know. I know, honey. She can't touch me. I don't think she'll try after that," Tweek chuckled, spitting some blood out of his mouth. "Come on. Let me get you cleaned up." Once back in Craig's dorm, he sat Tweek on his bed and started wiping his face up. Tweek winced when he wiped up the cut on the inside of his lip, closing his eyes. He hissed when his finger grazed the bruise on his jaw.

"Fuck." He hissed, kicking his leg out in pain. Craig frowned.

"Sorry."

"Bitch can throw a punch." Craig snorted, putting a bandage on a couple of cuts on Tweek's knuckles.

"So can you." He mumbled, tossing the trash out and putting the first aid kit away. He laid down next to Tweek after taking his shirt off, Tweek blushing.

"Damn…you really are…gorgeous." Craig chuckled.

"It isn't anything you haven't seen."

"I know…it just feels like it's the first time all over again."

"I know what you mean." They laid there in a comfortable silence, Tweek blushing after a few minutes.

"Hey…this is the first night since August where I don't have to listen to a tape to fall asleep." Craig blushed, smiling a bit.

"You…listen to them before bed?"

"Of course. Your voice helps me go to sleep." Craig chuckled.

"I can talk to you if you want until you go to sleep."

"That's alright. I have you here with me. That's all I need," He yawned, wincing at the pain in his jaw and lip. "We should rest." He mumbled, curling up to Craig. It was a tight squeeze, the two of them on that twin size mattress, but they managed. Craig kissed his forehead.

"Good night, honey…I'll see you in the morning." Craig whispered, holding Tweek close. Tweek smiled against his chest, his arms around Craig as he drifted off to sleep. He'd never tell Craig, but the sound of his heart was more soothing to Tweek.

NOTE: Sorry if there are a fuck ton of mistakes in this chapter, it is almost 2:30 in the morning and I'm trying to post a chapter before the funeral because I know I'll be sad all day and won't have the energy to write! :( I hope you enjoy this chapter! Sorry it's all over the place, but like I said, it's hard to progress a story when they're not even in the same city! Slowly winding down to the end of this story! Augh! Thanks for reading, and, as always, any and all feedback appreciated!