Quinn Hughes x singer!reader
Warnings: none, slight alcohol consumption.
The cold air of the arena nipped at my skin, making my arm hair raise and small shudder to wreck through my body. Here I was, again, sitting in this cold plastic seat, freezing my ass off. My best friend had been dragging me to Hockey games for the past few weeks, she had started dating one of the guys on the team. She wanted to go support him, but didn't want to be alone so I agreed to a game. One game turned into the next four weeks, every-time I was free and they were playing, me and her were there.
"Did you know Brock mentioned the other day that a couple guys on the team are single." My girlfriend says to me after the buzzer signals the end of the second period. I look over at her and roll my eyes. I had met a few guys on the team in passing, mostly the captain, Quinn Hughes. Exchanged all of maybe five words to each other but I thought he was cute.
"Oh really? Well please tell Brock, I'm not looking for anything right now." I pick up my drink taking a long sip. My friend shakes her head at me.
"You have to get back out there. It's been months since your last relationship." She says fishing her phone out of her pocket. She was right, it had been months. But I had been in a very public relationship, since I'm a signer, everyone I date is thrown into the spot light. Most guys can't handle that, shockingly enough.
"Yea I know, I just don't want to deal with the media twisting another guy I date. I mean, my ex is going around to every major gossip site saying I'm insane and only date pro athletes. They all do it, I just can't deal with that right now." I turn to her, she looks up from her phone with a sad smile on her face.
"I know, I'm sorry babe. But just please, think about it." I nod at her words, I stand up and tell her I'm heading to the bathroom. Once I get back to my seat, the third period had started. I sit down and start watching the game, growing up in Toronto Canada, I love hockey. All my brothers played growing up, I have so many memories of staying up late in the rink cause their games would go long. I snap back to the game infront of me, and I notice one player has the puck on a break away, 43 Hughes. He skates through everyone like it’s effortless, on the very edge of his skates. When he pulls back to shoot, the puck flys right past the goalies glove into the back of the net. The goal buzzer sounds and I jump up clapping, before noticing my friends smirk in her face.
“What?” I roll my eyes at her as I sit down. She shakes her head laughing as they get reset for another puck drop.
“Nothing, just Quinn, one of the single guys I was talking about earlier.” She states before picking up her phone, she quickly pulls up hit stats and hands her phone to me. she knows I actually care about that kind of stuff. I like to know how well the guys I date are at what they do.
The first thing I notice is his hair, he had great hair, always had. Even passing him in the hallways his hair looked good. His stats were impressive, especially because he’s a defensemen. As I scroll through his highlights I can’t help but look at his face, he was so handsome. When she arrives back with drinks in her hand she give me a look.
“Can you set us up? One date maybe?” I mumble to her as I hand the phone back, she miles and nods, already sending a text to Brock. The game continues on without anymore goals, but my eyes stay glued to Quinn. The way he passed the puck was magic to me.
After the game I head back to my apartment, having to get up early and head to LA for some work stuff. As I’m in my bathroom brushing my teeth my phone lights up with a text from a I know number.
I stare at it, not very many people have this number because it was my personal one. Only very close friends and family had this number.
Sorry it’s Quinn Hughes. Your friend gave me your number saying I should text you.
This makes my heart beat faster, in a different way. Quinn was texting me, I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t think she would do it this soon, I told her to wait till I got back from LA.
Hey yes, sorry just not many people have this number. I just wanted to say I think you’re a great player.
After I send the text I slap my hand onto my face, what the fuck was I doing. I knew this was a bad idea, I should have told her no. But when I look back down Quinn had already texted me back.
Thank you, that means a lot. I was listening to some of your music on the way home, you’re really great.
I feel the blush creep up my neck, I can’t stop smiling. Not only did he like my music, he had listened to it just to mention to me I was great. I made me warm on the inside.
Thank you Quinn, I really hate to cut this short but I have a flight in the morning to LA. When I’m back did you wanna grab a drink?
I’m sorry for keeping you, but a drink sounds great, just text me when you get back. Goodnight, sleep well.
Sounds good, goodnight Quinn.
A few weeks had gone by, I had been so busy I hadn’t had time to text Quinn back, and I felt like and asshole. I knew his seasons was over by this point. But what I didn’t know was that he was in the exact same bar as me.
“Hey, sorry to bother you…” Quinn trailed off as he tapped me on the shoulder. I whip my head around, I had been hoping no one knew who I was, wanting to get a drink and then go home. When I met his eyes, my heart dropped.
“Hi Quinn, it’s good to see you.” I say softly smiling up at him. I looked him up and down, he had on a suit, very new money. He looked good. His tie looked a little tight. I could tell he was a little nervous. He smiles back. “Nice to meet you, kind of. Didn’t know you’d still be here, figured you’d gone home.”
“Yea I got a week or two left here before Michigan.” He says as he sits down on the barstool beside me, waving down a bartender. “I’ll get another and then whatever she’s had for the night can go on my tab too.” He slides his card over to the guy and he nods before running off.
