[ The thing about Christmas as a teacher is that somehow, you will end up getting invited to someone's dinner. Stiles is especially victim to this, because he's not only a kindergarten teacher, but skinny, young, and male. He's been constantly told to eat more throughout the year, and the kids who leave him presents are often accompanied with bags of cookies or trays of casserole or something from their parents, too.
Making friends with Derek is like the final linchpin in their plan to get him involved in their plans. The kid's parents are always open and inviting him to things, but it's weird to go see his student's parents in casual settings, and so he always has some kind of excuse or reason not to go. Derek--Derek is friends with most of them. It seems like it's because he's just soft, or because he really likes helping people, but they love him, and impressing them is just as terrifying as impressing them on parent teacher conference day. He's been teaching for two years now, and he's starting to slowly get his feet under him, but it doesn't change the fact that these women are terrifying, whether in the case of kids or...of love, really.
He's admitted that much to Scott. To Allison, drunk and laying on the floor and bemoaning his life, that he's absolutely in love with the stupid video blogger who he stalked one night, the guy that ended up by some serendipity living just down the road, who Stiles has been hanging out with nearly nonstop for a year. He's been stupidly in love with him for at least two thirds of that time period. They go out together at least once a week, and Stiles is at his place every day after work, even if it's just for what he's called "after school snacks", jokingly. After resolutely declaring this his "ten year plan, part two", Stiles has spent most of the year pining and pretty much gave up on anything actually happening anytime soon.
Maybe he'll just have to make that first move--it's just a matter of when.
Standing in his apartment and trying to decide what to wear is a nightmare. It ends up being Scott who makes the suggestion, from where he's sprawled on the couch--"just wear that thing you wear to the conferences."
Scott is a genius. Stiles loves him.
So it's not nice, or anything--a button up, a tie that actually matches, and a soft gray sweater Lydia had gotten him for Christmas a couple of years back. He wears it for every teacher conference ever, and if he's trying to handle this like a teacher conference, he's going to handle it that way.
So he fluffs his hand through his hair in the mirror. Stares at himself for a second. Stiles' cheeks turn pink and he ruffles his hair again, trying to fix it, but before he can fuss over it, the doorbell goes off. He squawks and stumbles out of the bathroom, leaping over something in the middle of the hallway and stumbles to the door, grabbing one of his converses and jumping to tie it before he can get to the door.
By the time he answers, he's almost breathless, and when he gets a look at Derek--Derek who is wearing a sweater and his hair looks soft and perfect and he trimmed his beard, oh my god--and Stiles' stomach swoops as he feels his cheeks color a little more. ] ...Hi.
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Making friends with Derek is like the final linchpin in their plan to get him involved in their plans. The kid's parents are always open and inviting him to things, but it's weird to go see his student's parents in casual settings, and so he always has some kind of excuse or reason not to go. Derek--Derek is friends with most of them. It seems like it's because he's just soft, or because he really likes helping people, but they love him, and impressing them is just as terrifying as impressing them on parent teacher conference day. He's been teaching for two years now, and he's starting to slowly get his feet under him, but it doesn't change the fact that these women are terrifying, whether in the case of kids or...of love, really.
He's admitted that much to Scott. To Allison, drunk and laying on the floor and bemoaning his life, that he's absolutely in love with the stupid video blogger who he stalked one night, the guy that ended up by some serendipity living just down the road, who Stiles has been hanging out with nearly nonstop for a year. He's been stupidly in love with him for at least two thirds of that time period. They go out together at least once a week, and Stiles is at his place every day after work, even if it's just for what he's called "after school snacks", jokingly. After resolutely declaring this his "ten year plan, part two", Stiles has spent most of the year pining and pretty much gave up on anything actually happening anytime soon.
Maybe he'll just have to make that first move--it's just a matter of when.
Standing in his apartment and trying to decide what to wear is a nightmare. It ends up being Scott who makes the suggestion, from where he's sprawled on the couch--"just wear that thing you wear to the conferences."
Scott is a genius. Stiles loves him.
So it's not nice, or anything--a button up, a tie that actually matches, and a soft gray sweater Lydia had gotten him for Christmas a couple of years back. He wears it for every teacher conference ever, and if he's trying to handle this like a teacher conference, he's going to handle it that way.
So he fluffs his hand through his hair in the mirror. Stares at himself for a second. Stiles' cheeks turn pink and he ruffles his hair again, trying to fix it, but before he can fuss over it, the doorbell goes off. He squawks and stumbles out of the bathroom, leaping over something in the middle of the hallway and stumbles to the door, grabbing one of his converses and jumping to tie it before he can get to the door.
By the time he answers, he's almost breathless, and when he gets a look at Derek--Derek who is wearing a sweater and his hair looks soft and perfect and he trimmed his beard, oh my god--and Stiles' stomach swoops as he feels his cheeks color a little more. ] ...Hi.