Derek stood off to the side of the party, watching his classmates dancing in his yard. To be honest most of them just looked like they were dry humping. Derek didn't really understand dancing; sometimes it seemed to be very elegant, twirls and dips spinning around in fancy clothes, while other times it was… exactly what he was looking at now.

Frankly the elegance and twirling seemed completely pointless to Derek, and if he wanted to dry hump he didn't see why he needed music. No, Derek didn't care for dancing, but that's not why he was standing off by himself.

Derek was waiting for Stiles, who was supposed to have been there over and hour ago. Derek had been standing in the same place waiting for Stiles to show up since about eight o'clock. Initially a few people had tried to approach him; girls who thought that they could straighten him out, or boys who thought they finally had a chance with Derek now that he was clearly attracted to a guy. He sent them on their way with a glare and a snarl.

"Derek, relax." A firm voice came from behind him, "If he shows up and you're glaring around at everything like that he's just going to turn around and leave."

Derek turned back to face his mother, as she approached him quietly enough that he hadn't heard her despite his powerful senses.

"He was supposed to be here at 9," he whines, "What if he doesn't come?"

His mother snorted at him and rolled her eyes, "What did Laura say? He's going to come; no freshman in their right mind would miss a senior part if they were actually invited."

Derek gave a quiet noncommittal grunt, and nodded absently, his eyes already scanning the crowd for Stiles. His mother snorted turning to walk away and make sure nothing overly dangerous happened. She was always reluctant to let Laura throw parties, but the girl and insisted.

Derek didn't even notice his mother walking away; he'd caught the slightest bit of Stiles scent from across the crowd of his dancing classmates. With a wide grin spreading across his face he made his way across the crowd eyes scanning quickly for Stiles.

His smile widened when he saw Stiles standing near the edge of the party with his eyes wide, and a grin plastered on his face. That smile faltered when he noticed Andrew standing close to Stiles with a winning smile. Then that smile turned into a snarl of jealous rage as he sprinted forward towards Stiles, desperate to get to him, desperate to get Stiles away from the man who had his lips pressed to Stiles mouth, his tongue shoved down his throat.

Andrew was claiming his mate, and Derek could not let that happen.

Stiles POV:

Stiles sat in the passenger seat of Lydia's car, Lydia had refused to let him drive his jeep, and nervously contemplated what he was about to do. He was about to walk into a party full of all the most popular coolest people in the school, not to mention the guy who'd licked his ass in the locker room in front of the entire lacrosse team. So… yea… not exactly the right place for Stiles.

He was here with Lydia though and there was no way she'd ever let him leave without going in; maybe he could get in and out without running into Derek. At least then he could avoid some of the awkwardness. Stiles may have finally accepted that he was attracted to Derek, but he still didn't think he was ready for… well he wasn't really sure what would happen with Derek. He understood gay sex in principle, but he didn't really understand the mechanics. Plus he wasn't really sure Derek would really want anything like that. As far as he knew Derek hadn't ever done anything with a guy before, or with anyone. To be fair though he didn't really know Derek; for all he knew Derek had been fucking anything that moved since he could get it up.

Trying to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach that that image evoked, he got out of the car looking guiltily over at Lydia who'd been waiting outside the car for him, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Jesus Stiles, it's about time, I thought you were going to sit in the car all fucking night."

"Sorry Lydia , I'm just really nervous, I've never really been to this kind of thing before, and Derek's going to be there and I'm not really sure how to act around him. What if he just completely ignores me, or if he like wants to have sex or something? How am I supposed to deal with something like that?"

Lydia rolled her eyes at him in exasperation, then sighed quietly leaning forward to grab Stiles chin and look him straight in the eyes, "Stiles, you're going to be fine, you look great and you're going to go out and have a great time. As for Derek, he's not going to ignore you, he seems to really like you for some reason, and if he wants to have sex and you're not ready? Tell him to back off; you don't have to do anything you aren't ready for. Ok Stiles?" Stiles nodded slowly, "Good let's go."

"Thanks Lydia," Stiles muttered.

Lydia just shrugged uncomfortably, then turned and made her way into the crowd. Stiles followed after her, glancing nervously at the mass of teenagers in front of him.

Stiles was hovering around the edges of the party a few people had come over to say hi to introduce themselves and he'd even had short conversations with a few of the ones who were relatively sober. He'd been there for about ten minutes when it happened. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned around to face the good looking boy standing behind him.

"Hi you're Stiles right? I'm Andrew."

Stiles smiled back at him uncertainly, "Hi, it's nice to meet you."

"So you're the guy who finally caught Derek Hale's attention?"

Stiles starred at him with his mouth hanging open for a few seconds processing what he'd just heard. After a few moments he managed to stutter out, "Uh… y-yeah, I guess so… Why?"

"Well…" Andrew said leaning in and gently stroking Stiles cheek with the knuckles of his right hand, "I guess I can see why your caught his attention. You're cute, nice ass… great lips…" Andrew ran his thumb over Stiles lips as he trailed off.

Alarms started going off in Stiles head and he opened his mouth to protest, but his protest was cut off by Andrews lips slamming against his and Andrew's tongue was shove unceremoniously down his throat.

Stiles struggled to break away from the kiss, pushing against Andrew's chest, and trying to pull his mouth away, but the older boy was too strong. Stiles heard an angry sound almost a roar from near the house, but he was too focused on trying to escape Andrew to pay it any mind.

Suddenly Andrew was ripped away from him and thrown into the crowd of the party. Then Derek was there, standing with his back to Stile's separating him from the rest of the guests, and growling, vicious snarls ripping their way out of his chest.

Everyone had turned to watch them, staring at Derek as he completely lost it in front of about 100 innocent bystanders. Just as it looked like Derek was about to kill somebody his mother's voice boomed from on the front porch, reinforced by an underlying note of command, "Derek! Take him and Go!"

So Derek threw Stiles over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. Then he did exactly what his mother told him to. He took Stiles, and he went.

A/N: I sincerely apologize for the ridiculous wait, and for how short this chapter is… I'll try to get on a more regular update schedule and hopefully won't keep you waiting for so long again. I especially apologize to those of you who I told I would be updating about a month ago…

To the anonymous reviewer who left the angry review about Stiles being gay: I would actually argue that Stiles is straight, and will remain so until the writers of Teen Wolf decide to make him otherwise. I have just appropriated the character, and will make his sexual orientation whatever I deem necessary for this story. Also yes gay people pretend to love women sometimes in order to hide, I've done this, but gay men also sometimes mistake themselves for being bisexual, I've also done this, especially when the man is first starting to come to the realization that "holy shit I might be gay!" It can be a kind of shocking moment, and can certainly lead to all sorts of confusion. Remember Stiles has spent his entire life thinking that he is heterosexual and in love with Lydia, he wouldn't just suddenly think, "well I'm gay" no matter how attracted to Derek he is. As for the rimming in the locker room incident you're probably right it is unrealistic and if I ever write another similar scene I'll be sure the perpetrator is forced to deal with appropriate consequences. Thank you for your review.