Clinging to Scott's side as they walked through the fog covered forest; Stiles' paranoid emotions spilled out. "Scott! Come on! It's creepy out here! Why did you have to drop your backpack out here? And why can't you just find it tomorrow...you know, when it's daytime!" Scott sighed. "I don't have time tomorrow. Man up! I'm not gonna let any boogiemen get you." Scott punched Stiles chest as he joked around. Stiles rubbed his chest and scoffed. "I'm not scared. I'm just careful. How did you even lose your backpack out here anyways?" Scott reached down to pick up his backpack when Stiles started shaking his hands around to keep warm.

"If you would have answered your phone last night, then you would have known I fought off Jackson out here. I kicked ass."

"Ehh...I was playing a really cool video game."

"Cool. Did you take a shower after? Cause you smell like sweat." Scott paused and sniffed Stiles. "...and kind of like Derek." Stiles laughed awkwardly before he ran to his jeep. They both got into the jeep and sped down the road.

...

Stiles parked in front of Scott's house to drop him off.

"Stiles, take this back to your house and hide it somewhere safe." Stiles took what looked like a fang out of Scott's hand and began to question it. "Ew! What the hell is that? And why can't you keep it?" Stiles shivered with disgust.

"It's one of Jackson's fangs. I punched it out last night. And I can't keep it here because Derek could show up at any moment and find it. I'm gonna study it later so don't lose it!" Scott got out of Stiles' car and went into his house. Stiles couldn't tell Scott that Derek showed up at his house sometimes, so instead he said nothing.

Stiles drove away and continued driving until he stopped at an intersection. Stiles seemed to be the only one on the road. The street lights flickered and it freaked him out so he locked his doors. Stiles let out a loud scream as a dark figure landed on the hood of his car making a loud bang. Stiles saw it was Derek and began to calm down until he saw Erica to his left and Issac to his right. Erica began tapping her claws seductively on the glass before she ripped off the handle of the door and pulled Stiles out.

"Was that really necessary Erica? Who's gonna pay for that?"

Derek grabbed Stiles shirt tightly and held him down on the roof of his car. "Where's the fang?" Stiles widened his eyes at the realization that Derek knew.

"Uh...I'm not really supposed to give it to you." Stiles answer was cut short when Derek reached into Stiles' pants pocket and pulled out the fang. Derek gave Issac the fang and told both him and Erica to get back to base immediately.

With Derek now alone with Stiles, he smiled as he affectionately fiddled with Stiles' jacket collar.

"You know when I reached into your pocket to get that fang, it wasn't the only hard thing I felt."

Stiles laughed. "I blame you..."

Derek pulled Stiles closer to him by his jacket. "Good. Cause' if that didn't happen every time I held you down, I'd be concerned." Derek held Stiles' face and stroked it softly with his thumb. Stiles closed his eyes and nuzzled Derek's arm with his nose. Derek asked"You didn't tell anyone about us did you?" Stiles stood up and began to hug Derek while resting his chin on Derek's shoulder.

"No. I hate not being able to see you whenever I want though." They stayed silent for a moment until Derek began to speak. "I've gotta go before one of those idiots come looking for me." Derek bent over and pecked Stiles on the lips. He paused and went in for another kiss. He couldn't help himself and began getting really into it when he forced himself to stop. "Goodnight. Be safe, and if you tell anyone...you're dead." Derek ran off into the darkness.

Stiles laughed before he got into his jeep and drove home.

...

The next day, Stiles arrived at school and ran directly to Scott. "Finally it's Friday! Is Danny still throwing the party?" Scott shook his head no. "Danny got a D in one of his classes so his parents grounded him." Scott started to walk into school when Stiles grabbed his shoulder to stop him.

"You're lying! Danny is basically the smartest kid in this school. How could he get a D?"

Scott explained as they walked into school. "Ever since Danny and his boyfriend broke up, he hasn't been able to concentrate on school." Stiles opened up his locker and pulled out a candy bar. "So now I have nothing to do." Danny's ex walked by as Stiles yelled "Thank-You!" sarcastically down the hallway.

...

After school Scott and Stiles met up. "So what are you gonna do since Danny's party is cancelled?" Stiles looked to Scott for an answer. "I'm catching a movie with Allison. Her parents think shes going to the movies with Lydia, but I'll sneak in." Stiles shook his head. "Well that's just great." Scott patted Stiles on the back and asked "How about you?" Stiles threw his hands into the air and yelled "I'm gonna get drunk! Then maybe I'll just believe I'm at an awesome party." Stiles got into his jeep and drove back to his house.

...

About one hour after the sun finished setting, Stiles turned on some music, opened up a pack of beer and started to drink. After he had finished one can and half of another one, someone knocked on his window. Stiles noticed it was Derek so he opened it. "Derek!" He helped Derek get through the window then shut it. "Welcome to my party!" Stiles took Derek by the hand and attempted to get him to dance. "Dance with me." Stiles set down the can of beer he held in his hand.

"I don't dance." whispered Derek as he sat on Stiles' bed and laid down to stare at the ceiling. "My room, my rules! Now get off your sexy werewolf ass and dance with me!" Derek sat up and smiled. He stood up and began to slow dance with Stiles.

"See. It's fun, and you're not bad at it." Stiles moved in closer to Derek. "How are we going to keep this up? We've been doing this whole secret meet thing for the past month. When can we tell people about us?" Stiles looked into Derek's eyes as he made sure his words stuck.

"I thought you were fine with this." Derek raised his voice and pulled away from Stiles to sit back down on the bed. Stiles sat next to him.

"I am...or I was. I don't know. I just don't like having to hide my feelings for you in front of people. I mean, when are you going to man up and tell your pack?" Stiles knew just as the last words left his mouth that he was being selfish towards Derek's feelings on coming out.

Derek stood up and walked over to the window.

"Derek! I'm sorry. That was way out of line and I was being selfish. If you're not comfortable with coming out, I'll wait. It's fine with me, as long as I have you." Stiles walked over behind Derek and put his arms around his waist.

Derek turned around to face Stiles. "You're right. I shouldn't care what people think." Derek leaned down to press his nose to Stiles' nose. "That isn't the only reason though. I don't want you in the line of fire. When people find out that I care about you, they'll go after you." Stiles nodded his head telling Derek he understood. "But you'll protect me." Derek's eyes filled with sadness.

"I can't all the time. And I don't want to live through the moment where I couldn't save you."

Stiles attempted to comfort Derek by holding his face before saying"It's worth the risk." Derek grabbed both of Stiles' wrists and slowly lowered them as he kissed him. Within seconds, a simple kiss turned into a full on make out session. Derek lifted Stiles up and laid him down gently onto the bed all while keeping their mouths connected.

"Is that another one of Jackson's fangs in your pocket?" Derek joked around as he took off Stiles' shirt. Derek then took off his own shirt and continued to kiss Stiles.

"For a werewolf, you're really gentle and sweet." Stiles spoke quietly.

Derek paused to look into Stiles' brown eyes. "We're not going all the way tonight because I know you're not ready." Stiles smiled as he played with Derek's hair. "How would you know that?"

"I can feel it." Derek whispered into Stiles' ear as he started to kiss him even more.

While being too caught up with kissing Stiles, Derek failed to sense peeping eyes looking in through Stiles' window.

These eyes belonged to Scott.