In order to show you how a big symphony orchestra is put together, Benjamin Britten has written a big piece of music which is made up of smaller pieces that show you all the separate parts of the orchestra. These smaller pieces are called variations, which means different ways of playing the same tune. First of all he lets us hear the tune, or theme, which is a beautiful melody by the much older British composer, Henry Purcell. Here is Purcell's theme played by the whole orchestra together.

It wasn't how Tweek wanted to spend his time at work. It was the first day of fall semester, for crying out loud! The orchestral piece filled his ears as he leaned his cheek against the palm of his hand, staring at the empty shop in front of him. Tweek Tweak was a junior business major at the University of Colorado-Boulder, and here he was, still a barista, at the lamest coffee shop on campus. He didn't mind it, really. Less people coming in meant more time for him to do his homework, which is exactly what he was doing. His first day back in classes wasn't bad, per say, just a long day. He had two major classes, sales and marketing, and a gen ed class. Of course, only the god damn gen ed class gave him homework. It was a music class that focused primarily on classical music and the break-down of each piece. It wasn't awful, but Tweek was already exhausted as is, and the music was just lulling him to sleep. Groaning, he dropped his forehead down onto the counter with a thud, the brass section playing their tune into his ears. It wasn't like Tweek to be so bored at work. He usually found some way to distract himself in a way that benefited his time. Sure, he was doing homework, but was it worth it? His homework was lulling him to sleep, the string section calming his uneasiness. Letting his eyes drop shut, Tweek leaned his cheek on his forearm, music spilling out from his headphones.

The little bell above the shop door chimed happily at the fact someone was actually walking into the shop. Tweek, however, was completely oblivious to it. The man's lips twitched at the sight. He imagines it must get lonely in this shop. After all, it's known for being the worst coffee shop on campus. Why someone would voluntarily work here, he wasn't sure, but money was money, and he wouldn't deny that. The only reason why he was here was because the other typical spots he gets his afternoon coffee at were packed with the frenzy of students already cramming material into their heads. He hates to wake the kid, but he needs his coffee. As he approached the counter, he could hear the classical music coming from the kid's headphones. No wonder he's asleep. Reaching out, he gently shook the shoulder of the blonde, jumping back as he jolted awake.

"Shit!" The blonde tumbled backwards, shoving his headphones off his head and just catching himself on the counter before falling onto his ass. The sweeping orchestra was clear as day as Tweek looked up at the man suppressing a laugh in front of the counter, his face flushed with embarrassment as he stood. "Fuck-I mean-sorry! I-it's been a long day." Tweek quickly grabbed his headphones off the floor and pressed the pause button on the side of them, the shop plummeting into silence. Tweek suddenly became very aware of the man in front of him. He was tall. Taller than Tweek, and Tweek was six two. Tan skin. Well dressed. Black hair. Sunglasses still sat on his face, but a smile tugged at his lips.

"Tell me about it." Oh. Okay, so he had a deep voice. That's okay. This is okay. Tweek just happened to make a fool of himself in front of a cute customer. It wouldn't be the first time. Shaking his head, Tweek ran his hands over the front of his apron, smoothing it out and wiping off his sweating palms in the process.

"What can I get you today?" He asked, face still flushed red. The man in front of him pushed his sunglasses on top of his head, and Tweek had to stop himself from staring. He wonders if the man wore his sunglasses all the time, because his eyes were really distracting. It wasn't just the fact they were pretty, but his right eye was blue, and his left eye was brown. The blue reminded Tweek of pictures of the ocean you see on those travel blogs, a deep, yet bright blue that reflects light in just the right way. The brown wasn't a deep brown, but it was bright as well. It reminded Tweek of fossilized amber. Tweek saw the man's mouth move, but he flushed red with embarrassment again. "S-Sorry, I didn't-I didn't catch that." He admitted, the man smirking a bit.

"It's the eyes, isn't it?" Tweek blinked, mouth falling open.

"I-what?"

"It's okay," He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I've gotten it all my life. It's called heterochromia. Nothing is wrong, just…I have two different colored eyes." Tweek nodded, still embarrassed about everything that was just going wrong.

"They're just…colors I didn't know eyes could be." He admitted, the man actually smiling this time. Oh, god, he has a nice smile, too. Tweek swallowed hard as the man laughed softly. Thank god you have to ask for his name. Tweek hummed to himself as he realized he'd soon know this mysterious man's name.

"Why do you say that, might I ask?"

"Well, for starters, the blue is deep, but still bright. It reminds me of oceans you see on travel blogs, ya know? And-and the brown isn't dark and deep, it's brighter and reminds me of amber you find deep in the ground. But-but it's cool because it still has dark spots in it. It's…sorry, god, I'm rambling! I-I hope I didn't overstep." For the third time in ten minutes, Tweek felt his face get hot in embarrassment, but the man's lips just twitched a bit as he let out a huff of breath.

