A/N: Short little wrap up for you wonderful children

Enjoy~

Two months later

Kenny stared at the tiled floor exhaustively as he trudged into school. Only three weeks left of this hell and he knew he'd be free, but damn it all if that felt like an eternity at this point. He grunted as someone ran into him trying to hurry off towards the other side of the building, rolling his eyes and thanking all the gods he could think of that it was Friday. One more consecutive day dealing with people frantically scurrying about was likely to drive him to his edge.

He nodded to Craig and Tweek as he passed them by, Craig flipping him off mindlessly. The blonde snorted, returning the gesture as he made way towards his locker. He dropped his bag on the floor, cringing at the obnoxiously loud sound that echoed in the hall under the murmurs of numerous conversations. He wiped his eyes tiredly as he fumbled with his combination, ripping open the door and yelping as a collection fell out of the locker and onto the floor. He raised his brow at a variety of flowers scattered about, petals fluttering still onto the tile beneath him.

"So," a voice came from behind him. He turned to see Kyle staring at him with crossed arms and a quirked, amused brow. "One of two options: Either you beat the shit out of me for embarrassing you oooorrrr you walk home tomorrow with your hair looking like high Hell. You make the call," he smirked.

Kenny chuckled, "Well how can I say no t' an offer like that?" he grinned.

"...Still not sure which one you're referring to," Kyle teased.

"Don't make me beg, Broflovski, it ain't my style," he winked, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him in closely. "Yer sure?" he asked softly, scanning over the redhead hesitantly.

He pouted, "Dude those fucking flowers cost me goddamn fifty dollars, trust me, I weighed my options." Ken snorted, leaning down and kissing him briskly.

"Well then, don't you owe me an answer?" he taunted, poking his blushing cheek.

"Not until tomorrow," he said primly.

He scoffed, "Nerd." Kyle shrugged, reaching up and grabbing around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. They both sighed contentedly into one another's mouths. The last two months had been pure hell on the both of them, Kyle walking a fine line between fury and sadness, trying to figure out if Kenny was worth risking the same results all over again. The blonde himself was trying to stay out of Kyle's way, knowing that him hanging all over him constantly wouldn't exactly give him a fair chance to look at the situation without feeling pressured. But Kyle figured out that this was what he wanted, regardless of any influence the blonde had pulled over him the last eight weeks. It was worth the risk. He ran his hand up through Kenny's hair, pulling him in closer, their tongues dancing around each other's lovingly. It was perfect. At least, for a few minutes.

A sudden thick hand on Kyle's shoulder yanked them apart, the redhead looking up angrily to find Cartman smirking at him. "So, it's official then?" he said sweetly.

Kyle leaned his head back and groaned, Kenny watching confusedly. "What's wrong?"

"Kahl has some obligations to fulfill, for me being his dashing hero and all," Cartman shrugged with a grin, clearing his throat and looking at others lingering in the hallway. "Well Kahl!" he shouted, catching everyone's attention and sending the redhead into a blushing fit. "I didn't know you and Kinny were dating!"

"Yes. It's true," Kyle muttered monotonously. Kenny leaned back beside his open locker, watching the show unfolding curiously.

"Speak UP, Kahl," Cartman kicked him.

"It's fucking true!" he shouted, his face erupting into a blotch of carmine as he hopped on his uninjured leg.

Cartman smirked, putting his hand on the smaller boy's shoulder. "Is it because of me?" he feigned a pout.

Kyle sighed in irritation, wishing to God he could just drop through the floor right then and there. "Yes. You broke my heart, Cartman."

"There, there," he pouted, patting him lightly. "Why did I break your heart?"

Kyle eyed the crowd watching them curiously, so much of him wanting to just knock Cartman's lights out and go about his day. But he owed him. He'd gotten back to his state of being a wallflower and he'd been enjoying it once again through Cartman's lies. He just didn't want to have to deal with this bullshit the brunette had made him memorize the month beforehand, just waiting for Kyle to make his move on Kenny. "Because you were my first choice," he rolled his eyes. "Kenny is only second best compared to you," he gestured back to the blonde who was ready to piss himself in stifled laughter.

"And what about me is so great?" Cartman grinned.

Kyle smacked his lips, his eyes drooping boredly and focusing on the lockers straight across from him. "You're so smart. And strong. And not fat at all. I just wish you would..." he faltered, shaking his head.

"Go on, Kaaahhlll," he elbowed him, smiling with pure glee at the humiliation rocketing off of the Jew's body.

"I just wish you would hold me, but I'm just not good enough for you," he recited dully. "My heart will never feel complete without you. Oh Eric. My hero," he sighed.

Cartman sniggered, patting his shoulder again. "There there, Kahl. I'm sure Po'Boy will be fine for you," he teased. "Sorry I'm not a raging homo like yourself, plus, I mean, it'd never work, right?"

"Whatever do you mean?" he said, digging his fingers into his arms.

"I mean, I'm a pure Catholic man and you're a scrawny little conniving Jewish piece of shit," he said sympathetically. "Isn't that right?"

