disclaimer: as always, I do not own this show, (teen wolf), or Roar, or anything else you may recognize.

Warnings: Slash.

Pairing: Sterek.

Notes: Slightly OOC. AU: After 3A. Nothing in the 3B world exists. One shot

Stiles was alone on New Year's Eve. Ethan and Danny were celebrating together while the rest of the pack was off in attempt to keep a rival pack from coming to Beacon Hills. Derek was- well, he hadn't seen Derek in a few months. His dad was on the job, so he was sprawled out on the couch flipping through countless New Year's celebrations. It was so very depressingly boring that he grabbed his fake i.d. and hit the streets. The wind and the snow whipped across his cheeks. It was below zero. Walking for more than a few blocks was out of the question. Music floated into the streets from a dingy, little bar.

Better than being home alone. Stiles thought as he made his way inside. Once there he realized it was a gay bar, but he didn't turn and leave. He took a seat and scanned the room. Damn. Stiles had never realized how sexy guys could be before.

"Compliments of the gentleman in the dark green shirt." he was caught off guard as a bartender placed a glass of champagne in front of him and pointed. Stiles looked at the booth he was pointing at, and after years of wondering, his one burning question was answered. He was attractive to gay guys. He waved at the smiling man. The champagne was the sweetest Stiles had ever tasted. Before long, he'd chugged down two glasses... and then three. Okay, maybe four or five.

Roar was blaring from a set of speakers. Stiles thought this would be a perfect time to show off his singing ability.

'I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath,
scared to rock the boat and make a mess'

"You sing amazing! I bet you dance just as good," A man with jet black hair and chocolate brown eyes said to him.

"I bet that you're right," he slurred an started to walk out to the dance floor with his hand in the stranger's.

"He's not dancing with you," a familiar deep voice boomed from behind Stiles. Like a kid on Christmas morning, Stile spun around with so much joy. He wrapped the wolf in a big and nearly screamed from happiness. "I missed you, sourwolf." By this time the teen had completely forgotten about his former potential dance partner.

"I missed you, too," Derek gently placed a kiss on Stile's forehead. He backed away for a second before squeezing Stile's hand as tightly as he could.

"Ahh! Ahh! Hey, okay man. Stop! Break my hand, why don't you?" A now sober Stiles cried out. "Oh, wait. Wow! Does that work the same you guys taking pain away?" He was met with a simple nod. An awkward silence settled over the two as realization sank in for both them. They were both at a gay bar, which meant- well to say the least, it was a mystery of which was more shocked to find out such a big secret about their friend.

"Um, I know it's lame, but do you want to go to my place to watch the ball drop? It's kind of loud in here." Stiles yelled out over the music, which had now increased in volume with a new song. A rush of courage jolted through him, and he placed his hand in Derek's. It was a shock to the system when the handsome wolf didn't immediately deck him. Hand in hand, they made their way out to Derek's motorcycle.

"10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2.." Stiles jumped up and chanted as the ball started dropping.

"1." Derek chimed in before placing a passionate kiss on his lips.

Needless to say, that was the best New Year's Eve kiss either of them had ever experienced.

Fin.