"Haven't…I haven't heard that one before." He chuckled, looking at Tweek. The blonde hummed a bit, pressing his lips together to stop from screaming. God, he was so embarrassing! Shaking his head, he grabbed his marker off the counter.

"Now…once more, what can I get you today?"

"Blonde roast…with a splash of cream…large." The man clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth as he finished, Tweek's heart ramming against his rib cage. He scribbled the letters indicating what he wanted along the side where the little boxes sat, eyes darting up to look at him.

"And your name?" The man hummed a bit.

"The shop's empty and you still need my name?" Tweek froze for a moment, trying not to let his face turn beet red for the fourth time. He quickly thought of an excuse as to why he needed to know his name.

"Shop policy, sorry." He lied, shooting him an apologetic smile. The man let out a laugh, rummaging through his messenger bag for his wallet.

"Craig." Tweek felt his heart jump to his throat as he carefully watched his marker write out each stroke of his name. Craig. He's never met a Craig before, and of course, his first encounter with one happens to be him nearly falling on his ass. Tweek hummed, Craig sliding over a five dollar bill. Tweek set the cup aside and quickly gave him his change.

"Thanks! I'll be just a second." He squeaked out, turning on his heel after grabbing the cup. Walking to the coffee he made an hour ago, he lifted the tab to let the dark liquid run into the cup. He made sure to leave enough room for the cream, dropping a one Mississippi count of cream into the liquid. Grabbing a lid and snapping it on, Tweek slid a sleeve on it before sliding it across the counter to Craig, the taller man smirking.

"Thanks." He murmured, picking it up after a nod of his head. Tweek felt his heart sink as he saw him turn towards the door, but was surprised to see he sat at a table by the window, tugging his laptop out of his messenger bag. Huh…guess he's a student, too. Tweek thought, slowly putting his headphones back on his head and looking down at his notebook. Where his notes were about the piece laid a few drops of drool from his little power nap, his cheeks turning pink as he wiped the page. Pressing play on the side of his headphones, Tweek stared at his notebook as he scribbled notes into it. He never noticed Craig occasionally glancing up at him as he heard the music, a smile forming on his face after a while. The way the blonde tugged gently at his curls as he mumbled to himself, often restarting the piece in order to write more notes about it, and wrote as fast as he could was all so…charming. As he downed the last of his coffee about twenty minutes later, he decided it was time to head out after he sent the email he was typing. Craig tucked his laptop back into his messenger bag before standing, tossing the cup into the trash can. Before he headed towards the door, he rummaged through his bag as he walked towards the counter top, tapping his carton of cigarettes lightly against the counter. Tweek jumped up, tugging the headphones down around his neck.

"You-is everything okay?" Craig took a moment before speaking.

"What did you do to that coffee to make it taste so good?"

"I…what?" Tweek was slightly flustered as he stood upright, brows furrowed.

"I'm sure you know this place's reputation," Tweek snorted, nodding. "But…that was the best damn cup of coffee I've had in a long time…so what did you do?" Tweek actually smiled, a feeling of pride bubbling up in his chest.

"I just…make sure the beans are properly stored and then I put them through the grinder twice to make sure it's properly ground up. Then, I make sure my boss didn't put the cheap filters in the brewers, because if you have a bad filter, you'll have bad coffee! And…that's about it."

"You know a lot about coffee, don'tcha kid?"

"My parents own a coffee shop." Craig snorted, dropping his sunglasses down onto his head and tucking a cigarette between his lips.

"I'll be seeing ya, kid." He said around his cigarette, Tweek's ears ringing as he watched him leave. Tweek couldn't stop staring, admiring the way his face looked as he lit up his cigarette and inhaled once outside. God, this was it. The perfect man. Well, at least for Tweek. And there he went, out the door, and off to God knows where.

Tweek was thankful to see his bedroom that night. The apartment was relatively quiet, Tweek assuming some of his roommates were at the library doing homework. He knocked lightly on all their bedroom doors after changing into his pajamas, but only got a response on the last door.

"Come in!" Tweek smiled, pressing his shoulder into the door as he twisted the knob and opened it.

"How was your first day?" He asked, Wendy Testaburger twisting around in her desk chair to face him as he plopped onto her bed.

"Long. Mondays are my longest day, unfortunately. I have class from noon to eight." Tweek hummed, tucking her pillow under his chin.

"At least you can sleep in." She hummed.

"This is true," She chuckled, turning back to finish the sentence she was typing on her laptop. "How was work? Finally back on your grind?" Tweek felt his cheeks heat up at the mention of work, images of that mysterious character filling his mind.

