A/N: Sorry for the delay. My laptop decided to crap out and I had to wait a bit before I could get it fixed. Plus, I was dealing with a new job and moving out of state.

5 years later

"Introducing for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Broflovksi."

Kyle and Bebe stepped out onto the large dance floor and the crowd seated at their respective tables cheered. The newlyweds were overcome with joy, eyes only for each other. Pulling his new wife close, Kyle whispered into her ear.

"How much do you think my mom's gonna freak?"

Laughing at her husband's concerns, the room became filled with the opening tune of At Last by Etta James.

At the head table, Craig leaned into Stan. "You ready?" he asked. Stan said nothing, taking a deep inhale to calm his nerves. His attention set on the dancing couple.

At last my love has come along

Bebe gripped Kyle's shoulders as ever so slowly they lifted off the ground. They continued to dance, their feet no longer touching the floor but moving in mid-air. Kyle could hear his mother shriek what what what but he could only grin as he spun Bebe away and back.

I found a dream that I could speak to

A dream that I can call my own

I found a thrill to press my cheek to

Craig took Stan's hand and gripped it. Giving him a small squeeze, he could see Stan's eyes, a mist of red over blue, following the airborne couple.

"I told you this would be fun," Bebe said to Kyle.

"You were right as usual," Kyle responded, dipping his bride.

"Get used to it," she teased and again all he could do was smile. "Check out Stan."

Finally taking his eyes off the girl in front of him, he glanced at his best man. Stan was unblinking and focused on them, his mouth moving slightly to keep them high above the ground. Instantly, Kyle found himself looking over at Craig. The taller dark haired man was watching Stan with the same look Kyle had only for Bebe. Turning back to her, he kissed her passionately.

Suddenly the song changed, a more somber tone playing.

All around me are familiar faces

Worn out places, worn out faces

The two didn't care. Whether it was Stan causing the song change or the cheap DJ Kyle's mom insisted on, it didn't matter.

Lips still sealed to each other, the crowd gasped in awe and shock as a large fiery circle surrounded the flying couple from below.

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad

The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had

Their foreheads pressed to each other, green and brown locked, they slowly began to descend down. The flames around them burned bright before vanishing into a wisp of smoke, leaving behind white rose petals.

When people run in circles it's a very very

Mad world, mad world

The crowd cheered, clapping at the sight, and Kyle turned back to Stan. He was slumped in his chair, panting heavily but smiling wide back.

Stan's body swayed out of synch and uncoordinated to the loud beat surrounding him and friends. He twisted his body to the floor before popping back up in front of Craig who was stiffly rocking and back forth. Craig's feet remained planted, watching Stan dance with amusement and fear for his own safety.

The song changed and Stan grabbed him, pulling him closer. Their bodies pressed against each other, moving together to their own made up were still out of tune to the music, but it didn't bother them. The booze was flowing and this was a day of celebration.

"I hate these lights," Craig complained, looking around the large room. "This place is tacky. Of course Broflovski and Stevens would pick it."

Stan rolled his eyes. "Don't force me to blow your ass away," he warned. "Besides, Kyle's mom chose this place. They got a discount."

Craig could almost hear Cartman making some Jewish joke in his head.

"Everyone was impressed with you today," Craig complimented.

Stan blushed. "It's nothing," he retorted, waving his hand.

Craig smiled before giving Stan a quick kiss. He wished Stan could see the small accomplishments like he did. Stan had been continuing his lessons, even flying to South Park once a month to meet with Damien and visit Kenny.

"Everyone here was used to you accidentally using your powers, but they haven't seen you control them. Use them when you want. It was fun to watch," Craig pointed out. "Plus seeing Kyle's mom yell at you afterward was priceless."

"Yeah, I wish Kyle told her we'd planned this," he said lowly but laughed.

The song ended and Stan tugged at Craig's suit cuff towards the open bar where Annie and Clyde were cheerfully chatting.

"Hey," Stan greeted the pair.

"Two whiskeys please," Craig ordered before turning to the pair and giving Clyde a quick hug. "What's up dude? I haven't seen you in ages."

"I know," Clyde laughed. "Me and Annie were just talking about that. It's great to see everyone again. Can you believe how much weight Cartman lost?"

Stan and Craig could see their former classmate chatting with Token and Red at one of the tables. It was true he had lost a considerate amount of weight and turned it into muscle. Moving away from his mother and her enabling and his taking residence in California had suited him well.

