So, I'd like to say that this fic is my very first published work on here and it's of course my first Sterek story, *fangirl squeal*! I've always wanted to share my stories but have always been abashed to so for being criticized on it. I have noticed though that the Teen Wolf fandom are a little more open minded and kinder when it comes to Sterek fics, so thank you guys in advance. Now, onto the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or its characters, just using them for my own joy and entertainment and hopefully for yours as well. ;)

Warning: Some language and suggestive remarks in the first couple chapters, smut in later chapters. I'll try to put a warning in each chapter if this changes.

This fic doesn't follow the show's current season or any in particular, no one's dead (yet?), and it occurs during their senior year. The relationship with the OTP starts out slow, so bear with me here. But there will be fluff, smut, and lemony goodness to come. So no immature innocent eyes or minds please! Enjoy.

Prom Date - Chapter One

- Beacon Hills High -

"Hey! Check this out guys!" Scott pointed over towards a wall that was over by the senior lockers, not too far from their locker numbers, and it seemed like the wall had some sort of sparkly-glimmering-shine that flickered and got both Kira's and Stiles' attention as well. Once the trio got closer to the wall, they realized it was the school's event board all sparkled out with lettering. The event board itself looked simple, with a solid black background and regular brown framing, but what had caught their attention was the big gold letters that were in a Broadway style font, giving it an alluring Great Gatsby look.

Stiles didn't have to read the words on the poster board to know what it was or even said. This was something he had hoped to avoid this year, but that week came by a lot sooner than he anticipated.

"I can't believe prom is only a week away," Scott beamed, pulling Kira close to his side and planting one on her cheek with enthusiasm.

"It's going to be next Friday already?" Kira exclaimed, giving Scott a peck back.

Yeeeep. There it was. Good old prom.

Stiles couldn't help but roll his eyes and gag at the two's bubbly attitude toward the upcoming event. It was the thing that Stiles wanted to avoid at all costs. Which should have been ridiculous because, come on, really? It was only prom. Except it wasn't. Every senior was looking forward to that night, bringing that special someone with them to the dance as a last hoorah for the end of their senior year, having some spiked punch, going out for dinner and all that shit. And unfortunately for Stiles, this meant nothing to him for that same reason. There was no date or special person lined up for him; that's kind of the reason why couples looked forward to prom here, again, except for Stiles.

Oh, and the other thing he was dreading? When everyone else was paired up for events like these and looked over at Stiles to ask him personal questions like; who are you going with? What's their name? We could totally double date! …blah blah blah. That was probably what made things more miserable for him, having to go through the embarrassment and disappointment of not having someone in his life to go do these things with the others and having to be a third, fifth, or seventh wheel.

How could he not have a date to prom already? I mean, he was far from being vain and prideful, but he had grown up considerably since freshmen year. His hair had grown out and was a little longer now where you could run your fingers through it, his body still slender but over the years of chasing and fighting supernatural beings he had started to tone up and get definition in his physique, and let's not forget his amazing sense of humor. Am I right? Or am I right? Regardless of his looks and sense of humor, out of everyone in the school, it seemed like his luck was non-existent when it came to finding someone who was into him and actually getting into a relationship with them.

"I'm so excited to go! This will be my first high school dance," Kira confessed, her eyes seemed to glow from excitement, her fox side not able to contain itself as well. "What about you, Stiles? Are you looking forward to the prom as well?" she gave him a warm genuine smile in his direction.

"Hm? Oh yeah, totally. I can't wait", Stiles gave a pathetic fist pump in effort to show some sort of enthusiasm and school spirit. 'Whoohoo, another year and another opportunity to be a third wheel…' he thought.

Luckily his weak attempt of gusto had gone unnoticed by the others as they were caught up in animated chatter with their plans and what they'd be wearing. "Did you hear what the theme is this year?" Kira nearly gushed, trying to contain herself but unwilling to wait for the boys' responses," It's going to be the Roaring Twenties!" she squealed the last words.

"What no way? That's freaking awesome!" Scott beamed.

"And the best part," Kira, stopped to look around first before continuing, making sure no one else was listening in on their conversation," I think my mom has a dress from back then that I could borrow too", she rushed her words, making sure her mother's secret as a 900 year old kitsune would go unnoticed and stay a secret. As if anybody in their right mind outside of their group would ever guess that sort of thing.