"It was…good. Someone actually came in before five." Wendy looked at him, eyebrow raised.

"Were they okay?"

"He was fine…god, so fine." Wendy's typing ceased, a grin crawling across her face as she turned around in her chair once more.

"A cute boy came in?!"

"Wendy, he was gorgeous! He-he was exactly my type and I fucking embarrassed myself like no tomorrow!" He groaned, running his hands down his face. Wendy's face scrunched up, sucking a breath in between her teeth.

"How bad was it?"

"For starters, I was doing my music gen ed homework, which requires me to listen to classical music that makes me want to fall asleep, and that's what I did! I fucking fell asleep at the counter! He had to shake me awake and he scared the shit out of me, so I almost fell flat on my ass!" Wendy winced.

"God, that's pretty bad."

"Don't fucking remind me," He mumbled, rolling onto his back to look at the posters on her wall. They were mainly of old 80's movies she loved. Breakfast Club. Sixteen Candles. Ferris Bueller's Day Off. "Then, I got distracted by his eyes!"

"That's so clichéd, Tweek." Wendy laughed.

"Wendy, he has heterochromia," He pointed to his right eye. "Blue," Then his left. "Brown."

"Oh…oh god, that's beautiful." She breathed out, eyes widening slightly.

"He was taller than me, tan, black hair, a real nice smile, and he was well-dressed!"

"Oh, honey, you really let one go!" She gasped, pulling her legs up to her chest.

"Well…that's the thing," Tweek ran his tongue over his lips as he smiled. "He liked my coffee. He said it was the best cup of coffee he's had in a long time…and that he's coming back." Wendy gasped, grabbing her pillow and beating Tweek with it.

"Shut! Up! He was totally flirting with you!"

"What?! Wendy, I don't even know if this guy is gay!" He laughed, grabbing the pillow out of her hands.

"Well, we need to find out! I'm tired of seeing you hook up with randos!"

"You don't think I'm tired of it?" He snorted, moving over as Wendy plopped onto the bed next to him.

"I know you are! Maybe this guy is-is new to campus or something! That's why we haven't seen him before?"

"I don't…I don't know. Something about him seemed…mature." He murmured, a grin crawling across his face. Wendy's face lit up.

"Sugar daddy! Maybe he's rich!" Tweek howled with laughter, Wendy following suit as she fell into her own fit of laughter. A knock came from the door, two heads poking in. Tweek grinned as their other two roommates, Kyle Broflovski and Stan Marsh, held a box of pizza out.

"We picked up food." Stan said, face beaming with pride.

"Where were you two?" Wendy asked, Tweek and her following them out to their little living space. The apartment wasn't much. They all had their own bedrooms, and two bathrooms for them to share. Tweek and Wendy shared one, while Stan and Kyle shared the other. A small living room sat beside an equally small kitchen, but there was enough room for a couch, dining table, small coffee table, television and stand, one recliner, and three stools that sat under their island counter top. It was home. Well, Tweek's home away from home. Nothing would replace his mother's home cooked meals and his father's freshly brewed coffee each morning. Plopping onto the couch next to Wendy, Tweek happily accepted the paper plate Kyle handed him before watching him sit in the recliner.

"We went to the library." He said, grabbing a piece of pizza and leaning back in the chair. Stan quickly pressed a kiss to Wendy's cheek before digging into his own slice.

"How was your first day, babe?" Stan asked around a mouth full of pizza. Wendy snickered.

"Busy. You?"

"Same," He said, swallowing what was in his mouth. "What about you, Tweek?"

"Boring." Wendy grinned.

"He met a boy!" Kyle gasped.

"What?! Details!" He begged, licking the tomato sauce off his fingers. Tweek grinned as he picked a piece of pepperoni off his pizza, placing it in his mouth.

"Well…I made an ass of myself in front of him. I fell asleep at work and he woke me up and scared the shit out of me."

"Mmm that's rough." Stan hissed, grabbing a second slice.

"Yeah, I know," Tweek sneered, Kyle snickering at his tone. "But…god dammit, I got distracted by his eyes!"

"He had heterochromia! One blue, one brown!" Wendy informed, the boys blinking.

"Shit, I've never seen someone with that shit before." Stan murmured, shrugging as he continued eating.

"Yeah, neither had I! That's why I was staring! Anyways, he complimented my coffee and said he'd be back and, random detail, but he smokes. In a way it was…kind of a turn on? He was so mature and seemed so much older than a college student."

"Maybe he is?" Kyle suggested, grabbing another slice.

"I mean, maybe. I doubt it though." Tweek shrugged, finally taking a bite of his pizza. Wendy grabbed the remote.

