Lydia

After Malia had left, Stiles took a shower and came out of the bathroom to find Scott in his bedroom. "Your mom is going to kill me."

"Oh, I know. She re-gave the sex talk thanks to you." Scott smiled and continued to toss the lacrosse ball back and forth in his hands on Stiles' bed. "So, how did your first date go? It smells like it went pretty great." He gave a crocked grin.

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, and if I don't chose her I'm probably going to feel pretty bad about that."

"No, she's always had more of a sexual appetite than you, more animalistic." Scott smiled and tossed the ball to bounce off of Stiles' head while the lanky teen tried to get dressed without falling over. "What else did you guys do, or is this it?"

"We went to see The Force Awakens and got some pizza." Stiles sat down on the bed next to Scott once he was dressed (nicer than his date with Malia, because Lydia was next and he was willing to bet money that Lydia would take him somewhere nice). "Malia said some things and…Scott you really need to show her that you're her alpha not just because of me. You can't make me your link. She needs a place in this pack, with you, which are not dependent on me. Whether I chose her or not, you need to do your alpha duties and bond with your pack individually."

Scott nodded. "I will. You don't have to factor that into your decision." He leaned in and nudged Stiles with his shoulder. "But tonight, I'm here for you. No alpha, I'm just Scott McCall, best friend to Stiles Stilinski. You were there through everything with Allison…" The two looked down at their hands. They rarely talked about the girl since she passed. "I can't believe how much has changed in the past few years. You're the one with a confusing love life, not me anymore. Malia isn't a coyote, she's actually human, she's part of our pack and I don't think she would leave us behind anymore. Lydia, the girl you had the biggest crush on since third grade but could never get to notice you is now fourth on your speed dial. You guys, even if you don't date, have this weird bond that I'll never understand but it's never going to break. And then there's Derek." Scott laughed. "We accused him of murder and now you're going on a date with him. This is crazy."

"Well, you did say once that nothing ever happens in Beacon Hills." Stiles laughed. "I guess I finally proved you wrong."

"I guess you did." Scott looked over Stiles clothes. "Lydia is going to kill you for wearing that."

"What? What's wrong with my clothes?"

"Clearly everything." The voice at the door made them both jump. Lydia only rolled her eyes. "I get how I scared Stiles, but Scott, you're a werewolf."

Scott only shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not an alpha tonight, I'm just Scott McCall. He smiled and stood up. Turning to his friend as he backed out he wished him good luck one more time. "Good luck buddy, remember that I'm here to talk if you need me." He winked and left.

The strawberry blonde walked down the stairs and outside in silence. "I'll drive, you can leave the jeep here."

Stiles raised his eyebrows. "What? You aren't going to insult Roscoe? You're just going to call it my jeep and let it go?" He smiled a little. "And I thought I told you…"

"Yeah, you'll never leave this jeep behind." She turned and stopped at her car. "But it will be right here when you get back and my car gets better gas mileage." She unlocked it. "Plus, where we are going is a surprise. Don't you like surprises Stiles?" She gave a smile and raised an eyebrow before getting into her car, sure Stiles would follow.

When Stiles clambered into the car he looked over to find Lydia handing him a blindfold. "You know, this was one of my several fantasies back when you didn't know I existed." Without meaning to, his words came out a little harsh. He wasn't resentful of Lydia's past ignorance and Queen B attitude. He was over it, she was over it, and they were friends now. The friendship he's been able to share with her makes up for any bad feelings he could ever have. But now…now she likes him?

Lydia only gave a soft smile. "Don't pretend like those dreams stopped, Stiles." She winked. "And I knew you existed Stiles. Just because I ignored you doesn't mean I didn't see you. I just had different priorities back then. They were messed up priorities, but I've moved passed them. Now, I would confront you if a dorky kid with a buzz cut was trying to read my notes over my shoulder or just about beating my class rank. If it weren't for your ADHD, we probably would have had a run in sooner than sophomore year." Lydia turned the radio on. "Now, put the blindfold on Stiles."

Sighing Stiles gave in. "Fine, Miss. Martin. I'll put the blindfold on. But just because you covered my eyes doesn't mean my mouth will stop working." He always thought his running mouth had annoyed Lydia. Even once they were friends, he worried he annoyed her. Maybe she didn't listen to his every word like he did hers.

"I wouldn't dream of it Stiles." She might never say it out loud, but Lydia could remember everything Stiles had ever said to her, even the crazy rants; even the rant about the genetics of her hair color (although she already knew all about it). When she started making his rants into conversations she knew she couldn't live without him. Stiles always looked out for her, even if she didn't deserve it.

When Lydia pulled into the parking lot Stiles was going on and on about wolves' mating practices (how he got there from talking about the band playing, X Ambassadors, Lydia isn't exactly sure, and neither is Stiles really). "Okay, the car stopped moving, can I take my blindfold off now? Or is this some kind of kinky foreplay? Because if you think I'm the type of guy who just drops his pants on a first date then…"

"You lost your virginity without a first date." Lydia remarked, maybe a little bit of jealousy in her voice.