"Oh man, that means I have to dress the part too then, huh", Scott frowned, knowing that his wardrobe options at home were slim to none when it came to classy attire for these things.

"I'm sure you can find something at the mall here in town. Stiles could even go with you so both you boys can find something together for the dance", Kira suggested. "By the way, Stiles", looking over at him with curiosity, "did you have anyone in mind that you would want to take to the dance?" her question was sincere with no underlying cattiness to it.

'Shiiiiiit', he thought, did he need to go through this so soon? He'd hoped they'd stay distracted long enough till the bell rang so he could disappear before the questioning started. He wasn't even expecting her to suggest shopping with Scott for the wardrobe ensemble. And now she had to ask that dreaded question. Right here, right now… and in front of his best friend.

"I-uuhh…" he couldn't help but look down at the ground while racking through his ADD brain for some sort of excuse or idea to get out of this stupid question," Well-", he started but couldn't find the words to say anything.

'Fuck what do I even say? Sorry you guys, I'm going solo to this party, like I ALWAYS do. But don't worry; I'll hover around you guys while you're busy sucking face by the punch bowl. And then what? Get that pity look from them like I do every time I'm the odd man in the group (no pun intended) during these outings?'

When he looked up towards them, he couldn't help but see the questioning look on both Kira and Scott's faces, feeling their awkwardness and sympathy for his delayed replied. He started listing names in his head to figure out who would be a good excuse to use as a date to take to prom. He couldn't ask Lydia because she had Jackson. Erica and Boyd were pretty much joined at the hip. Allison and Isaac were becoming an item now so that was out of the question. And as for guys, the only gay guy he really knew at school was Danny and he already had a date. 'Fuck my life!' he cursed at himself for being in this predicament. So what poor soul was he going to use as an excuse to take as a prom date?

Kira, noticing Stiles' disheartened expression and his further lack of response, began to regret her question now. "Stiles, I didn't mean to put you on the spot—".

"No! I-I have a date!" he added quickly, his mind now going a mile a minute from all the tension that was in the air right now.

"You do?" Scott's question came out as a surprise.

"Yeah actually," Stiles trying to sound confident in his answer.

"Really?" Scott a little shocked for a second by this news, but realizing his best friend had a date to prom made him feel immediately delighted for this," That's great, bro! What's her name? I can't wait to meet them. Is she cute? Of course she would be," he grinned, giving a suggestive wink to his buddy. This only lasted a second before it was gone when met with an elbow to the ribs by Kira, warning Scott to behave but also being playful with his reaction as well.

"Well, uh, that's the thing… It's… Derek actually," Stiles laughed nervously, fiddling with his fingers to keep his hands busy when he explained the detail of who the prom date was.

"De-Derek? Derek HALE?" Scott gawked, losing control of the muscle in his lower jaw and letting his mouth hang open.

"Heh.. Y-yeah. I asked him out not too long ago", Stiles trying to play it off and now scratching the back of his head. It was a nervous tick he'd get whenever he was stressed out about getting caught in some lie that he was trying to cover up, usually from his dad, when it came to hiding things. Like this current situation. 'Oh my god. What did I just say? Did I just say Derek? WHY DID I SAY DEREK?! Of all people to say, aaaahh!' He was now screaming internally at himself and trying to control the blush that was now spreading from his neck to his cheeks.

It was Scott's turn to stutter, "I-I had no idea that you and Derek were close like that. And I didn't even know that Derek liked going to dances. Especially a prom one." He couldn't keep the stunned look off his face, the hamster wheel in his brain spinning out of control while processing this news.

"Yeah well, you know Derek. He's full of surprises!" Stiles was trying to show his best fake enthusiastic attitude while he laughed nervously, covering the trembling words that would surely tumble out if he didn't get a hold of himself soon.

Scott didn't seem convinced by this.

"I think that's great!" Kira exclaimed, a genuine smile that reached her eyes as she went in to hug Stiles for being brave and sharing this information with them, having somebody joining him to prom with the rest of them was absolutely wonderful.

"Uh, thanks, Kira," a little taken back by her response but reciprocating the hug, guilt flooding through him for what was now going to be the biggest white lie he's ever said to his friends.

And just as things seemed to be at their worst with timings, Lydia Martin had strolled right up to them, curiosity getting the best of her when she noticed the commotion from across the hall by her friends.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Lydia looking inquisitive while chewing on a piece of gum before blowing a perfect pink bubble out, then letting it pop.

