Scott couldn't tell the truth about what he was doing at The Jungle because, well, he wasn't sure why he was there. Morbid curiosity maybe. He didn't know. And okay, they were making eye contact. Their lips met and they were kissing. Scott was kissing Derek Hale. He seriously couldn't believe he had kissed Derek, and now he was going home with him. This had to be a fucked up fever dream. OR Scott and Derek run into each other in a gay club and then they fuck and maybe more.