Femininomenon

Stiles likes the club, or rather it's more a bar he guesses. He likes the burn of the stage lights as they catch his sequin dress, the way the audience clapped for him, how he wasn't Stiles there. He liked being free for a few hours. Just going crazy and being wild and free. It was... haven.
That was until his final show before he had to buckle down for finals, college essays, and graduation. He was on fire, burning up the stage, having the best night of his life. Until he waved goodbye to the crowd and there was a pair of unmistakable eyes staring back at him.
Why'd Derek always have to ruin everything?

Or maybe not...