Stiles came through the front door of his home, throwing his keys down on the kitchen table and sighing, wishing he'd let Mrs. McCall give him those pain killers, regretting it as soon as the cold air hit him outside the hospital and while he drove home trying not to put too much pressure on his hand. He was getting used to driving at night, but still, he liked to have both hands on the wheel at that hour. He walked over to the fridge, opening it and peering in, not even hearing the footsteps approaching.

"Stiles."

He jumped, half closing the fridge to look up at the person who startled him, "Yeah, Dad?"

"You okay? ...What's wrong with your hand?" He noticed, of course he did. He was concerned for his son, he hadn't even seen him all day.

"I-I fell. Shard of glass stabbed me when I fell. Scott's mom fixed me up, though." The teen explained, trying to hide all the emotions of the day, even though he was failing. He was stressed, and a bit heartbroken. Sheriff Stilinski noticed that, too. He stepped closer, taking two beers from the fridge and moving to sit down at the table, beckoning his son to do the same, opening one of the drinks. Stiles sat down across from him, tapping his fingers on the wooden table.

"So, what is it?" He coaxed, taking a sip of his drink.

"Can I honestly tell you? W-Will you promise to take a few days to think it over before hating me?" Stiles blurted, emotions rising again. This isn't exactly how he wanted to start his "coming out" speech, so to speak. Was it even a coming out speech, or was it just a warning to his father?

"Stiles, it-"

"Please, Dad."

"Okay, okay," He sighed, starting to brace himself for whatever was coming. Did he get someone pregnant? Did he find someone dead? Was he dropping out of high school? He fidgeted with the bottle opening in his hand, "You know I love you, son. I can't hate you even if I wanted to. Which I don't."

That diffused the tension in Stiles' shoulders a notch, "Thanks."

He nodded, "Now tell me."

"Well," Stiles started, trying to word it right, "There might be a time... in the future... where... God, I can't do this."

Sheriff Stilinski watched his son put his head onto the table and groan, nails digging into his scalp. He was really having a tough time with this. He opened the other beer and slid it across the table, letting it bump his son's head. The teen made a small noise and looked up at the bottle, then to his father.

"Talk to me." He requested, ready for what his only child was about to tell him.

"Well..." He wrapped his ungauzed hand around the bottle, "In the future, I may, i-if I find someone..."

Silence.

"I-I might bring home... someone of, the male gender. A-As a date or... whatever." He mumbled out the last part, sitting up and taking a sip of the bitter alcohol, used to it from the times his father let him drink (and the other times he didn't), feeling his stomach flip when he looked up at him.

"Well, alright," Sheriff Stilinski said, relieved and shrugging, "I thought you were going to say you dropped out of school or found someone dead. You're gay."

"I'm not. Gay, I mean, but I'm not leaving school, either," He corrected, "I might bring home a girl... If I find one that actually likes me like that. I just... It goes both ways and I don't know a lot about it yet but that's all I got right now."

His father nodded, "Okay... I think I'll take those days you were talking about to get used to that, but know I still love you. Good talk, son."

He nodded, and his dad got up, giving him a kiss to the top of the head before walking into the living room, no doubt to watch some tv and do paperwork. Stiles sighed in relief and took a celebratory swig from his drink before heading up to his room without it. He plopped down onto his bed when he got there and raised his hips, taking out his cell phone and dialing Danny's number, setting it to his ear after.

"Hello?" He heard Danny's voice on the other line after three rings, sounding sort of hushed with others mumbling in the background.

"Hey, it's me. I just wanted to tell you that I told my dad, and he's cool with it. Although he's taking a few days to let it sink it, it went alright." Stiles told him, hearing the amused chuckle.

"That's awesome. I knew you wouldn't have problems with it. I'm happy for you. Does it feel any better to get it out?" The older lacrosse player asked, and the other heard the phone shift, like he was moving, then a blow of wind.

"It feels good. Thank you, Danny... Hey, um, are you busy or something? You sound busy."

"I'm just at my parents' business banquet, well, outside it now. There's a bunch of people inside, all dressed up and stuff. I'm glad you called, I needed a legit reason to go get some air." Danny confirmed, Stiles remembering that the other's parents were both doctors, and he could never pronounce their last name.

"Oh, well aren't I awesome?" He chuckled, "We can text if you need to go back in."

"Yeah, my mom gets high strong about me making good impressions, and I can't if I'm not in there. I'll text you as soon as I can." Stiles heard the wind stop, and he amused he'd gone back inside.

"Okay, I'll talk to you then." He said, waiting for Danny's goodbye before hanging up, setting his phone on his stomach after. He wished he had his backpack, he could be doing research for Scott, but Derek would probably be correcting him with something better. Stupid Derek Hale and his know-it-all perfectness. He hated Derek, but he loved him. He wanted him, but Derek was a jackass, making him trust him like that. How could he even turn into a dog, anyway?

