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"I swear if we watch one more movie, my eyes will fall out of my head," groaned Erica, as she dramatically fell across Boyd from her position on the couch.
"Seriously, we need to do something that involves real people," agreed Lydia from her side of the room in the love seat she's taken as her own with Jackson at her feet.
Stiles agreed they did need to leave the house. Wordlessly, he reached over Allison's legs on his lap to the coffee table to retrieve his phone. After few minutes of furious typing, he looked up with an shit-eating grin and looked around the room. "Get dressed. We're going out," he said, and without another word got up from his spot on the couch and moved to go upstairs to his room.
"Hold on Stilinski, what do you mean we're going out? Where?" Jackson protested from his place on the floor.
Stiles turned around just before going up the stairs to see the eyes of his pack on him. "A bar," he responded before continuing his ascend to his room.
"I don't know if I trust you to properly dress yourself," Lydia called after him.
"Don't worry I got it," he responded not bothering to raise his voice, knowing the wolves would hear him.
Not long after he got to his room, closed the door and sat on the bed did he hear the rushed footsteps of the pack and the fighting over who got to shower first. The only thing he could do was to thank Derek and whatever deity that blessed him with an en suite bathroom.
A little more than an hour later, Stiles was lacing his cherry red Doc Martens, when he heard the tell-tale signs of an excited and ready pack- yelling.
"STILINSKI ARE YOU DONE YET? WE WANNA GO," Erica yelled unnecessarily loud.
"You know just because I am human and don't have screech at that un-godly volume," Stiles replied in his normal tone. He walked down the stairs to most of the pack dressed and ready. "Where's Derek?" He asked as Lydia poked and prodded at his outfit.
"He should be down in a second," Allison told him as she put in her other earring. On cue, Derek came down the stairs in a hunter green shirt underneath his leather jacket and the pair of jeans that made his ass look absolutely amazing, not that Stiles noticed… much.
"I'm here," his gruff voice, "Can we leave now?"
"Don't sound so eager Sourwolf, let's go!" Stiles shouted as they all rushed out of the house toward the Jeep, Derek's Camaro and Jackson's Porche. "Just follow me!"
When they arrived Stiles jumped out of the Jeep a knowing grin already stretched across his face.
"You guys ready?" He asked once they had all convened next to Derek's Camaro.
The pack looked around, the bar, whose neon sign read Liv's, was placed off one of the main highways on the outskirts of Beacon Hills. The building itself was on the older side like a lot of the buildings in Beacon Hills. The closest other structure was a gas station about a quarter mile down the road. The only thing that saved it from being as sketchy as it sounds was the line of people that wrapped almost all the way around the front of the building.
Stiles' excitement was infectious though. Curiosity and amusement were slowly creeping into each member of the pack as they looked at Stiles barely holding himself together. It had been a while since they had seen him so happy and they missed it.
"Let's go before you hurt yourself, but I'm not waiting in that line," Lydia replied, switching her weight to one side and cocking her hip out, waiting so see what Stiles' plan for that was.
"Just follow me," he grinned back to her.
Stiles turned on the balls of his feet and began walking toward the door. As they neared the bulky, bald man standing in all black glanced their way, immediately smiling at the site in front of him.
"As I live and breathe, is that Baby Stilinski?" The man called to Stiles as he approached.
"Ray!" Stiles yelled, his eyes lighting up. The two pulled each other into a brief embrace.
"What's on your head?" Ray scuffed the top of Stiles' head grazing the hair that hadn't previously been that long.
"It was time for a change. Gotta keep the people guessing," Stiles returned, the familiar banter flowing easily.
"Yeah, yeah. Band know you're here?"
"Just Jay."
"You know she's gonna flip shit, right?" Ray's eyebrows raised, questioning all his choices.
"I know, but I like to throw her for a loop every now and then. She's too controlling," his features turning mischievous.
"You just like getting me into some shit don't you? They with you?" His head nodding back to the pack standing behind Stiles.
"I do in fact have the joy of their presents tonight."
"You have actual friends? What the hell?" Ray reached out and cuffed Stiles around the head, pulling him under his arm, much like an older brother would.
