"You're...sweating.."

"I'm not, I'm fine!" Stiles says with a determined nod.

"You're lying, but good luck!" Scott says with a warm grab of the shoulder, he leaves his best friend at his request.

"I'm, good, I'm cool with him saying no you know, how many girls have said no, Kerri, Tracy, Paula, Lindsey, Rachael better known as Rae and all her friends! Like rejection is no big deal right? Go! I'm great!" Stiles psyches himself up. He has to be his own hype man because this is a big deal. His boyfriend Derek and Christmas, never ever mix. All throughout their friendship, he'd known that. It was never an issue. He barely given a fuck about what Derek had gotten in his christmas stocking when they were just friends.

Now dating changed everything. He wanted lay on the bed feeding Derek Chocolate from the advent calendar. He wanted to watch Derek carve a turkey properly, instead of just breaking it in half with his jaws. He wanted his Dad to embarrass him with old family photos while his boyfriend finally saw pictures of his mom.

Fat chance of that!

Now here he was in the department canteen. It's lasagne day. Chef Rowshini makes terrible lasagne. He's not hungry but decided to order it anyway. He's barely sat down when his boyfriend is sitting on the chair, looking at him with irritated blue eyes. Every women's eyes are on him, Stiles doesn't know if he realises what he does to people...even now...

"You said it's important?" Derek asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah...yeah...so how's your day been buddy?" Stiles grins.

"Why am I here...bro?"

"To taste the best Lasagne and answer a very important question?"

"I didn't take the last birthday cake Kit Kat, that was Danny" He confesses.

"Damn it!" But that's not it" He gets up to get the lasagne, only to see Rowshini gently place it on his table. Along with one for Derek. "Uhhhh...he didn't order that?..."

Thank you Rowshini, I'm gonna get fat from all your lovely treats" Derek flashes that award winning smile, that reduces women to a blubbering mess. She's no exception.

"Looking forward to Christmas Derek?" She asks.

"Rows, you've never asked me..."

"Yeah and no. It's kinda of corny, but if you're around people you love..." Derek pats his stomach, and flashes her that smile that makes her giggle, before she's called back to microwave a baked potato. Stiles grabs the huge menu to hide the whisper.

"The lasagne's awful!"

"Not as awful as Christmas" Derek mutters, digging his metal cutlery into the lasagne.

Stiles bows his head down and props the menu up with his fingers. "Do you wanna spend an awful christmas with me?" He pats the menu on his head before covering his face with it.

"Sure"

"Look I know, that Hale Christmases haven't been great. I know you hate family stuff. And yeah you'll find it boring as hell, because it's just me and dad but..."

"Stop...are you...are you hiding behind the menu!" Derek said grasping it.

"Yes! Don't touch it!"

"Give it to me!" He growls

"No it's my safe place!" Stiles shouts as Derek roughly takes the menu and shoves it under the table. A few colleagues are now looking at them and laughing. Stiles feels more embarrased than he usually would. "Look, it's no pressure. If you just wanna hang with Isaac, Boyd and Erica, I get it"

"Your nerves shut me out"

"What?"

"You didn't hear me. I said sure" Derek repeats with a calm shrug.

"Sure, with your pack or?"

"I don't mind hanging out with you for Christmas" Derek spells out.

"But...come on...we all know that you're not really into it" Stiles said squinting at him in confusion.

"I may hate Christmas with a passion, but I'm into you. So it balances out" Derek reasons, finally putting a small piece of lasagne in his mouth. "God this is awful!" He muttered, gulping it down with maximum effort. Always competitive, his boyfriend takes three bites of his lunch, smiling like it's the best meal he's ever tasted.

"You don't have to come Derek. If you just want Christmas pizza and a blow job..." Stiles begins as Derek rises from his chair. They both know he's heard something. Though the human can't tell if it's good bad or ugly.

"I've gotta go. Between the Pizza and the blow job, I'd only prefer ONE of those things" Derek says as he pushes in his chair and walks over to say goodbye to the kitchen staff and a delighed Rowshini.

"Great! A Deep pan Mexicana Pizza it is!" Stiles yells, giving him the thumbs up. While getting free snacks from Rowshini, Derek turns, and hurls a small object at his boyfriend' table. It lands by his plate with perfect precision. Stiles smiles as he twirls the legendary last Kit-Kat, in-between his shaking fingers.