Sterek(oneshots)

Lead the way

Why Lydia picked him to be her dance partner, Stiles would never know. He was so clumsy his dad used to tell him he was born with two left feet. Lydia insisted he would be good at it. Stiles was sure it was simply because no one else would do it. Lydia was competitive and good at everything. No one wanted to listen to her fuss because they weren't doing the moves right. Their first dance class had been tap. Stiles was terrible. Second was ballet, Stiles was surprised at how difficult it was, but also he picked it up quickly. Now Lydia had her heart set on learning ballroom. The rumba specifically. So here he was, standing in a large ballroom with light wood floors and string lights draped from the ceiling. The teacher was far less intimidating than the ballet teacher had been. He still had nightmares about that ruler she would use to swat his leg when his form was wrong. This teacher wore black trousers with a black button-down that he was sure didn't utilize a single button. His shoes were as sleek as the rest of him.

"Hello and welcome to Rumba class. I am your teacher, Rafael Perez. You may call me Rafael." He smiled, his eyes casting across the lineup of couples. He paused on Stiles and gave him a quick once over. Stiles shifted anxiously under the other man's gaze. He wondered what judgmental thoughts were going through his head.

"You'll be fine. Your hips are meant for this kind of dance." Lydia elbowed his ribs. He'd begged her to pick something easier, but she'd insisted that if they could survive ballet, then they could do this. Stiles had his doubts.

Rafael began directing couples to different parts of the floor. When he got to Stiles and Lydia, his hand found the small of Stiles' back, leading them to their spot.

"Alright, this first part will be simple. We're only going to be doing hand placement." Rafael pulled his assistant, a young blonde who looked like she would rather be anywhere but there. Stiles went to follow his demonstration when he noticed Lydia's eyes looking past him.

"What's wrong?" Stiles glanced over his shoulder to see what was so important.

"Cora Hale," Lydia breathed out. Her eyes were damn near heart-shaped.

"The girl you got paired with that one time I was sick in ballet?"

She nodded, her eyes tracking the girl. Stiles had never met the elusive dance partner. She wasn't part of the ballet class, but Lydia said she danced like she'd been doing it forever. The teacher had pulled her in for the day.

"She's part of this class," Lydia said, pursing her lips. Stiles almost groaned. He knew that look. She got it when an idea was percolating.

"Looks like she already has a dance partner. A very, very beautiful dance partner." Stiles did a double take at the greek god standing next to Cora.

"Do you think it's her boyfriend?" Lydia pouted.

"God, I hope not," Stiles sighed wistfully.

Rafael stepped up, forcing them to pay attention to his instructions.

Stiles managed to keep his attention on Rafael the rest of class. Lydia, however, was too busy watching Cora.

"Come with me," Lydia said, tugging Stiles toward Cora and her partner at the end of class.

"What? Why? What are you going to say?" Stiles hissed as he trudged along behind her.

"Cora Hale?" Lydia asked, as if she had just noticed the girl and wasn't ogling at her the entire class.

The brunette turned, the skirt of her black dress flitted around her. She cocked her head, her eyes raking over Lydia. "Martin, right?"

"Lydia." She smiled.