"He's still an asshole," Craig replied. "Why did Broflovski invite him?"

Annie shrugged. "Habit maybe."

Clyde shook his head. "Naw, according to Bebe he drove four hours from his place and showed up at the their door. Threw a hissy fit at like one in the morning until Kyle gave up and told him he could come."

"What have you been up to?" Stan asked Annie.

"About to start my masters. I've been spending a lot of time in New York," she said.

"Annie here is seeing some New York feller," Clyde drawled and Annie blushed.

"I met him at my internship," she said. "He works on Wall Street."

"Hey, Mrs. Broflovski!" Clyde called across the room at Bebe but Kyle's mom spun around instead. "Bebe!"

Gesturing for her to come over, Bebe approached the group. She looked happy and exhausted, her curls already becoming frizzy once more.

"Christ, Kyle's family is something else," she joked, wiping her brow. "On one hand they keep handing me checks but on the other—"

"They're annoying as fuck," Craig offered. "How many times have you been asked if you're going to convert?"

"Pretty much by everyone on his side," she laughed. "We'd think us doing a Jewish ceremony would have been enough."

They chatted for a while reminiscing about old times and telling each other stories from their life outside of South Park. Eventually, Kyle made his way over looking equally exhausted as Bebe, but just as happy.

"You sure went full tack with the decorations," Craig greeted the redhead.

"Can you get me a drink?" he asked Bebe, not bothering to respond to Craig.

"One coke and one diet please," she said to the bartender.

"Drunk already Kyle?" Clyde teased.

"Yeah, shouldn't you be putting something in those drinks," Stan added frowning at his friend. "Like vodka or whiskey?"

"Bartender," Clyde called over Bebe. "Add some booze in there, will ya?"

"No," Bebe and Kyle both shouted.

Annie gasped, slapping her hand over her mouth. "Oh my god," she squealed.

"Yes oh my god," Craig groaned, catching on.

"Yes, yes," Kyle said lowering his voice. "We found out two weeks ago, but we can't let anyone know."

"Our families both think we're virgins," Bebe added.

Craig snorted.

"Wait, what's going on?" Stan asked, lost to the look of delight on their faces.

"Bebe's pregnant," Annie whispered happily, bouncing happily up and down and grabbing Bebe's hands.

"Dude," was all Stan could say as he threw his arms around his super best friend.

"You should name it Eric," Craig mused.

"Why the hell would we do that?" Kyle asked indigenously.

"Didn't he dare you to ask out Bebe to prove you weren't secretly dating Stan?" Craig reminded him. "If it wasn't for fat ass you two might not have gotten together."

Kyle glared at Craig, wondering for a fleeting moment if he should take back a certain blessing he gave to Craig earlier that day.

"Oh, let's dance to this," Bebe gushed, taking Kyle back on the dance floor.

Stan and Craig woke up early the next morning hungover but happy. They enjoyed a brunch with their friends, packed up the pick up truck, and made their way back to Denver.

"I made a playlist for us," Craig said pressing play on his Android plugged into the car.

There were three songs that stood out for Craig. He had his playlists, songs he became obsessed with and played on repeat. Some songs he'd secretly practice on the piano making Stan swear he wouldn't tell anyone. He couldn't stand the thought of the McCormick wanting to start some band.

But these three songs transported him completely, bringing him back to the first time he heard the tunes. The memory of sights and smells instantly taking over his senses when the melody began.

The first was Candy Shop by 50 cent. He had been pressured by his friends to attend the South Park spring dance. He spent all of his time against the wall watching Tweek with sad eyes. They had only broken up a month ago. Eventually, he left heading to the parking lot when he ran right into Stan Marsh. Even looking back he couldn't explain his reasonings, but he invited him back into his car. All night they chatted, topics changing and flowing with ease. At some point Stan accidentally setting a bag of fast food on the floor on fire and Craig pouring some old coffee to put it out. It became their tradition. The two hanging in Craig's car until one day he realized he wanted something more. But it was always the first night, their cheap cologne, the smell of leftover fries, and Candy Shop playing on the radio that he'd always remember.

I'll take you to the candy shop

I'll let you lick the lollipop

Stan looked over at Craig, observing his boyfriend with interest.

"If this is your way of getting me to give you road head," Stan began and Craig rolled his eyes.