"Shut up," Stiles whined out, pushing from underneath the larger man and aggressively fixed his shirt. "Just let us in," he pouted.
"Fine, but I was on break when you got here," Ray grumbled, stepping aside for Stiles and the pack to move through.
When they entered the scent of beer and sweat engulfed the packs sensitive noses. On the stage all the way to the front, there was a live band playing a cover of 'Take Care' by Drake. The girl singing was no more than 5'2" and on either side of her were two guys, both much larger than she was, dwarfing her even more. There was another boy in the back playing the drums.
The large open space had a bar on the right side taking up almost the entire wall. The rest of the building was split into two levels with a few stairs dividing them. The bottom half was mostly a dance floor that was cluttered with people. The top was almost completely tables and booths with wide enough isles that the wait staff could maneuver around without a problem. The inside was a complete shift from the outside.
"You guys go get a table, there is something I have to do first," Stiles told the rest of the pack while pointing over his shoulder at nothing in particular, his grin from earlier getting even bigger. "Oh! And just tell whoever gets your drinks that you're with the band," he told them before disappearing in the small group of people behind him without waiting for anyone to respond.
Stiles wove around people in his efforts to reach the side of the stage. By the time he got there the band had finished the song they were playing. He whistled the familiar jingle that they had started long ago when they were kids. The four heads on stage snapped over to him and identical smiles broke on their faces.
"If you all will excuse us for a second, something very important just came in," the short girl on stage with pale skin and a deep purple bob said into the mic, a grin stretching wide across her and the other four guys on stages faces.
"Baby Stilinski!" A familiar voice screeched a few feet away to where Stiles was standing by the edge of the stage. She launched herself into his arms. "We haven't seen you in ages!" Stiles chuckled. His erratic behavior was a family trait. It seemed to have skipped his father and his siblings a jumped straight to Stiles and most of his cousins.
"Lu!" Stiles returned the fierceness of her hug. Looking over her shoulder he saw four more of his favorite people in the world.
"Sty," Mak called to him, coming over to give him a hug. Mak looked the most like Stiles. His hair was lighter and his frame was slightly bigger, but he had a matching facial structure that they both received from their fathers. Even though he was only a year younger, Stiles always treated him like the little brother he never got.
"Makie!" Stiles exclaimed, his grin becoming impossibly wider, rushing forward around Lu's tiny body to hug him.
Olek stepped forward as soon as Stiles was released from Mak's grip. He grabbed Stiles's jaw, gently turning his face side to side, much like their grandfather used to do. His eyes searched his face and stared into the matching brown orbs looking back at him. He nodded once.
"You look good kid," he finally said, as he pulled Stiles into a hug. Olek was the oldest of them at twenty-seven. His build was strong from the years he spent wrestling. He and Stiles were the only ones that had the whiskey colored eyes they inherited from their grandmother. His personality was calmer than the rest of them, but he still had an air about him that insisted you get to know him. Stiles had always admired the way he was always in command but easily fell into the background. Stiles suspected it came with being the "example" for the rest of his cousins.
"You don't looks so bad yourself Oli," Stiles smirked back at him referring to the childhood nickname he'd given to his cousin when k's had been too difficult for his small mouth.
"It's about damn time you got here. I've been waiting for your slow ass since you text me!" Jay's voice boomed around them. He was the biggest and unsurprisingly the loudest. His face was rounder and more boyish than his brother's. He and Stiles had the closest personalities.
"You told Janusz that you were coming before me?! You could have at least text the group message! I thought you were better than that," Lu turned her outrage toward Stiles, her faint Polish accent fading into her tone. She was among the humans that Stiles feared. The years of growing up with rowdy and destructive boys made her stronger and scarier than her five feet led to believe.
"Lu it was a surprise. We all know that you can't keep a surprise for anything. And I would've told Oli, but he sucks at actually responding to texts. So, I chose Jay," Stiles explained.
"What about me?" Mak asked, mild hurt clouding his features.
"You would've been too excited and given it away. Janusz' natural excitement didn't leave a lot of room for suspecting that something out of the normal was happening," Oli replied to him, his head nodding in agreement with Stiles' choice.
"Whatever. The important thing is that you're here. And you'll join us, right?" Lu asked looking up at her younger cousin, eyes shining with hope.
