reputation.

Don't Blame Me

Don't blame me, love made me crazy
If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right
Oh, Lord, save me, my drug is my baby
I'd be usin' for the rest of my life

"Holy Shit." Said, Scott, as he looked at the scene in front of him, this was one thing he never thought he would see. Sure, werewolves could exist in the world but seeing his best friend kissing Jackson; that was unbelievable. Jackson and Stiles broke away from the kiss, Jackson moving from the bed as if they would erase what Scott just saw, Stiles didn't move.

"Everything ok, Scotty?" asked Stiles almost completely sobered up from the night.

"Yeah, just, what is this?" asked Scott motioning between them.

"We were just kissing, don't freak out." Said Jackson, Scott looked at him with a raised brow, before turning to Stiles.

"Are you ok?" asked Scott, he wasn't sure if Jackson was taking advantage of Stiles, but Stiles seemed to kiss back and that confused him. Sure, he had smelt Jackson on Stiles from time to time and one time he was sure he smelt something else on Stiles but he never questioned it, he never thought this was what was going on and then there was Lydia.

"I am fine, Scott." Said Stiles looking at Jackson, who looked like he was ready to bolt and lucky for him, Scott was about to help with that.

"Lydia is looking for you. I can take Stiles home, you deal with Lydia." Said Stiles, getting a nod from Jackson who turned to Stiles.

"I will text you." Said Jackson before bolting from the room, Scott moved to Stiles.

"Come on, I will take you home and I think it's time you and I talk about all of this." Said, Scott, as he helped his best friend off the bed, leading him down the stairs. Stiles thought he was sobering until he tried to walk, he knew he would have run into the walls or fell down the stairs if Scott wasn't beside him right now. Scott could hear the whispers about Stiles as they walked through the crowd. Scott leads them to Isaac, Kira, and Jackson who were talking in the corner. They all looked at Stiles with a sense of new understanding. They had always wondered about him but none of them dared asked, but now it seemed like they didn't have to.

"Everything ok, Stiles?" asked Kira softly, Stiles nodded.

"Yeah, Scotty just wants to escort me home like a gentleman." Said Stiles patting Scott on the back, causing Scott to nod. Scott would not tell anyone what he saw upstairs, not until he and Stiles talked about it, because there were too many questions running through his mind right now.

"Yeah, Derek can you give them a ride home? I will drive Stiles' Jeep to his place and then going to stay the night." Said Scott, Derek nodded as Scott dragged Stiles away from the group, Stiles gave them a wave as he was lead out to the Jeep.

Stiles walked out of the bathroom showered, wearing Superman pajama bottoms and no shirt, small hickies littered his neck and torso, ones he had forgotten about. Scott looked him over from the bed, this was the first time seeing Stiles in this new light.

"How long?" asked Scott, Stiles raised his brow. Scott pointed to his neck, which caused Stiles to raise a hand to his neck and blush bright red.

"Two years." Said Stiles in a whisper, Scott's eyes went wide.

"Two years?! You and Jackson have been doing this for two years?!"

"Yes."

"Stiles, how come you didn't tell me? Did you think I wouldn't understand?" asked Scott, feeling hurt.

"No, Scott. It's just a secret is all. Jackson, well, Jackson and I didn't want to tell anyone yet. With Lydia still in the picture and neither one of us out." Said, Stiles, as he moved to the bed to sit beside Scott, Scott shook his head and looked down at the floor.

"Stiles, you know it's not right to do this behind her back right? She's our friend." Said Scott, making Stiles' face fall. He had been thinking about this a lot since they had sex for the first time.

"I know, Scott. Trust me, I know. I like him so much and don't want to lose him."

"And I get that, Stiles, but there are more people involved. I want no one getting hurt, especially you." Said Scott looking at Stiles, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I won't get hurt Scott, I know what this is. I don't want to make him pick, but I promise we will do something. If by graduation Jackson hasn't decided, I will make it myself. I promise." Said Stiles giving Scott a half-smile. Scott felt that Stiles was telling the truth, even his heartbeat proved that. Though none of this made Scott feel any better about this. If something went wrong between them, it would fuck up the dynamic of the pack too. He had thought many times that the reason it had been so quiet was that no one wanted to mess with this pack, he told no one his thought process. If he was right and this Jackson and Stiles messed it up, he wasn't sure if they could ever get the dynamic back.

"I believe you, Siles," said Scott squeezing his shoulder gently, "so, you are gay?"

"Yeah and you are a werewolf." Said Stiles with a smirk, causing Scott to instantly relax.

"You know I could never hate or judge you right? You are my best friend, my brother. Nothing will ever come between that bond."

"I know, I think I was just keeping it out of habit, to be honest with you, Scott. I was keeping all these secrets, so I kept keeping secrets. I think though, I think this is one I don't want to keep anyone."

"Well, you know I will be right beside you, Stiles. If you want to go to gay clubs, I will be right there beside you." Said Scott with a bright smile, causing Stiles to chuckle.

"And you get all the free drinks and flirty looks, don't think so Scotty." Said Stiles chuckling, Scott did the same. The rest of the night, they didn't talk about any of this. They played Overwatch and didn't end up falling asleep until five in the morning. They both needed a sense of normality even though neither one knew it.