"Alright, lets relax for now before we have to wake up and do classes all over again tomorrow." She suggested, everyone nodding.

"Wait! Don't we all have macroeconomics tomorrow?" Stan asked, all of them grinning. The four of them met freshman year and became fast friends, Wendy and Stan making themselves officially a couple only a little over a year ago. They met in their freshman business lecture and decided they'd always take at least one class together if at all possible. So far, it's worked out for them, and they decided that macroeconomics was their class of choice this semester.

"Shit that's right! Did the professor send us anything?" Kyle asked.

"Nope. Which is fine by me. One less thing to worry about." Stan chuckled, tugging the blanket sitting on the back of the couch over their laps. Tweek sighed.

"The professor is probably gonna be some crusty old dude who's been teaching economics since the fifties." Wendy giggled, elbowing his side.

"Hey be nice! I'm sure Professor Tucker will be great. He had good reviews on rate my professor."

"You still use that shit?!" Stan laughed, Wendy grinning.

"Hey, it was my turn to choose the class and professor we all took together, and he had, like, almost a perfect rating!" Tweek's interest was piqued. He never researched his professors like Wendy, he always liked to go in blind. With a shrug, he settled into the couch, deciding to enjoy the episode of Seinfeld before the cycle repeated tomorrow.

Macroeconomics was the only class Tweek had on Tuesdays. He gave his past self a little pat on the back for that, because Tweek was going to need as much time to nap as possible this semester. Class wasn't until one, but it lasted until two fifteen. So an hour and fifteen minutes of class total. For the day. It was so easy, yet so hard for Tweek to want to go to class. Wendy, of course, lectured him on how he can't skip class on the second day and that he needed to make a good first impression. Begrudgingly, Tweek rolled out of bed at eleven thirty, getting his shower, and then changed into one of his favorite outfits. It was a cooler day in Colorado, in the low fifties despite it still being summer, so he decided to wear a mustard yellow turtleneck with black jeans and black boots. He walked out into the kitchen where Wendy, Kyle, and Stan were all eating already, Tweek joining them after toasting a bagel and grabbing a cup of coffee.

"Is this your only class today, Tweek?" Kyle asked around his bagel.

"Yeah. Thankfully. Probably nap after or something. I'm off today." He said, sipping his coffee. They fell into a comfortable silence as they ate, all of them resuming conversations with each other as they left their apartment building to head to class. It wasn't a long walk, about ten minutes to cross the campus. They were pushing the envelope a little bit, arriving at five minutes to one, so the classroom was pretty full. Tweek pushed the door open, looking over his shoulder back at Wendy as she spoke.

"Sit next to me!" Tweek snorted.

"Do you really think I'd sit next to anyone el-" As Tweek whipped his head around, he was greeted by a familiar face. Their professor sat in a chair, feet propped up on the desk. He wore red Converse that were clearly old and worn. Long, blue jean cladded legs shifted slightly as he tugged his phone out of his pocket, glancing down at it to check the time. He had on a flannel, maroon with navy blue and white interlocking across it. It's when he looked up that Tweek knew he was completely and utterly fucked this semester. Those eyes. It was undoubtedly him. Even if he wore round, wire framed glasses, those eyes burned into his as he looked up. With a smirk of his lips, Craig pushed his glasses down to the tip of his nose, Wendy tugging Tweek along to two empty seata.

"What's wrong? You kind of just…froze up there." She asked once they sat down, Kyle and Stan two rows up. Tweek's face was hot. Or was the room hot? He wasn't sure. Maybe it was him. Tugging at his turtle neck, he dropped his face to the cool table, eyes wide as he looked at Wendy. This was the hardest sentence he's ever had to form. He tugged her face low by his, eyes darting forward to make sure he wasn't listening.

"I…you remember the hot guy I told you about? The one that came into the coffee shop?" Wendy's face lit up.

"No way! Is he in this class?" She whispered, looking around. Tweek tugged her back down, eyes wide.

"No…he fucking teaches it."

NOTE: Ya know, don't ever listen to me when I say I'm taking a break. Cause here I am, four days later, already chugging out a new story. BUCKLE UP BABIES CAUSE THIS ONE IS GONNA BE A BUMPY BUT FUN RIDE! I have been plotting this fic out for about a month now, and I couldn't wait to fucking write this any longer. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, and yes, the fic is appropriately named after the 1984 Van Halen song, "Hot for Teacher". As always, I will link any songs mentioned in my fics and will eventually make a playlist, and any and all feedback is appreciated! (also, sorry for the fucked up formatting at the beginning my indentations disappeared!)

Song:
The Young Person's Guide to the Orchestra-Benjamin Britton (the song is in the opening scene to Moonrise Kingdom, my favorite movie!)