This and the last chapter didn't have Stiles/Derek in person (or wolf), but don't worry, they will be together soon enough.

When Scott arrived at Stiles' house, it was late, but he'd needed time to get together what he was going to say. He walked up to the Stilinski household, knocking on the front door before just walking in, announcing himself so he wouldn't get shot, even though he knew he'd be fine now. He waved at Sheriff Stilinski and headed up the stairs, knocking a few times on a bedroom door, letting Stiles have the option of opening the door. His palms were sweaty, and he felt so nervous. How are you supposed to tell your best friend that you know he's gay? He gasped a bit when Stiles appeared in the now open doorway, smiling at him, but also feeling a bit insecure when Scott took a quick step forward.

"Hey, man. It's kinda late for you to be coming in from the front door, isn't it?" Stiles joked, letting him in and the closing the door.

"I thought it'd be easier this way." Scott told him seriously, making the sheriff's son turn and look up at him, instantly concerned.

"What is it?" The quirky teen asked, mind filling with all the things Scott would be telling him, "Is someone dead? Is it Derek?"

"You like Derek, don't you?" The Co-Captain tried, wishfully thinking that maybe Stiles would just tell him, pour it all out so nothing would be between them anymore.

"I... No, you know I hate him. Why would you ask me that?" The human teen got defensive. Could he tell that he was lying to him? Yes. Did he hate that he was lying to his best friend? Yes, more than anything.

Scott sighed at the fluttering heartbeat, and was ready to beg Stiles to tell him the truth, to tell him anything and everything. His body acted before his mind, and he had engulfed his best friend in a tight hug, the other teen not knowing what to do.

"Scott, what's up with you, dude?" He asked, trying to pull out of the embrace, the other not letting him.

"Tell me the truth, Stiles. Just tell me the truth. Please," The wolf begged in a soft voice, "I'll still love you, you're my best friend. No matter what."

Anxiety shot through him, and he was scared to tell him, just to get the words out and be labeled, though of as that every time he offered hugs or rides in his Jeep, or when he asked to talk on the phone when they were both laying in bed at night. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, finding it was shaky.

"I'm sorry, Scott. I didn't want to be treated differently." He muttered, dropping his arms as if Scott would want to push him away. He didn't.

"Do you really think I'd treat you differently? I mean," The tan skinned teen pulled away from his friend, keeping his hands on his shoulders to show he wasn't going to push him away, or that he didn't want to remain in contact, "Sure, I'd adapt to what you needed and what I'd say, but I'd still treat you like Stiles. I'd still come over and talk to you, listen to you ramble, bum yet another ride from you, joke around with you, pull pranks. I just wish you'd talk to me again, man."

"I thought you wouldn't want to be my friend anymore." Stiles whispered, staring at his socks, one foot over the other out of habit, taking in Scott's words slowly.

"You're my best friend, Stiles. You're going to stay my best friend. Got it? Now... J-Just say it, you'll feel better." Scott requested, needing to know that him and Stiles were really on the same page.

"I'm not gay, Scott. I-I still like girls... Lydia," The quirky teen made sure he wanted he got that across, "But... I like guys, too. I don't know a lot about, so please don't ask me questions. I won't have the answers."

The young wolf nodded, seeing the small trace of a smile come to his friend's lips, chuckling softly to let him know it was okay, "Feels good to say it, doesn't it?"

"Yeah." Stiles laughed softly, looking up at his best friend, reaching up and giving a semi-gentle slap to the face.

"What was that for?"

"For coming onto me yesterday."

"Hey, Danny... Can I talk to you?" Stiles jogged up to him in the hallway, walking a bit faster to keep up with the taller teen's strides, avoiding other people as well as he could.

"No." Was his answer, readjusting his backpack on his shoulder, obviously not wanting to talk to him right now.

"Please?"

That made Danny stop. Stiles never said please, he'd usually just ask the questions and expect an answer. He looked down at him, and shrugged, "What is it?"

The younger teen lowered his voice, "What kind of stuff did you deal with after you came out to your parents?"

The upper classman gave him a look, "Why do you want to know?"

"Please, just tell me." Stiles urged, desperate to know something about this, and how he should tell his dad before he gets a boyfriend and gives his father a heart attack.

"...Are you gay?" Danny asked him, leaning down to hear his hushed voice better, watching the kid shush him and look around.

"N-No, well... Sort of. Yeah, I don't know." He stuttered, thinking a moment before huffing and wrapping a hand around the other's wrist, pulling him into the boys locker room and frantically checking to make sure they were alone.

"Stiles," The lacrosse goalie watched him check in lockers, "I think we're alone."

"If you say so."

Danny walked over and sat on a bench, letting his backpack slip off his shoulder, beckoning Stiles to come and sit with him. After a moment, he did, looking nervous. He knew that look, he'd worn it himself before. He reached out and set a hand on the kid's knee.

"My parents took a few days before they told me they accepted it, and things were awkward for a few weeks, but then I realized I could be myself around them, and I broke the tension." Danny told him, watching him relax.

"Why'd it take them a few days? How did you break the tension?" Stiles asked, taking a deep breath.

"To get over the initial 'holy fuck, my child is gay' thing. And I broke the tension by asking if my dad was going to take me to work on a car."

That made the younger teen chuckle a bit, and he nodded, "Okay, I get it."

"When are you gonna tell your dad?" Danny asked, soft smile on his lips, thinking about what kind of person Sheriff Stilinski was, and remembering how he acted so good to his son when he'd saw them. Stiles was going to have no problems with this... Well, he hoped.

"Soon. It's been getting too much to hold it in. I told Scott, though. I was worried because he's always busy with the were... W-Wearing all that sleep deprivation on his face, you know? Stress, and stuff." He saved himself there, and Danny seemed to believe him, patting his knee before getting up.

"Well, if you need any help, just call me. And it'll be nice to have another gay- Well, half gay kid in the school." He said, throwing his backpack over his shoulder again.

Stiles stood and didn't ask permission before hugging the older lacrosse player tightly, mumbling "thank you" into his shirt. Danny stood there a moment before returning the hug, rubbing the other's back, letting go when he pulled away. The kid gave him a smile before running off, feeling better that he knew a possibility to how his father might react.