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“Just tell me where we’re going, please!” Stiles whined. Derek had him blindfolded, and stumbling around in the woods. And, at the pace that they were going, the two of them might miss graduation.
Their parents would kill them.
“It’s just a little further, trust me,” Derek laughed, a steady hand on Stiles’ waist. Stiles felt his foot hit a root and would have stumbled if it hadn’t been for his boyfriend.
“Easy for you to say,” Stiles grumbled, edging slowly along. “You can see.”
Derek kissed his temple lightly, trying to stop laughing. Stiles bet he looked ridiculous. He wanted to hurry up, because it was hot, and even though Derek made sure he had bug spray on, he was hyper-aware of the insects around them.
It was maybe ten minutes - which felt like thirty to Stiles - when Derek stopped him. Stiles wriggled impatiently, ready for the blindfold to be fucking off. When Derek finally slipped it off, Stiles blinked in confusion.
“Why are we at the family tree?” Stiles glanced over at Derek, away from the tree with all the initials, and saw he was holding somehting.
A pocket-knife.
Derek looked anxiously away, a blush forming on his cheeks. “You don’t have to, I mean - I understand if you think something might happen, it’s just that I thought you might…” Derek let his words trail off.
Stiles remembered the first time he was shown this, how Derek told him about Hale relationships. Stiles remembered it very well.
“Where did you put your name?” Stiles asked quietly. He knew how big of a deal this was to Derek.
Derek went to stand a little closer to the tree, and pointed to a place that was around his navel. Stiles walked over and saw the sharp scratches of the D.H. He gently pulled the knife away from Derek, and set to work. He might have nicked himself three or four times, but it was okay.
Even if Derek fretted like a baby next to him. After Stiles finished, he sat back and enjoyed the messy, poorly done letters right below Derek’s.
“G.S.?” Derek asked.
“My real name.” Stiles explained with a smile. “Not like I’m telling you, though.”
Stiles stood up, and dusted himself off, feeling somewhat lighter, somehow freer. He kissed Derek gently, before pulling him away from the tree. “Come on, we’re going to be late for graduation.”
“Maybe.” Derek said. He was graduating salutatorian, but at least Stiles got to see him up there. “But I think the most important question is, what is it?”
Stiles groaned. “Maybe I’ll tell you when you Skype me from Mercer.”
Derek frowned, his eyebrows digging in. “But I don’t even know how to use that app that you put on my laptop. Why don’t I just call you.”
“It’s the principle of Skype.” Stiles sighed, before smiling brightly. He grabbed Derek’s hand, linking their fingers. “I’ll teach you.” He promised.