"No, it's just this was the song we listened to at that dance," he muttered, slightly abashed. "The first time we hung out."

Stan smiled, looking at the window at the passing scenery and cars while the song went on.

The second was La vie en rose by Edith Piaf. It had been a late Wednesday afternoon. The air smelled of body odor and apple air freshener. They had been locked up in Craig's room for hours studying for an upcoming French test. The foreign language came natural to Stan, syllables rolling off his tongue with ease. Watching Stan recite lines in their textbook without any hesitation made him wonder if one of his demon powers was picking up new languages. After another hour of studying, Craig finally caved, closing the book with a huff. Stan smiled at him, crawling across the bed to snatch his iPod from the bedside.

"My mom showed me this song the other day," he had said, handing Craig one of his earbuds and he placed the other in his ear. Craig raised his brow as an old tune played.

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens

Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche

Voilà le portrait sans retouche

De l'homme auquel j'appartiens

Craig suppressed the urge to laugh as Stan started to sing along. He was completely out of tune but he sang along with so much love for the song, Craig was mesmerized.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras

Il me parle tout bas

Je vois la vie en rose

They had been dating happily for four months. They had spent many exciting and fun times together, creating memories as a new couple. Many times the three words creeped into his mind but they couldn't be said.

C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie

Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie

It wasn't a midnight stroll they sometimes took or the expensive fancy Italian restaurant or any particular grand moment when the words finally came. It was sitting on Stan's bed listening to the song play between them and Stan's voice cracking briefly when he finally said them.

"I love you."

Il me dit des mots d'amour

Des mots de tous les jours

Et ça me fait quelque chose

The song never stopped but Stan did. His mouth open slightly and eyes wide with surprise until he leaned forward, kissing Craig hard and fast. "I love you too."

Nearby, Craig's bookshelf caught fire but he was too busy kissing Stan to care.

"I remember this song," Stan said, smiling happily at Craig in the car. "It was the first time you said I love you."

"And surprisingly, I still do," he commented back.

"Fuck you," Stan joked.

"Fuck you more," Craig responded.

Et dès que je t'aperçois

Alors je sens dans moi

Mon cœur qui bat

The third song came on, Everyday by Buddy Holly, and Craig was transported once more, only a year back. Stan and him had driven from their apartment in Denver to South Park. The summer time had brought old friends back for a visit. They had arrived at the bar where Kyle, Bebe, Kenny, Cartman, Clyde and Token were waiting with drinks already waiting for them. To Craig's displeasure, they had chosen to visit the bar on karaoke night. No amount of beer or pleas from Stan and Clyde were going to get up on that stage.

Bebe had been the first to sing, slurring her way through Firework by Katy Perry. The second was some old guy grunting Sweet Caroline and the third Clyde and Kenny performing Afternoon Delight.

He was on his third beer when Cartman took the stage. Stumbling up and snatching the microphone from a middle aged woman, he swiftly flipped off Kyle then started to sing.

Everyday, it's a-gettin' closer

Goin' faster than a roller coaster

Love like yours will surely come my way

A-hey, a-hey hey

His voice was just as Craig remembered, grating and whiney. Stan, who was seated in front of him, turned from watching Cartman to grimace at Craig. He didn't know if it was the look Stan gave as if they could share a single thought with just a look or the words Cartman sang next.

Everyday seems a little longer

Every way, love's a little stronger

Come what may, do you ever long for

True love from me?

But, it was the first time he made the decision he wanted to spend his life putting out fires, chasing after Stan flying away because he fucked up, or dealing with anything else his demon boyfriend brought to their home.

The realization jolted Craig and he sprung from his chair, grabbing Kyle and taking the redhead outside for a talk.

Everyday, it's a-gettin' closer

Goin' faster than a roller coaster

Love like yours will surely come my way

A-hey, a-hey hey

"Isn't this the song Cartman sang last year?" Stan asked, making the same face he did a year back. "I like this one much better."

Craig smiled, making a turn down a long winding road. "Good. I'm glad," he said simply and then took a deep breath. He had no idea how to start so he said the first thing that came to mind "God, that wedding was cheesy."

Stan raised his brow. "Excuse me?"

"I mean it's perfect for them but all that fancy and overpriced frilly stuff for a day, just to watch two people make goggly eyes at each other, no thanks."

"Jesus Craig, we had fun tonight why are you being an ass?" Stan asked.

