Blind Love - Blind Stiles - Sterek

Rescue!

They ate breakfast with small talk and a slight tension in the air. Stiles couldn't help but blush every time he remembered the feeling of sitting on Derek's lap. It had been a accident but the second his cheeks set down he felt something that nearly had his mouth watering.

No. Don't thing of that. Derek is way out of your league. He wouldn't want to fool around with a blind guy. And if he did it would probably be out of pity.

Stiles was about to start cleaning up when he felt someone take his plate from him. "H-hey."

"We will clean up since you cooked." Derek's voice was tight.

Stiles stood up and bit his lip as he suddenly felt his anxiety raise up. "But you don't know where everything goes..." His fingers clutched his own shirt and he felt panic fill him that they would mess up his system. He felt so confident around his place because he memorized where everything was.

There was a silence for a few moments before the water in the sink was turned on. "We will leave the dishes clean beside the sink to dry. Okay Stiles? You can put them away the way you like." Derek's voice was gentler now. Almost apologetic.

Stiles sighed a little and nodded slowly. "Thanks." He felt his panic ebb away fading since they wouldn't try to put anything away. He stood and didn't know what to do with himself.

He heard the clinking of dishes and the splashing of water and he suddenly... he wanted to be able to see them. He wished that he could see Derek washing dishes in his sink beside Peter. He wished he knew the color of Derek's eyes. He wished he could see just how cocky Peter's smirk was.

But he didn't have that option. He left the room and went to go put on his shoes. He needed some air. Slipping on his jacket he grabbed his cane and ran his fingers through his hair hoping it wasn't too ridiculous today.

"I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back soon." Stiles called out and then he stopped as he heard footsteps coming from the kitchen fast.

"Wait! There are tools in the doorway!" Derek growled as he walked passed Stiles fast. Stiles heard the scrape of a tool box moved across the floor and some other noises.

"Thanks for fixing my door Derek." Stiles smiled at the doorway.

"It's my job Stiles. Okay you're clear." Derek's voice was tense again.

Taking a deep breath Stiles nodded to him and then used his cane as he walked through the doorway.

Stiles made his way down the stairs and out the door and headed to the coffee shop down about 5 blocks away.

He waited at each street and listened for the beeping of the cross walk to tell him when it was safe to cross. When he made it to the coffee shop he already knew what he wanted.

Those damn pumpkin spice coffee's were only around seasonally so he decided to get one of those. He brought his cane closer as he reached out and opened the door. He knew he had the right door because the scent of Coffee and delicious pastries filled the air.

Smiling he tried to discreetly find the line. He had to wait in line. That was fine. He put his ear bud in his right ear and listened to his messages on the phone. He held the phone in his right hand and spoke into the mic of the earbuds so that he could tell the phone to read him his emails and messages.

Junk mail mostly and a couple of texts from Scott and his Dad. He answered them easily. Telling scott that he was fine and that they had missed his world famous waffles.