Title: Lucky Seven
Author: Mrpointyhorns aka Blemery
Author's Email: T
Status: In Progress
Part: 1/?
Pairings: Stan/Kyle, Stan/Wendy, Stan/Partner No. 2-6, Kyle/Bebe, Kyle/Partner No. 2-6, Kenny/Partners No. 1-5, Cartman/Partners No. 1-3

Warnings: Future fic, slash, het, heavy plotting on Kyle's part, language.
Spoilers: None.

Summary: The average person has seven partners in their life time. Kyle wants to be number seven; he has 5 summers and 4 years to pull it off. Kenny's in on the plan and has to help fill the big flaw in the plan

Author's Notes: Lots and Lots of pairings that will be seen in the fic, but all in the name of Kyle/Stan.

Beta: None.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Matt and Trey. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter 1 Last Day of Junior High Proves to be more Blackmail then Cartman could ever hope for.

The last day of school was always the very worse. Today was the last day of Junior High so it was only second, to the last day of High School. Still there was no way foreseeable way to skip the last day of classes.

As the last part of the day the Eighth Grade students would get together in the gym to give oral reports, an assignment in all the English courses. The assignment was to write an essay and create a visual, explain what they had learned about themselves as students, and what they wanted to accomplish in High School.

Most were fairly generic, and no student gave more then a minute of attention to any particular student before zoning out or whispering quietly with their friends. None of the teachers seemed to mind, even if the whispers got too loud. It was as if the teachers wanted them to have a free period.

Kyle like the other students sat beside his friends. Actually he sat leaning back against his orange clad friend Kenny. He liked sitting by Kenny because the other boy would rub his shoulders and his head. Stan's turn was coming up soon, Kyle's class had already gone and Kenny's was at the end so neither boy moved to head down to the gym floor like Stan did.

"Hey there's Butters," Kenny whispered into his friends' ear, Kyle and Cartman's.

"Hmm?" Kyle opened up one of his eyes and smiled a bit. "It's a good thing his parents brought him out of that military boys' school."

"Shut up you guys." Cartman muttered. He was trying to gain blackmail material from all the students. Cartman was the only person in the room who had actually listened to all of the speeches.

"H-ha Hey Guys," Butters started, even though he was speaking to a crowd of girls and boys. He was nervous and starting off with something familiar was a comfort to him. "Wh-what I learned about me, is that I-I want to practice abstinence, that's not having s-sexual partners until after marriage. C-Colonel Dubuy taught me that averagely men have about seven sexual partners before settling into a marriage.

"It is dangerous to have sex before marriage fellas, cause there are lots of STDs out there that can get you! So abstinence before marriage is important!

"My Dad says he practiced, and sometimes he messed up, but he did an alright job. He says he never had no STDs, not even after all the sexual partners he has now that he's married. Cause STDs don't like married men, they like homos and young teenage boys! So look out and practice abstinence like me!"

"Oh my god," Cartman laughed lightly. He did not bother writing anything down on Butters, the blond had enough bullies simply on his own accord. Besides Cartman used persuasion on him, because he would never feel ashamed enough for blackmail to work for very long.

"That's interesting," Kyle murmured. He hugged Kenny's leg a bit. He never heard that about sexual partners before, not the part about how many.

Kenny said nothing Butters speech had turned heads, apparently abstinence was a hot word. The hooded-blond took note on how many perverts wanted to ruin Butters goal. He wanted to know when thirteen-year-olds got so mean. Hopefully he could get to Butters before they could.

"Hey, guys, I'm going to get closer. Stan's almost up," Cartman told them. He carefully made his way down to the bottom bleacher. Most of the top students were down at the bottom, but Cartman was not worried. "Stan's myah friend," he whispered.

The redhead looked up at Kenny an obvious face of disapproval. "He did the same for you, Kyle." The blond pat his head gently.