“Quinn you didn’t have to do that, I haven’t even texted you back. Which I’m very sorry for by the way. I meant to, I just got so busy I mean I have a new album I have to put out and-” I trail off as I realize I was mumbling. That one drink I was going to have had turned into three before Quinn had even come over. I look over at him and he smiles, I mean really smiles teeth and all.
“You talk a lot, I like it.” He grabs my stool and slides me closer to him. “You know, I’ve always thought you were pretty, even before Brock told me you were single. Your friend was saying you guys were looking for somewhere to take a weekend away. Come to Michigan with me and my brothers to out Lake house, you’ll love it.” He says so casually, I blink at him in disbelief.
“You’re serious? Oh my god.” I start laughing gently, a little tipsy, now finishing my fourth drink of the night. I never had a guy offer to let me use anything of theirs, much less a whole house.
“Yea I am.” He chuckles out, looking down at me. “But in all honesty you will love it, you can text me yea?” He says leaning closer, “if you still have my number I mean.” He pulls back and winks before standing up. “I gotta head back to some friends I’m with, you want to join?” He asks sticking his hand out, I notice his watch on his wrist, and the time. Shit, I was sooo screwed, I had agreed to meet one of my brothers back at my apartment an hour ago.
“Fuck I’m so sorry Quinn I actually have to run, oh he’s going to be so mad I’m drunk. Sorry I will text you. And I will come with to Michigan.” I say as I quickly out my jacket on, and chugging a glass of water the bartender gave me a while ago, hoping it will sober me up. I text my driver to tell him I’m leaving and to meet me out front. I look up and Quinn’s still standing there. I lean over and give his cheek a quick kiss. “Thank you for the drinks, I’ll text you.” I grab my bag and walk out of the bar into the spring Vancouver night.
A few days had passed since the bar, I had texted Quinn when I got home that night, after I felt with a very angry brother waiting in the lobby. He had texted me the address and plane tickets for Michigan, once again shocking me. They were for the long weekend coming up, he said his brothers would be joining, and to bring whom ever I wanted.
The plane ride into Michigan had been good, me and all my girlfriends had sat together and gone over everything we wanted to do this weekend. Once we get to the front of the airport a driver was waiting for us. He drove us the next three hours to the Hughes lake house, but once we arrived, we all knew it had been worth it. The view of the lake house was enough to make me smile. But when I saw Quinn waiting on the front porch I smiled even wider. The car pulled up and Quinn opened the door helping me out.
“So? What do you think? Good enough for your weekend away?” He asks as he gently places his hand on my back as I look at the lake house.
“Quinn it’s so beautiful here I can’t believe it, this is amazing thank you.” I squeal as I wrap my arms around him, he immediately pulls me in hugging me back.
“Yea of course.” He mumbles out once he lets go, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “So small little problem, none of my brothers are going to be here till tomorrow, so you girls will get the house to yourselves tonight.” He smiles down at me, I give him a puzzled look. “They’re all idiots and booked their flights for tomorrow morning not this morning.” Quinn leans down and whispers in my ear, I blush at the small gesture.
“That’s totally fine, most of us are tired anyways from the flight and drive, probably gonna go crash right now actually.” I say smiling up at Quinn, trying to reassure him about the small mix up. He nods has picks up my bags, walking to the house.
“Come one I’ll show you guys to your rooms.” He walks up the steps, carrying my bags as if it’s nothing. I follow him closely as he shows my two friends their rooms, finally showing me mine.
“Mines right across the hall, so if you need anything just let me know.” He says hand in the door handle.
“Wait Quinn, can I ask you something?” He turns and nods, quickly moving closer, so close I can smell the cologne he put on this morning. “Why are you doing all this? It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, I do but it seems like a lot. I mean you bought my plane tickets, that’s crazy. We haven’t even gonna out yet.” I say moving so we’re both sitting down on my bed. Quinn nods along to what I’m saying, letting me move him to my bed.
“I mean, come on, you’re one of the nicest most deserving people I know. Even before when all we would say is hi to each other in the halls, I knew you were a good person. Why wouldn’t I do all this? I know what your exes say about you, and how the media has spun you into some guy obsessed signer, but I know you’re not. I just wanted to show you that.” He says softly, not looking at me but rather out hand that are still connected. I smile at him, pulling my hands away from his, his eyes snap up to mine.
“That’s the nicest thing a guys ever said to me, most guys are good for a weekend. I just grab my passport and their hand, the weekend ending in flames. I don’t want that with you, I can tell you’re a good guy Quinn. I don’t have to pretend to be a different girl around you. I like that.” I look down at my hands now, picking at my nails. “You don’t care that my exes all call me insane, or that I’ve been called young and reckless. I’ve never had that before so thank you” I look up at him and he’s already smiling.
“How about this, you nap, and in about three hours you and I will go to dinner and we’ll get that first date. We’ll take this nice and slow, and no one has to know anything unless you want them too yea?” I nod as I lay down onto my bed, Quinn gently gets up and goes over to the door. “Can’t wait to finally take you on a date.” He confesses as he turns out the light, closing my door.
I’m my mind I make a mental note, I scratch off my exes name and write down Quinn’s. I mean love is a game, you gotta play.