There was a soft thump on his window, and Stiles looked up, seeing the flash of a sharp silver object before he staggered off his bed, reaching for whatever he could find under his bed. He grabbed a can and popped off the top; maybe if he did something ridiculous like get silly string all over whoever was coming in, they'd not know what do to and leave. It was farfetched. The lock on his window came open, and he got to his knees. The person opened the window, and climbed in, and Stiles didn't think that it could be Scott; he didn't think of anything, really, as he stood and sprayed the can. Pepper spray came out instead of silly spray, and Derek yelled when it got into his eyes. The younger teen immediately stopped, looking with wide eyes at the wolf in pain, then at the can before throwing it aside and helping him to the bathroom, apologizing profusely. He sat him down, then grabbed a cloth and wet it, squeezing it out and setting it to the older teen's eyes, listening to him groan and noticing his bandages gone but not the cuts, and the green band still on his wrist. Why hadn't he taken it off yet? Derek let Stiles clean off his face, the kid's backpack sliding off his shoulder and onto the floor next to him, tilting his head up when there was a finger under his chin.

"I'm sorry, Derek." He mumbled, dabbing and gently wiping at his eyes, feeling horrible when he groaned again in pain.

"I didn't know you hated me that much. I'm sorry." Derek told him, reaching up and wrapping his hand around the kid's wrist, pulling the cloth away and finally letting himself heal.

"I-I don't hate you... that much." Stiles replied, setting the cloth back on his face for something to do, letting himself get close, fingers on his free and bandaged hand touching the other's face as a guilty pleasure. There were few times when he'd gotten to touch the wolf's face.

"You don't?" Derek asked even thought he could hear the truth in his heartbeat, his own heartbeat thumping fast in his chest, skin feeling hot under the younger teen's touch.

"I-I... What are you doing here, anyway?" He could feel the wolf's breath on his face, and he leaned in closer, softly wiping under his eyes and the apples of his cheeks, other hand's fingertips at his jaw, almost cupping the side of his face in his hand.

"To say I was sorry. And I brought your backpack."

"You... and you brought my... Thank you."

"I didn't say I was sorry yet."

"Then do it."

Derek reached up and gently gripped the front of Stiles' over shirt, looking over his eyes slowly, knowing exactly what he wanted; what they both wanted. He leaned in, feeling his and the kid's heartbeat increase almost dramatically as their noses touched, lips less than an inch away. The shrill of Stiles' phone going off made the younger teen jump and move away, cloth dropping to go pick the phone up. He was so close, that better had been a text from someone important or he was going to be pissed. Derek watched with an unhappy expression as the kid grabbed his phone off the floor, a hint of amusement flooding his system as the other sat on the floor with his knees to his chest like a small child engulfed in a video game or drawing something. He watched him send something back with a small smile on those amazing full lips, and Derek found himself getting up and grabbing the backpack, going to sit on the floor next to him. Stiles kept his eyes locked on the screen of his phone, but his heartbeat gave him away when the wolf settled in next to him. Danny had texted him, saying that he was bored and that he'd rather be at home in sweats eating mac 'n cheese, even though his parents wouldn't approve of it. They needed him to be "social gay butterfly". Stiles had texted back laughing, and saying that his night was sort of going better than his.

"So... Maybe I should go if you're going to talk to someone else." The older teen mumbled, making the other teen look up at him. He could tell that Stiles didn't want him to go, but there was something else there, too.

"Maybe you should. T-Thank you for bringing my backpack back to me." He said, holding is ground. He couldn't just let Derek stay after he totally betrayed him, made up some fake identity... which wasn't really fake, but it was... He didn't know everything yet. The other teen nodded and went to get up, but not before getting close and placing a kiss to his cheek, making his whole body tingle and his skin feel hot. A smile smirk played on Derek's lips as he got up.

"When you're done hating me, and demand a reason for what I've done, you know I'll be listening. Just leave me a note and I'll come to you."

There was a small clatter of his window closing, then an almost silent thump outside. He listened hard to try and hear Derek running away from the house, but heard nothing. Werewolves by birth, easy on their feet when they choose to be. His phone beeped again.

Danny (Mobile)
Really now? And how is that? Did you have some hottie come over?

Stiles (Mobile)
He came in through my window.

Danny (Mobile)
"He"? Well, aren't you getting adjusted quickly? You want me to let you go so you can "talk" with him?

Stiles (Mobile)
He's been the one I've had my eyes on, and he knows it now. And no, he's already gone. He almost kissed me, and I was nervous, so he kissed me on the cheek and left.

Danny (Mobile)
Well, then... Come on, tell me who he is. Spill.

Stiles (Mobile)
You don't know him, dude.

Danny (Mobile)
Just tell me.

Stiles (Mobile)
... I have to go to bed... Bye, Danny.

Danny (Mobile)
Fine. Go beat off to your secret boyfriend. I'll get the answer out of you, just wait and see.

Stiles (Mobile)
GOODNIGHT DANNY.