"Oh fuck," Kyle rolled his eyes. He then grew quiet Cartman was right Stan was up only two people behind Butters. He sat up a little leaning on his knees, away from Kenny. The raven-haired thirteen-year-old always drew his attention. He was attracted, almost literally, in this case, to Stan's person.

The raven-haired teenager smiled to the student body. He was well liked by most of the students, a few here or there did not like him, but hardly any hated him. The room actually became quiet, although not silent, and the students listened.

Stan was not unnerved, he and Kyle had given speeches to the town folks for years, most starting with: 'I learned something today.' So Stan decided not to break tradition. "I learned something this year. Maybe I started learning it last year as well, but this is the year that I finally accepted that knowledge that I discovered as I have developed.

"I, Stan Marsh, am like both females and males. I do not feel that I learn in favor of one gender over the other. I think the human body is beautiful whether it be male or female. Sure I have preferences, I know hot girls when I see them, but I know drop-dead gorgeous guys as well. But, I would rather be with someone that I love and care about regardless of gender.

"Now, I brought my family tree with me today. You see on my Dad's side there have been homosexuals and bisexuals more often then heterosexuals. It's actually wonder how the blood line survived. In fact, I don't think my Grandpa's father was actually known. I think he was simply raised by his mother and his 'aunt.' That's why my Grandpa is a womanizer that slept with over five hundred different girls.

"On my mom's side they're straighter, but there are hush-hush stories about a couple of cousins that led strange marriages with their wives. See, so my acknowledgement is not just my choice but it's in my bloodline."

Needless to say the entire student body was speechless, including Cartman. Probably the very worse thing that a young teenager could do would be to come out to his or her entire school. Stan did not blink an eye, the fact that he was so unconcerned about the reactions of his peers probably saved him from a roar of laughter. Stan did not blink as he went to stand in line with the rest of his English. He did not even flinch when no student took his place at the microphone. He held no fear as the student body continued to stare.

"Oh fuck," Kyle whispered into his hand. He shook a little nervous for his friend. Although confident in the face of controversy thanks to his interesting youth, he would never come out to his entire class. He had come out to his closest friends: Stan, Kenny, and Butters, but the entire school.

Kenny could not even hear his murmured words as Kyle was turned away from him. He was too busy feeling relieved that Butters speech was successfully forgotten. He did not even remember to cheer for Stan's bold speech. He was simply all too happy about a safe, bruises free Butters.

The only thing that moved the students along was the English teachers cleared throats. She decided that a short break was necessary. She gave permission for bathroom usage and the vending machines.

Kyle turned to Kenny his eyes huge. He opened his mouth to say something before Stan caught up to him. It would not be long no matter how many people stopped to ask him questions. "Kenny, you're staying over at my house tonight."

"Woohoo!" Kenny cheered. He knew that Kyle had something planned, but Kyle's house was so nice, and Kyle bed was so warm, and Kyle's family was so loving that he could not help but be excited. Kyle gave him a brief smile before Stan finally reached them.

"Was my speech okay?" Stan asked a little coyly. "I had to practice for hours before my stomach stopped churning."

"It was fan-fucking-tastic," Kenny gave the teenager two thumbs up and a big smile, covering up for Kyle's blanching.

"Great. Hey, my Dad heard about this lame assembly, so he gave me twenty dollars in quarters. You guys want something my treat?" Stan asked shaking the roll of quarters his Dad gave to him.

"Yeah get me a hot pocket!" Kenny chirped, with an accompanying stomach gurgle. He smiled sheepishly.

"Kye?"

"Diet Dr. Pepper," Kyle easily said. He smiled forcefully. Until Stan hurried down the bleachers to get their requested food, Cartman like a starved puppy followed him out of the basketball-gym.

"Share with me Kyle? Hot pockets make me thirsty," Kenny whimpered. He did a very good job at looking desperate.

"Fine," Kyle turned his attention to Kenny as soon as Stan was out of sight. "This does it; I'm going to make Stan mine."