"Yeah just for a little bit though, my friends are here," Stiles answered her, scratching at the back of his neck almost sheepishly.
His cousins' heads all snapped to look at him.
"You...brought...friends?" Oli breathed out at him.
"Contrary to popular belief, I do actually have friends you know," Stiles told them, annoyance in his voice.
"Yeah friends you never bring around. We've been stuck between believing that they didn't exist or that you were ashamed of us," Jay told him, eye Stiles wearily.
"You ok now I have nothing to be ashamed of. Timing just never worked out. Plus they don't know about here," he informed them.
Lu made a small gasp. "Is he here?" She stretched on her toes to look around, purple strands flying around her face as she jerked around. Stiles knew immediately the he she was referring too. Derek. Unable to keep his more-than-a-crush a secret from his cousins, Derek was often a topic of conversation they had. They would try to talk him into finally telling how he feels instead of the flirtation-ship that their relationship had evolved into over the years. The slight blush that spread across the tops of his cheeks was more than enough of an answer for his cousins.
"Where? Now I'm curious," Mak asked looking around as well.
Stiles glanced around the open layout of familiar bar. On the second tier where tables surrounded the dance floor, right of center, the pack sat at one of the round tables, drinks sitting in front of all of them. They had left a seat open for Stiles, right next to Derek. Stiles subtlety mentioned to them where they were sitting, knowing that they would know which one was Derek when they saw him.
Lu turned to him with a slow grin, "Oh he's cute," drawing out the last word.
"You did a strangely good job at describing him," Mak said, the other two nodding in agreement.
Stiles sighed slightly dreading that his two worlds were going to collide.
"But you're gonna play with us, right?" Jay asked him.
"Yeah for like an hour I guess," Stiles replied.
"Three," Lu replied.
"One and a half," Stiles replied quickly.
She hummed at his answer, then nodded, "Deal."
"Deal."
She made a small shrieking noise and did a little excited dance.
"All my boys are back together," she said a grin splitting across her face. She tried to stretch her arms around them all but ultimately failed.
"Don't worry Lu, we'll try to keep our sexiness down. Won't want to steal all your spotlight," Jay said stretching his arms across Stiles' and Oli's shoulders.
"Is anybody else as confused as I am?" Erica asked as she tilled her beer bottle to her mouth.
"Scott do you know who they are?" Allison asked from her place leaned against Scott's arm. Scott leaned forward in his chair to see around the pack over to where Stiles was standing at the edge of the stage. As he looked his eye darted around from person to person before the realization clicked in his mind.
"Those are his cousins," Scott told them leaning back in his chair.
"His cousins? I didn't know he had any family around here," Lydia said as she stared at the people surrounding Stiles, scrutinizing their every movement.
"Yeah, he's got a huge family. They all try to get together at least once a year. I think he's got like four more cousins and his grandparents live in Poland," Scott told them.
They were interrupted by the small girl with purple hair. Her grin was infectious to the boys on stage as she settled herself with a guitar.
"We have a very special surprise for you all tonight. Baby Stilinski has decided to come out of hiding for us all," her smile matching all those of the boys around her. They could've been mistaken for siblings, they all had facial features incredibly close to one another.
"Jesus, Lu you're so small." Stiles said into the mic as he reached down to raise the stand, "Anyway I am the surprise. It has been a while since I've been here. How long has it been?"
"I think like three years almost, just before you went to school," a tall man that sat on a stool to Stiles' right answered.
"Really?" Stiles asked incredulously.
"Yeah I think that's about right," another man with boyish features answered Stiles from behind the keyboard.
"Huh. Well we are going to a classic Beyonce hit. We've reworked this a few times over the years and this is the latest one," Stiles said as he sat down on a stool in between the two males on stage, his charismatic half smile bleeding through to the audience.
The music started to flow, lyrics interchanging between the three of them effortlessly. They sat up there with nothing more than a keyboard and an electric guitar, but they created something none of the pack expected. Between the nine of them at the table not a single one of them knew that Stiles could sing.
AN: This is my first story, and I'd love to hear reviews and comments. So far I've only got one more chapter planned out, but I would love to know if you want more. Thanks for reading!