A/N I still don't own Teen Wolf or the characters. Enjoy

Edit: Same story as the first chapter, mistakes have been fixed.

"...so basically, that was a bust because Alison still isn't really talking to me," Scott pouted, before perking back up. "What did you do last night?"

"You mean besides not helping you stalk your ex-girlfriend?" Stiles was leaning on the row of lockers as his best friend dug out the books he needed for class.

"It's not stalking!" the werewolf exclaimed with a scowl.

Chuckling, Stiles responded fondly, patting the other boy on the arm. "Sure it's not, Scotty. Sure it's not."

"Whatever," he grumbled. "But besides that, what'd you do, warcraft?"

"No. No I, er, I went over to Danny's and hung out."

Scott's eyes went wide. "Oh my god, dude. I thought he was joking? So did you two," he wiggled his eyebrows as he leered in his friend's direction.

"Pfft, what?" he scoffed, feeling his face go hot. "Of course not. Geez, don't be stupid. It's Danny. Of course we didn't."

"Then why are you blushing?"

Stiles scowled, certain that Scott was getting far too much enjoyment from the conversation. "I'm not blushing and we didn't have sex."

"But something happened." Seeing Stiles' scowl intensify, along with the redness on his cheeks, Scott grinned.

"Nothing happened!"

"Stiles," he said calmly, "I can tell you're lying. Werewolf senses, remember?" He tapped the side of his nose.

"Fine, fine. You win." The other boy sighed. "We kinda made out a bit. It's not like it was planned or anything though. One minute I was explaining why his opinions about Indiana Jones are completely wrong, then the next...we kissed."

Scott looked at him expectantly. "And?"

"And what?"

"How was it?"

Stiles bit his lip, taking a sharp breath in and letting it out slowly. "It was good. Really good. He's a really good kisser."

"Does it bother you? You know, that he's a 'he'? Not that it should. I wouldn't want to kiss dudes, but everyone's different and that's okay."

"Aw, thanks, Scott!" He shrugged with an easy smile in response. "But, no. I don't think it bothers me. It's just different." Before Stiles could say more, he saw the boy in question coming down the hallway as he gazed behind Scott at the crowd of passing students. The walking teen's eyes locked with Stiles own. He smiled running a hand through his hair. Danny grinned back and half waved before disappearing into a classroom. Scott attempted and failed to stifle a laugh. "What's so funny?" he asked, a little distracted.

"You're right. I don't think it bothers you at all."

"Oh for Pete's sake," Stiles scowled. "Using your creepy wolfie skills is just not fair to all us regular old humans. What was it this time?"

Scott grinned. "You're heart. It kinda went all thumpy and then got faster." He nudged his friend's shoulder playfully. "You should ask him out. You know you want to. And it would take care of the whole virgin sacrifice thing for you." Scott closed his locker with a bang as they headed towards their next class.

"I don't know, man," he sighed. "You really think I should? After all, he could say no and then I'd feel all stupid and awkward."

"You already feel awkward," Scott pointed out with a shrug. "So really, there's not much to lose. Plus, do you think he would have kissed you if he didn't like you?"

"You're right. I hate when you're right," Stiles pouted. He was glad when they sat down for class, forcing the conversation to a halt. That was, until he was slipped a note that read, 'so u gonna do it?' He turned to glare at Scott who made a face encouraging him to write back. Hastily scrawling back a yes, he passed the paper back before proceeding to ignore his friend's elated expression for the rest of class.

By the end of the day, Stiles had completely had it with Scott discussing his possible future love life, and after the umpteenth time he was asked, "So when you gonna do it?" he didn't feel like anyone could blame him for snapping.

"I'll do it when I'm ready! And you're not helping!" he shouted.

"You know, you should really stop yelling about your personal life in the locker room," Danny said, startling the other boy, who jumped with a yelp.

"Hey Danny," Scott said brightly. "Oh geez, I just remembered I had to go over there and do over there things. Later." He slunk over to the other side of the room to talk to Isaac and Boyd, sending a thumbs up in response to the death glare he received from Stiles.

"And now that Scott went and made it all nice and awkward," Stiles said with a sigh.

Danny laughed. "I'm sure he had good intentions, though."

"He always does." He paused, frowning slightly, not sure how to get out what he wanted to say. With a deep breath, he decided to just say it. "What are you doing tonight?" he asked.

"Homework. Unless someone gives me a better option." Danny smiled and gave the other boy an encouragingly expectant look.

"So you'd maybe be interested in going out with me? Like on a date?"

"I'd love to go on a date with, Stiles." A look of relieved excitement washed over the other boy. "How's dinner and a movie sound?"

"Sounds great."

"All right. I'll pick you up at eight." Danny flashed him a smile before heading out of the locker room. Stiles returned the smile, but by time Scott had made his way back from where he had been supernaturally eavesdropping, it had morphed into a horrified grimace. Scott tilted his head to the side (and looked for all the world like a confused puppy) waiting for his friend to explain what was wrong.

Stiles turned to Scott. "I have to tell my dad," he said, stomach turning to lead as he sunk onto a wooden bench. Scott sat beside him and patted his back awkwardly, unsure of what he could say that would help.

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