"Heeey, Lydia" Stiles hurried; panic setting in again and now feeling the flight mode come on. 'You have got to be fucking kidding me!'

"Hey Lydia," Kira chirped. "Are you ready for the dance next week?"

"Oh is it next week already?" She didn't bother looking up when she asked, inspecting her manicured nails," it completely slipped my mind. I haven't even gone shopping, oh well. I'll just tell Jackson to take me" she stated, not giving off any worry about the week's event.

"Great! I guess everyone in our group has someone they're going to prom with," Kira announced, not resisting to look over at Stiles in particular with glee.

"Is that so?" Lydia inquired, now agog by this news.

'No, no, no! Don't you dare say it! For the love of all things supernatural and wolfish, don't say it!' Stiles was yelling internally, in hopes that Kira would somehow have gained the ability to read minds right now and hear out his pleads.

There was no such luck.

"Yeah!" Kira replied," Scott and I, You and Jackson of course, Stiles and Derek, Allison and-"

"Whoa whoa whoa, waaaait a minute here," Lydia stopped her, "did I just hear you correctly?" Disbelief laced in her voice.

"Ya know what, I gotta go to next period right now. I'll see you guys later," Stiles turned and was about to take a step to the opposite direction of them until Lydia grabbed a hold of his hoodie, keeping him in place.

"Now just wait one minute," she tugged down, "the bell hasn't rang yet and you've got some explaining to do here, mister," she ordered.

"I don't know what you mean," Stiles tried to avoid eye contact with the banshee as much as possible, keeping his back toward her while squirming to get away. The woman could crack the Royal Guard of England into breaking their silence and getting them to talk about case sensitive information with just one look.

"Since when have you and Derek been a thing," she gestured with her free hand, making the question sound more like an accusation.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Stiles countered, still not looking at her.

"Don't play dumb with me, Stilinski. You and Derek have been at each other's throats for a long time, and I don't mean the kind that gives hickeys either," she retorted back, still holding onto his sweater. "And besides" she continued, "you and Derek? Ha! Please… That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of. With those eyes and muscles and the sexual experience he has, the guy is at least a 10 and you're more like…" looking Stiles up and down as if measuring his worth on a scale with her gaze, "like a 6… 6.5 on a good day," she stated, sounding satisfied by her calculations.

Stiles stiffened a little at her demeaning explanation as to why it was impossible for him and Derek to be going together to prom, hurt setting in deep in his bones. He sighed and turned around to face Lydia now, looking and feeling exasperated for being interrogated right now, in the middle of the school hallway of all places. "Is that so hard to believe?" He asked, the emotional pain apparent on his face for her to see.

"Well honestly, you haven't been with anyone all high school and now you're going to prom with Derek? What's the catch here?" Lydia pried, oblivious to his emotions.

He couldn't believe that his friend, his old girl crush of so many years, had disbelieved his story from the get go, without a second thought, and was even backing it with ridiculous notions. Even if his story was a lie, to actually have someone think you aren't worthy to have someone else in your life… this was a new low for Stiles.

"Lydia, why would you even say that," Kira stepped in, knowing this was not going to end well.

"No, it's okay," Stiles held his hand up before continuing. "I don't understand why you'd think I wouldn't be going with Derek," Stiles pointed a finger at Lydia, challenging her.

"He just doesn't seem like your type that's all—"

"My type?" Stiles didn't let her finish, anger replacing his sadness from earlier. "You wouldn't know my type if it hit you the face. I know I'm a spastic geek who can't stop running his mouth or saying outrageous things. Hell, I know I'm not smooth when it comes to picking up people either or trying to act normal like other people try doing here at school, but nobody's perfect. And Derek is a great guy. Sure, he's rough on the edges, he has an attitude, but he has a past that we can't even imagine living with or having. And he always takes care of his pack. And as for me, I'm glad to be going with him," Stiles said as a matter fact.

Lydia, flabbergasted by his upfront defense, started losing her grip on his sweater. Stiles took this chance to turn back around and walk towards where his next class would be, leaving the three of them behind while they still looked awe struck by his open honesty.

It was finally Stiles' luck when the lunch bell rang, signaling everyone in the school and cafeteria to finish their lunch and head to their own designated classes while he was already at the classroom door, no suspicions would be raised by his earliness.

Now that it was said done after making such a claim to his friends, the next step was to call the Sourwolf himself and find a way to convince him to go.