Kyle shot him a sharp glare, taking a long breath through his nose. "Uh huh."

"Well, I hope I haven't made things awkward for you, Kahl," he smirked, looking at the amused faces surrounding them and Kyle's heated blush. He patted his curls and chuckled. "You'll make it, I know you will," he taunted, turning on his heel and walking away from them.

Kenny snorted, stepping up beside of the blushing Jew and shaking his head. "Dude. That was painful."

"Tell me about it," he muttered.

Kenny threw his arm around his shoulders, kissing his ear lightly. "There there," he mimicked before dropping into a growl in his ear. "I'll take your mind off of him tonight."

Kyle smiled, hitting his shoulder back into him and laughing softly. "I'm holding you up to that, McCormick."

"I'll blow yer expectations outta the water, Broflovski," he winked, pecking his temple.

"You know, you could do better," a voice that they hadn't heard for months startled them. They turned to see Stan looking at Kyle with a cross of a smile and nausea over his face.

"The fuck's that supposed to mean?" Kenny pouted.

He snorted, "Didn't mean you, Dumbfuck. I meant Cartman."

Kyle's face fell into a scowl. "Dude. Come on. It was bad enough, don't fucking rub it in."

Stan chuckled, giving a slight shrug. "I'm just sayin', if you want more meat on your guys, Ken's a far cry from that."

"Ugh," he shuddered.

"More cushion for the pushin' and whatnot," he continued.

"Oh my god, STOP," Kyle covered his face and made gagging noises from behind his hands.

Stan took his distraction as an opportunity to look at Kenny's arm still secured around him, feeling only a tinge of sadness welling in the deepest pits of his stomach and nearly sighing in relief. It wasn't like it had been last month, where the idea still threw him into a raging fit. He still didn't like it...but it was better. He looked up to see Kenny watching him cautiously, sparing him a small, approving smile. The blonde visibly relaxed, a back part of his mind had been cowering in fear that Stan was going to wrestle him away from Kyle and beat him senseless.

Kyle finally looked back up, noticing their shared look and feeling a wave of comfort washing over him. He'd been dreading Cartman's little show for today, but had been nearly tearing his hair out wondering what Stan would do. The expression gave him a wave of confidence that he'd nearly had doused out so long ago and he licked over his lips. "Hey," he said softly. Stan looked at him and cocked his head. He shrugged awkwardly, "You know that gay-ass pep rally bullshit today?"

"Ugh, yes," he rolled his eyes, knowing that Kyle despised that shit just as much as he did.

He shifted a bit, looking at Kenny briefly who nodded in approval, a wide smile on his face. "You wanna skip with me and Ken? We're sneaking out to Shakey's instead with Fatass and Butters."

Stan broke into a wide grin and nodded briskly. "Yeah. Yeah, Dude. That'd be great."

"Cool...and uh...you should bring Wendy if she wants to come," he said quietly. He knew Stan would feel completely cornered otherwise, and although the idea of being in such close proximity to the girl filled him with anger, he forced it down to give him a reassuring smile.

Stan blinked in confusion at the offer, his insides tap dancing with joy at the prospect of Kyle once again opening up to him before shrugging sheepishly, "I'll see if she wants to, but either way, I'll meet you at the usual place then?" Kyle nodded, the both of them nearly losing themselves before shaking back into reality. "I gotta go, I'll see you then," he said softly, walking by and bumping Kyle's shoulder with his own as he passed. The two of them watched him walking off, meeting Wendy down at her locker and giving her a small kiss.

Kyle watched them with a saddened glaze over his eyes, quickly shaking it off as Kenny's lips found themselves attached to his neck. "That was awesome of ya, Kyle," Ken said against his skin. "How're you feeling?"

"Lost," he admitted. "But...you said to let you be my compass, so I guess I can fight through it," he looked at him with a sad smile. Kenny returned the expression, pecking his lips softly. He turned and grabbed his books from his locker, shaking off a few sparse petals and slamming it shut. He grabbed Kyle's hand and started to tote him down the hallway, the both of them passing Stan and Wendy.

Kyle and Stan's eyes locked once again, each of them sparing brief glimpses at the people attached to the other and giving a knowing smile. They both knew they were working on it, that the other still had some deep-seated trust issues. But the effort was being made, and the people that they both needed to help them get through it had their backs all along the way. As Kenny and Kyle continued on, putting the distance between the separate couples, the exes couldn't help but sigh to themselves. Day by day, step by step, they were getting there. And, for the first time in nearly a year, they were finally willing to give it their all.

A/N: They're gonna be okay. Awkward, but okay.

Thank you so much for the continued support of this story, I'm really surprised people liked it so much. Usually these cliche drama things are like the plague so to be honest I was kind of flabbergasted with the response, pft.

And I'm working on a story where Kyle and Stan actually do make it through. This was not a middle finger to you Style fans as a few people have wondered. I love the couple. Not as much as K2...or Dyle...but it's number three. I think that counts for something. Maybe I'll see you guys there once I get it rolling.

So, for a final time, thanks for R&Ring and hope to see you on another story!