"I thought it could be my last day alive!"

Lydia laughed. "You were trying to escape the situation you were in and all of the emotional distress. Plus you're a horny teenage boy, so sex." She turned the car off and turned in her seat. "Don't worry, it's not as bad as my story of lost virginity. Now take the blindfold off so we can maybe talk about us instead of someone else."

Tearing off the blindfold Stiles looked around. His mind tried to make sense of what he was seeing. This was not what he was expecting from Lydia Martin. "You brought us to the school?"

Nodding Lydia pointed to a parking spot three spaces from them. "That's where we parked when we went to the winter formal together. It was the first time a guy called me beautiful and I felt like they really meant it, like they didn't have an alternative motive to saying it. Jackson made me feel horrible, I thought it was going to have the worst night. But there was this annoying kid with an uneven buzz cut telling me I was beautiful and actually noticing my genius." She turned to Stiles. "You know, you're the first person besides my teachers to notice how smart I was. Even my parents were pretty much clueless."

"Yeah, and then you were mauled by Peter. Is that really a night you want to remember?" Stiles felt weird. He never thought Lydia, especially back then, had taken notice to his attempts to show her how much he cared. Not many people noticed how much Stiles cared for them.

Lydia only smiled. "You made me feel like I was worth something Stiles. You ran after me when Peter came. I was pretty out of it but I heard you try to bargain your life for mine. You saved me that night, figuratively and literally. So yes, that is a night I want to remember even if I was attacked by Peter. Besides, if he hadn't attacked me then I might have missed the chance to have you so close to me." She tossed some hair over her shoulder. "Do you know why I parked right here?"

Looking around the parking lot again Stiles shrugged. "I don't tend to remember specific parking spots…"

Laughing slightly Lydia shook her head. "You told me I was beautiful when I cry, right here. You attempted to comfort me when I was at a new low. I was terrified that I was going insane. I had no idea what was happening and no one to talk to about any of it. It was one of the worst times of my life. And there you were again, knocking on my window."

"I'm sorry I never came back. I really wanted to."

"I know." Lydia reached over and took Stiles' hand. "You're always there for me Stiles, always believing in me. Maybe it isn't a fancy restaurant but I made up the gym. I wasn't sure if Malia would take you out to eat so there's not too much food but…" She looked up at Stiles. "I thought you deserved a dance with me, one where I wasn't thinking about someone else. You deserve the best Stiles. You're my rock. Allison…I lost my best friend, my first love left me, and the guy who I pulled me out of my Jackson rut and was willing to change for me…I love all of them. My parents divorced. Peter forced my banshee powers to flourish before I was ready and used me to resurrect him. But you've always been there, that one constant. You're that one person who's always truly cared about me." Her eyes started to tear up.

Stiles leaned in hesitantly to kiss her but was stopped with a well-manicured hand to his chest. "Lydia?"

She smiled sweetly. "Our first kiss won't be in some car. I'm not that cheap." She started to get out of the car.

"Wait," Stiles stumbled out of the car after her. "We've already had our first kiss. You kissed me to stop my panic attack, remember?"

Turning around, Lydia stopped in the middle of the parking lot. "That was a lifesaving maneuver, like CPR. It doesn't count." She grabbed the front of Stiles' shirt. "I didn't get the chance to take your breath away, I was trying to do the opposite." She gave a mischievous smile before pulling him forward and kissing him.

Eyebrows raised, Stiles was a little shocked before he melted into the kiss. The kiss was nothing like Malia's, he could almost not compare them. One wasn't better than the other, they were just different. And it was perfect in its own way. Lydia started the kiss, came in dominating, but after a second or two she let Stiles take control. His hands found her petite body and he leaned into the kiss. Her lips were amazingly soft, just like he always imagined, but they were also firm like she could easily take over or put an end to it if she wanted. And her mouth tasted like mint, because Lydia plans everything she does. And she was holding his hip with one hand and the back of his neck with the other like she was afraid to let him go.

But she did let go, and the marvelous kiss ended. "Yeah, compared to that, our other kiss definitely didn't count." Stiles panted out. "Totally worth the wait, by the way."

Lydia smiled and took his hand in hers. "Come on, we have a date to be on." She lead him into the school to the gym where one table with a few balloons and a stereo were set up. A few bowls of fruit were set on the table with two glasses of what looked like wine. "Eat or dance first?"

"If we sit down to eat, am I going to have to yell at you again to get up and dance with me?" Stiles let out a little sarcastically.

Shaking her head, Lydia lead him over to the table. "Never again." She smirked and went to sit as Stiles pulled out her seat. "I never had to pressure you into being a gentleman. It was one of the things that really got my attention."

"You didn't treat me different." Stiles mumbled over a strawberry.

"What?"

