As rule of thumb, Danny tried to never judge anyone, having faced judgement a few times in his life.
Beacon Hills was small but progressive, but that's not to say that Danny hadn't faced homophobia walking down the hall of BHS.
So he tried to never put a person in a box based on what little of them he saw.
That having been said, it came as a shock to see certain mole covered teammate of his practically having sex with another guy on one of his trips to the Jungle.
The rhythm of some pop song blared in his ears as he stared across the scape between him and the couple.
Another misconception was blown out of the water as he watched the teen push the other man up against the wall.
Skinny, spastic Stiles was always the follower. He trailed behind Scott like a puppy following it's master. But this Stiles, this Stiles was pushing a bigger man up against the wall, his hand slipping under the guys shirt giving Danny a look at the fit stomach underneith.
Stiles trailed a finger down the mans abs, his other hand coming up to grip at blonde hair, moving the mans head to his will.
Heat ran down Danny's spine as he watched. With it came an ugly feeling of jealousy, and injustice.
How had he not noticed this sooner? He had messed all the clues and now Stiles was stumbling his way out the door with some Ken doll look alike.
He watched as they completely disappeared from view before shrugging away from which ever guy was trying to chat him up and making his way out of the club.
A looking around the blue jeep couldn't be found anywhere.
Head spinning, Danny climb in his car and headed home, his thoughts filled with images of Stiles and the blonde.