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"Go on, Der. Go. Before you're late picking Stiles up. Although it would give him even more time to get around, but I'm not so sure the Sheriff would appreciate you being late picking his son up for your first date." ordered Lydia with a smile on her perfectly gloss covered lips as she nudged him towards the front door, hauling him back to hand him his jacket and place an encouraging kiss on his cheek. Derek brushed the tip of his nose against her temple gently before he walked out the front door of his house and over to his car, sliding behind the wheel. He listened to the engine hum to life, using the sound to calm his racing heart and growing nerves. This was actually happening. He was actually going on a first date with Stiles Stilinski. Lord, don't let me screw this up. I really care about him, I want to make this work. The blue eyed Beta pulled the car onto the road and put it in drive before starting in the direction of the Sheriff's house, trying to calm his nerves with each passing road mark.
Derek's green eyes drifted from road sign to road sign, his fingers drumming silently on the steering wheel. He gripped the material until his knuckles turned white and he could see the finger indents that were left behind once he released it. He never thought that he would be this nervous on a date, especially not this nervous on a date with Stiles. He's known him for a while now and has progressively gotten even more comfortable around him, even more fond of the spastic chatterbox. The engine hummed softly as he pulled into the driveway of the Stilinski house, putting the car in park and turning the key to silence the engine, sitting in a comforting silence until he got the nerve to get out of the car, shutting the door behind himself with a click. Get yourself together, Hale. Here we go. The wolf pushed himself off of the car and approached the front door, knocking on it with his knuckles. It took only a matter of seconds before the door swung open to reveal John, who opened the door even more and gestured for the teen to come in.
"Evening, Derek. You're here for Stiles? He should be ready in a few more minutes, he was trying to get his tie in the correct position, he almost succeeded in strangling himself." explained the Sheriff as he led the wolf into the kitchen, where he poured them both a glass of water.
"Next time I'll make sure the date place does not involve wearing a tie. I'd like to keep Stiles alive long enough to have this date." replied Derek as he heard the familiar sound of Stiles thumping around upstairs in his bedroom.
"Where exactly are you taking my son, son?" asked the older man as he set his glass down, leveling his gaze with the wolf, who was suddenly looking a hint nervous.
"I plan on taking him to Tertulia first, then out to go dancing. Which is why I had him dress up, it's kind of like a black tie event. I wanted to do something that was fancy for the first date. Stiles, if you don't tie your shoes, you're going to fall down those stairs." explained Derek before he looked over his shoulder at the teen, who was about halfway down the stairs and gripping the railing for dear life, the laces of his shoes strewn over the sides of his shoes.
"Freaking werewolves. How did you even know that?" asked Stiles as he sat down right where he stood on the stairs and started in on tying the laces of his shoes, the material making soft noises as it was tied.
"You always forget to tie your shoes before coming down any set of stairs or before leaving the house. You always end up tying them in the car." replied Derek as he smiled at the teen before carrying both now empty glasses to the sink.
"Derek? Stiles' curfew is midnight on the weekends, but i'm sure you already know that by now. I expect you to have him back home on time. Go on, boys. Enjoy your night." ordered John as he led both his son and the werewolf to the front door, clapping them both on their shoulders as they left. He stood in the doorway with a smile on his lips as he watched Derek open the passenger side door for his son, before closing it once he was inside. The wolf gave him a small wave before sliding behind the wheel, backing his car out of the driveway and pulling onto the road. John waited to go back inside until the car was out of sight.
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"Come on, Der. I know we're going to Tertulia, but where are we going afterwards?" asked Stiles as he reached forward again to fiddle with the radio, his fingers turning the button back and forth as he tried to find the right station.
"We're going dancing afterwards, which is also why I had you dress up." replied Derek as he swatted the teen's hand away from the buttons, earning him a pouty look in return.
"Dude! We're going dancing?! Have you ever seen me dance?! I have two left feet!" exclaimed the teen as he flailed his hands around a bit as he spoke, narrowly missing hitting his boyfriend in the face.
"Stiles. Stiles. It's just slow dancing, you'll be fine. You can even stand on my feet if you want to. I promise, you're going to be fine." explained Derek as he put his car in park in the parking lot of Tertulia's, smiling softly at the teen beside him, reaching over to give his hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Okay. Okay. Let's go." said Stiles with a warm smile on his lips before he leaned over and planted a kiss on his werewolf's cheek, sliding out of the car without waiting for Derek to get out to open the door for him. Stiles decided to do for Derek what the wolf had done for him, walking around the side of the Comaro to open the door for his date.
"Such a gentleman." complimented the blue eyed Beta as the teen shut the door behind him with a soft click, extending the crook of his arm to the teen, who laughed when they linked arms.
"You know me so well. Come on, let's find our table." said Stiles as they walked arm-in-arm into the restaurant, being greeted by a hostess the minute they walked in.
"Welcome to Tertulia, gentleman. May I have the name of your reservation?" asked the woman with a thick accent rolling off her tongue with each word.
"Our reservation should be under Hale-Stilinski." replied Derek as he watched the woman scroll down through all of the listed reservations in their system.
"Right this way, gentleman." explained the woman as she led them away from the front and through the rows of tables towards a private booth along the wall, a soft light hanging from the ceiling above their table. Derek had waited until Stiles had taken his seat before sitting down himself, smoothing down the front of his dress shirt and tie, watching as Stiles did the same.
"I'll give you a few minutes to look over the menu and decide on your drink orders." she said to them both with a smile before turning and walking away from the table after sliding menus towards both of them.
"Der? Derek? A little help, please? I may know some Spanish but I don't know a lot and everything on this menu is in Spanish." asked Stiles as he set his menu down and slid it towards the wolf, pointing to the one option that sounded good by pronunciation.
"Albondigas. It's lamb meatballs, almonds, migas, roasted tomatoes, and milk cheese." explained Derek as he turned the menu back around and slid it back towards the teen, who was nodding happily at his decision.
"That is definitely what I'm getting. Do you know how good that sounds? What have you decided on?" asked Stiles as he folded his hands in front of himself, resting them down on the menu.
"I've decided on Cordero A La Brasa. Grilled lamb breast with marinated eggplant." replied Derek as he folded his menu back up and set it down in front of himself, blushing a bit when he felt the teen's foot rubbing against his calf.
"You are such a little tease." whispered the blue eyed Beta as he rose up a bit to lean across the table in order to press his lips to Stiles'.