Swallowing, Stiles tried again. "You didn't treat me different. When they were trying to find the right ADHD medication for me by in third grade and I was kind of crazy, well crazier than usual, people used to treat me different. Some people would just roll their eyes and whisper about my new diagnosis or they were jerks about it. A lot of kids were jerks about it. Even Scott treated me a bit different for a while, like he was unsure what to do if I had a burst of energy. But you never did. You treated me exactly the same. And again, when my mom…" He cleared his throat. "You never once pitied me. I was in the hallway once trying to keep from having a panic attack after some kid I never talked to before came up and told me how sorry he was, and there you were. You came walking down the hallway, you stopped, barely looked at me, and made some little judgmental comment about how I needed to pull myself together and then you just walked away. People think I liked you for no reason but you treated me like I wanted to be treated. You made me feel…normal. You were worth crushing over for years."

Leaning over, Lydia placed a sort and sweet kiss on Stiles' lips. "I never thought you liked me for no reason." She smiled. "I mean, look at me." They two laughed and continued to just talk as they ate the fruit and sipped the wine. Then Lydia stood and held out her hand. "Stiles, get off that pretty little ass and dance with me." She tried to say it with a straight face but a smile broke out.

"What? No speech about how I'm going to win the Nobel Peace Price?" He joked as he took her hand and stood up.

Tisking and waving her finger a bit Lydia pulled him onto the court. "Fields medal, Stiles, fields medal." She smiled and wrapped her arms around him as he placed his hands on her hips. They danced in silence for a while, her hand lying on his shoulder, until Lydia looked up. "I lied." She looked right into Stiles' confused eyes. "At the auction, I lied." While he usually wasn't the type to stand on her toes for a guy, Lydia lifted herself up as she pulled Stiles' ear toward her lips and whispered.

Eyes wide Stiles lifted his head back up. "You know my name?" He couldn't believe this many people knew his name. "How…"

"I told you I noticed you before, I just didn't know you went by Stiles." She smirked. "Freshman year, you scored higher than me on the second test we took in Advanced Algebra. So, I got into the school's records to learn more about my competition." She shrugged her shoulders. "Your name was on your file. For a few seconds, when reading it, I wondered if it was some weird Latin word."

"You know Latin though."

She smiled. "I do now." Leaning in, she kissed him again and it was just as amazing as the kiss they shared in the parking lot. "I wouldn't ever get tired of that."

Stiles laughed. "I'm not your usual type."

Lydia pecked his lips. "I told you, my priorities have changed." She smiled as she continued to kiss him and they slowly turned in circles, still dancing. "I don't believe in what ifs or wishing for what could have been but…I wish I would have kept dancing with you that night." Lydia nuzzled into Stiles.

"Like you said, we might not have gotten the relationship we have now if things hadn't gone the way they did that night." Stiles kissed the top of Lydia's head. "But we're never, ever going to thank Peter though. We will never mention this conversation to him either." He laughed and Lydia smiled into his shoulder. "Thank you for dancing with me."

Lydia pulled her head up. "Thank you for not giving up on me."

Smirking Stiles gave her lips a peck. "The jeep isn't the only thing I'd never leave behind. I'd never give up on you and I'll always wait for you." He held her close, loving the feeling of her in his arms.

"If only you had had that panic attack in the hallway all those years ago, maybe I would have kissed you then and we could have…"

"No what ifs, remember?" Stiles laughed.

Lydia smiled. "You're beautiful Stiles, a truly beautiful person. I told you before, I've lost a lot. I can't lose you." She felt tears starting to form in her eyes. She huffed a small laugh. "I'd go out of my freaking mind." She thought back to the talk her and Stiles had in his room before they went to help save Jackson. No one had ever seemed so invested in her before. And now, she'd be the one who couldn't handle it if he died, if he was taken from her.

Stiles grabbed Lydia's shoulders, smiling only slightly. "And I told you before, I'd never give up on you. I'd never leave you. Haven't I proven that? No matter what happens, I'm here." He leaned down and initiated the most passionate kiss they had shared all night. And it was perfect for the two of them.

When Lydia finally took Stiles back to his house she grabbed his hand before he got out of her car. "You know, sometimes there's other things you wouldn't think would be a good combination end up turning out to be a perfect combination." She pulled out a Reese's. "You know, like two people together who nobody ever thought would be together ever." She smiled and leaned in to kiss him again.

Stiles took the Reese's as he smiled into the kiss. "Did you just quote me to me?" He asked, coming out of the kiss and opening the car door. He didn't think Lydia would remember that conversation, if she was even paying much attention during it.

Lydia smirked. "I'm full of surprises Stiles."

As she drove away, Stiles couldn't help but look down at the Reese's in his hand. "Perfect combination…" He smiled to himself before walking back into the house.

/Tada! I hope I did their history some justice. Only one more date left! And Derek is still in the lead from your votes! Thanks for reading, please review and have a great day!