Author's Note: This is a Stalia/Teen Wolf/ Stiles and Malia Fanfic set post season 4 episode 10. And details Stiles and Malia's first Valentine's Day. It will include another followup chapter finishing up this particular date. And possibly a two future valentine's days. Happy Galentine's day to all you BFF's out there. And Happy Valentine's to all my fellow cheesy romantics out there. Jeff Davis and MTV own Teen Wolf but I own this fluff lol.

Stiles adjusts the stems of a dozen small sunflowers in the vase on his kitchen table for what feels like the thirtieth time. He steps back and taps his fingers against lips as he assesses them. They looked perfect in the store. Why can't he get them to sit straight? He ruffles a hand through the hair at the back of his neck and sighs. His eyes dart to the clock on the stove it's still early. He's being jittery over nothing; he's fully aware of that. It's just that for the first time in his life it's valentine's day, and Stiles Stilinski has a girlfriend. Well…sort of. He's not sure that Malia would classify herself as his girlfriend. But he does, especially after what happened today.

The day had started out well enough. He'd gone to the florist shop around the corner from his house to buy Malia some flowers. And the second that his eyes landed on these pretty miniature sunflowers he instantly thought of her. But the second he brought them home the panic set in.

What if she doesn't like them? Does Malia even like flowers? Does she even like valentine's day? Does she even consider what they're doing dating?…They are a couple, right?

And then pretty quickly something that started out simple became very complicated. So he left the flowers behind in his kitchen that morning and drove to Malia's house to pick her up for school. Stiles tried to play it cool and pretend like it was any other day. Malia didn't seem to mind that he was overly quiet. She just slid into the jeeps passenger seat beside him looking effortlessly adorable in her plaid shirt, shorts, and knee-socks. She leaned across the seat and gave him a short little kiss in greeting, her eyes smiling at him as she pulled away, and he was instantly struck with regret. He wanted to present her with a dozen sunflowers at that moment. The way her eyes lit up when she saw him, it made him so, stupidly happy and he wanted to do something for her, to make her feel just as good. He cursed himself for being a coward and leaving the flowers behind.

He was so caught up in his own head thinking about the flowers that he was quiet and withdraw the whole drive to school. Malia didn't seem to mind, though. She just messed with the radio dial until she found a good station and rolled down her window a bit so the breeze could play with her hair.

Stiles had caught himself glancing her way more than a few times on the drive. He couldn't help being amused at the way she sang along to the radio, her hair whipping wildly in the wind. He rolled his eyes at himself. He has it bad. He knows that he does, if for no other reason than by the sheer number of times a day he thinks to himself how cute this fierce werecoyote is.

When they parked the jeep Stiles noticed that one of her knee-socks had slipped down to around her calf and he smirked before slipping his hand under the back of her knee and tickling her. Malia thrashed in surprise and she rumbled with uncontrollable laughter. Then in a move too quick for his eyes to register she slipped from her seat and was sitting on his lap, pinning his hands to the armrests in her iron grip. It didn't hurt, she was just applying enough pressure to hold him there and Stiles certainly wasn't resisting.

Her caramel brown eyes were bright with laughter and her cheeks were flushed. She stared him down, for a few minutes as if determining if he could be trusted to have his hands back. She squinted at him skeptically as she eased back, slowly releasing his hands. Stiles chuckled and reached for her knee again. Malia pressed him back into his seat with lightning fast reflexes and Stiles snorted with laughter.

"Easy," he had said teasingly, as he brushed her hand aside and reached down to tug her knee-sock back up her leg, "I'm just removing temptation." Malia's eyes had darted to his mouth lingering there for a few seconds too long. And just as Stiles had been about to do something about it, she punched him in the stomach gently and said, "That's what you get for tickling me." Then she eased herself out of his lap and slipped out of the jeep.

Yeah…he's pretty far gone that's for sure. All it takes is one look from her lately and he practically melts. It's kinda pathetic really, how easy it is for her to turn him into a lovestruck idiot.

She didn't always have this effect on him. Malia and this whole thing between them had sort of snuck up on him. He had never anticipated that his first real brush with romance would happen in the basement of a mental hospital...but it did. And it, just like Malia, was something that he never saw coming. This thing between them started as a flicker of initial attraction, then as this small but very real connection, then a stolen kiss, a quick brush of lips that grew into something more confident, more heated and reckless.

And that's how it's always been with Malia. Right from the start he's always been caught off guard by this thing between them. Always playing catch-up to this almost instinctual response he has when he's around her. And at that moment he felt pretty disappointed in himself. Because as a lovesick teenager he had spent a great deal of his time daydreaming about being Lydia Martin's doting boyfriend. Now there he was with a gorgeous, incredible girl like Malia and he hadn't done even half of the boyfriendly things he'd always daydreamed about. In his head he was going to be the perfect boyfriend. He was going to carry Lydia's books, leave love notes in her locker, go all out for every holiday and always hold her hand in the hallway.

You know, all that cheesy, romantic stuff.