"I'm not. I'm just stating facts. They wasted money on cheesy stupid stuff. I think it's stupid," he responded with a shrug. "Did they really need a large chocolate fountain?"

"Did it hurt you?" Stan snapped back.

"No, but—"

"No," Stan cut him off. "I had a great time and I actually used my powers for good. You're not going to ruin this with your bitching."

He reached over and grabbed the window crank, furiously twisting and turning with no luck.

"Stan, please don't. I didn't mean it," Craig said sadly. God, how he fucked up things so easily. Stan just glared at him, still moving the crank. Craig sighed. "It goes the other way."

Finally getting the window down, Stan pushed his upper body out and glanced around the area they were passing by.

"Stan," Craig tried once more but got nothing but a small kick from Stan as he took off. Craig could see Stan breast stroking high above him. He flew into the woods and out of sight.

"Eat shit Tucker," Stan's voice echoed.

He pulled over and grabbed his phone. It took sometime to find the number he was looking for until at last.

"Hey," he greeted the other in a flat tone. "Is it ready?"

"Yeah," came Kenny's voice on the other end. "Better hurry, Damien is getting agitated."

"Whatever," he said shortly. "I'm on my way." He grabbed the wheel, making a U-turn and Burning Down The House by Talking Heads played as he sped off.

Watch out you might get what you're after

That would become the fourth song.

In retrospect, he probably shouldn't have flown away. He had forgotten to grab his jacket and despite trying to use his powers to warm himself he couldn't stop from shivering. The wind slapped against his face along with branches and limbs. Stan made a mental note to never fly through the woods again.

It hadn't been Craig complaining about Kyle and Bebe's wedding that set him off. He knew Craig hated over the top romantic stuff. Hell, Kyle did too, but went along to keep Bebe happy. It was the underlying meaning in Craig's words that bothered him. Everyone around them was settling down and now Kyle and Bebe were going to have a kid together. Everyone's life was down a path he wanted to go too. Was ten years together not enough for Craig? They had been together only a year less than Bebe and Kyle. Did Craig ever see him the way Kyle would describe how he saw Bebe?

He was mulling over his worries when something small but slightly hard hit him the face.

"What the fuck," he said, scrambling to catch the mystery item. He caught it, opening his hand to find a black ring resting there.

"First of all, fuck you for flying this far," a voice yelled closely. Stan spun around and almost fell from the sky at the sight of a large hot air balloon and Craig inside the basket. "It took me forever to find you."

"How are you doing that?" Stan asked in wonder, looking up and down at the large colorful balloon.

"Damien's down blowing it," Craig explained hastily. Stan looked down to see the AntiChrist huffing and blowing. "But that's not the point. Stan, I'm sorry."

"You didn't have to rent a hot air balloon to tell me that," Stan drawled.

Craig shook his head. "No, I meant for this night to go a lot different but I messed it up like usual. I'm not good at stuff like this. I may not like all that girly and cheesy stuff, but I like you."

"Thanks," he retorted.

"No, what I'm trying to say is, will you come with me to the courthouse next Friday?" he shouted.

"What did you do?" Stan groaned. "I told you if you kept missing the trash basket they'd eventually come for you. Denver is serious about littering."

"It's nothing bad, Stan," he assured him. Stan stopped his breast strokes to wade in the air as he waited for Craig to continue. " I want us to get married."

If there was ever a time for Stan to fall from the sky, it was now.

"It'll be great for tax deductions. I invited our friends to witness. Clyde, Token, Kenny, Kyle," Craig added. His heart was pounding furiously against his chest.

"Wait, Kyle knows about this?" Stan spoke at last.

"Of course he knows. I had to ask for his permission to marry you. You think I wouldn't have had an earful from him if I didn't? Christ, you two are so gay for each other," he said. "Come on, Stan what do you say?"

Landing next to Craig in the basket, the sun finally bathing them in a warm orange glow, Stan nodded. Suddenly, a little rainbow appeared above them. He captured Stan's chapped lips with his own. Together their breath wreaked of sausages and syrup with a hint of citrus. Pressing his hand against Stan's back to bring him closer, he couldn't help but look forward to their future.

Fire and all.

A/N: The author decided to go full cheese.

I'm still working hard on my Stick of Truth series, but I'll also be starting a K2 series. I've also got a bunch of one-shots that I'm just waiting for my editor to check on.