Now he wasn't entirely sure Malia would like any of that stuff…but the realization that he hadn't been a good boyfriend really bugged him. He wanted to be with Malia. He wanted to be a good boyfriend for her…even if he wasn't 100% sure that she knew they were even in a relationship. So as he caught up with Malia as she walked toward the school, he promised himself that she was getting those flowers tonight.

But when they walked into school Stiles didn't know just how uncomfortable this Valentine's day was about to get. Malia's locker had been plastered with a half dozen candy-grams and valentines from secret admirers. And if that wasn't bad enough, three different guys from the lacrosse team had given her a rose. Stiles was seething. He's pretty sure he's never been more jealous in his entire life.

Especially after he caught Nathan Pierce standing at Malia's locker in between second and third period, and he had to watch as the handsome senior presented Malia with a perfect rose. The worst part of it for him wasn't even Pierce…it was the look her face. Malia had dealt with the chocolates and valentines taped to her locker that morning with an adorable sort of befuddlement and confusion. But when Nathan gave her that first rose she just blinked at him and, she honest to God, blushed over it.

Malia, blushed over a rose.

And it gave him a sinking feeling in his chest. Stiles should have been the one with the guts to give her that flower. He should have been the one to earn that look from her.

Stiles practically had to bite his tongue all morning as she received tokens and valentines from other guys. C'mon! Was he invisible? Did nobody get that they are together? Stiles was practically stewing in frustration and jealous by lunch. He sat inordinately close to Malia at the lunch table. Even slinging his arm around the back of her chair possessively. He had done it purposefully with the intention of warding off anymore of her would-be admirers. Malia seemed oblivious to his little territorial display.

Kira and Lydia already had a small collection of flowers and candies set out in the middle of the lunch table. So Malia had upturned her backpack and added her "loot" to the pile as well. Stiles' stomach had turned at the sheer volume of candy and cards that had tumbled out of her bag. The girls had quickly divided the candy from the cards and started doling them out the sweets to each other. Malia must have noticed that he wasn't reaching for his 'share' of the pile and so she had slid him a Resse's peanut butter cup, which she knew was his favourite. His scowl must have given him away because Malia had raised her eyebrow at him and watched him quizzically for a few seconds. Before she could ask him anything about it, Stiles had torn open the wrapper and popped the candy in his mouth. She had given him a skeptical glance as he chewed but Stiles had just shrugged it off.

As they girls munched on candy Lydia and Kira had taken all their flowers and braided an elaborate flower crown. They took turns wearing it and posed for pictures with it. They even crowned Scott with it for a few pictures and Stiles even in his sour mood hadn't been able to suppress a smirk at the way Scott posed for them, bating his eyelashes and pouting his lips for the camera.

Then Malia had plucked one of her long-stemmed red roses from the table and twisted off the stem. She leaned into Stiles' space and with an impish little grin she tucked it into his shirt pocket. Stiles had blinked down at her his eyes transfixed on her hands as she fussed with the rose. Then looking self-satisfied she patted his shirt pocket and leaned away. It had been a tiny gesture, but it had been sweet, and Stiles had felt his sour mood lift completely. When Stiles had flashed her a little pleased smile, Malia has seemed embarrassed over it, her cheeks tinting. But before Stiles could tease her about it she had shoved a heart-shaped sucker in his mouth, none-too-gently and muttered, "Shut up." Stiles had just rolled the sucker to one side of his mouth and gave her a crooked grin in response. And Malia had leaned in and pecked him on the lips.

The little kiss shocked him and his arm had slid down off the back of her chair and around her on instinct. He had blinked down at her stunned, but happy. Malia didn't really do P.D.A. when she kissed him it wasn't always intense, sometimes it was playful, but she only ever did it when they were alone. Malia didn't seem fazed by the gesture she turned just turned back to their friends. That's when Stiles had noticed that he still had his arm around her and that Malia hadn't shrugged it off.

So for the rest of lunch, he tried to remain as still as possible and not screw it up. After lunch, Malia had to leave school early for private tutoring. And when she stood up to leave Stiles immediately missed the feel of her against him. Stiles walked her to the front doors where her dad's pickup was waiting for her. He had stood there awkwardly beside her, before he finally blurted out, "Did you wanna go out tonight? We could go get your favourite."

Malia's eyes had sparked with genuine excitement, but then she had frowned and told him, "I already promised my dad that I'd go out to dinner with him after tutoring. I could come by after." In the deserted hallway, she effortlessly slipped back into his space, "We could watch a movie," she suggested as she leaned into him brushing her lips against his, "I'll bring the movie. And you," she had said before giving him a lingering kiss, "...you can make the popcorn."

Stiles had huffed in laughter, his tone bouncing with amusement, "What kind of a deal is that?"

Malia just leaned away and gave him a saccharine smile, "A good one." she said with promise as she slipped away from him. Stiles had tried to wheel her in for one last kiss but she had dodged him snickering, "I gotta go, I can hear my dad muttering swear words at you from inside his truck." His eyes followed her as she bounded down the school steps and disappeared into the cab of her dad's old truck.

And he's been thinking about her practically ever since. So that's why at 8:03 P.M. on Valentine's Day he's standing in his kitchen still fussing with sunflowers, waiting for her to show up. Ugh, he's brutally aware of how much of a dork he's being right now...brutally aware.