blaire's first blackhawks game - drabble
"so... what did you think?"
connor's hair is still wet from his post-game shower, sticking up in every direction in the cutest way possible. his eyes are bright, a huge smile covering his face.
the blackhawks won tonight, and connor bedard doesn't think he's been this happy in a really long time.
sure, they've won a few games during this season. but blaire was present for this win. she saw it, with her own eyes. that's why it matters more, why it's so important.
blaire would never tell connor this, but she hadn't totally expected the win. going to this game was rather impromptu, with connor calling her just this morning and offering her an extra ticket. she'd accepted instantly, her heart soaring at the thought that connor had an extra ticket and thought of her.
it was only after accepting the ticket that blaire realized she didn't know much about blackhawks hockey. honestly, the only hockey team she's ever really followed are the canucks. and wherever mack ends up, that's the team she'll cheer for more than likely.
and even though blaire knew she could walk into the rink and get by with just knowing the rules of hockey and nothing about the blackhawks, she wanted to do better than that.
macklin had informed his sister that the chicago blackhawks aren't... great. he had been excited for her to see connor, happily saying that they would have to meet up when he comes out to chicago to visit her. ultimately though, he advised that she just cheer for connor as much as possible.
which, of course, blaire did. but she cheered a lot more than mack led her to believe she would.
connor was ecstatic that they'd managed to snag a win with blaire in the audience. he knew exactly where her seat was, and made eye contact with her as much as he could. he scored two goals, and pointed at her after both.
as soon as the game was over, he did everything he could to take his gear off, shower, and then get out to blaire as quickly as he possibly could.
he'd told himself that he would be cool, aloof, casual, when he saw blaire. but he hadn't been able to hold himself back, and had rushed towards her, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tight for longer than he probably should have.
and that was when he asked the question.
what did you think?
blaire couldn't stop smiling. "that was so fun," she enthuses, butterflies swarming her stomach at the excited look on connor's face. "i-honestly, connor, i can't thank you enough. that was probably the best night of my life!"
"i'm glad," connor replies, nodding. "i think you may have been my good luck charm. i haven't scored in a few games, but the second you show up, i get two?"
"shut up," blaire waves him off, blushing. "i don't think people can be lucky charms,"
connor scoffs. "who died and made you queen of lucky charms? i'm just saying, there's a connection,"
they stand in silence for a few seconds, blaire unsure what to say in response to that. and yet, where this silence would probably be uneasy with other people, it's surprisingly comfortable. blaire has found in the last few weeks that she never feels more content than when she's with connor.
it's crazy, and amazing, and she never thought that she would get this again. she's never been more thankful for anything, though.
"do you... want to get dinner?" connor asks. "i mean, i know it's late and you probably ate during the game but i'm starving. and i'm probably not gonna be able to fall asleep for the next couple hours at least, so..."
"i'd love to," blaire says, her body angling towards connor's a little bit more, subconsciously.
blaire doesn't notice.
connor does.
they leave together, not holding hands, but walk as close together as is possible. they bump into each other occasionally, neither saying anything about it or doing anything to change it.
blaire doesn't make it to her 9 am class the next morning, on account of being in connor's house until about four in the morning, just talking to him. he drives her back to her dorm, of course, giving her a long hug goodbye.
she kisses him on the cheek, after a lot of hyping herself up, but she does it.
connor watches her walk into her building, partially to make sure she gets inside safely, and also because he can't stop staring at her.
nine year old connor would be jumping up and down with joy. the little boy who only had eyes for blaire celebrini and loudly announced to anyone who would listen that he was going to marry her someday. he'd been so upset when the celebrinis moved away that he had laid in his backyard, staring up at the blue sky and squinting against the sun for days.
he didn't want to jinx it, or read too much into her actions, but it really seems like blaire's into him, the same way he's into her.
it was after that game that connor decided he was going to do something about it, this crush (if that word can even encapsulate all his feelings for her) that he's been harboring for as long as he can remember. even after blaire moved away, after the house was empty and then alive with a new family, connor never stopped thinking about her. dating other people throughout middle school and college, blaire was always the one that got away.
and now she's back.
obviously, if connor's reading things wrong, he's going to respect that. he would never dream of doing anything to hurt blaire, especially not pressuring her into a relationship.
but if blaire is into him?
there's no way connor is letting her slip through his fingers again.
a/n: this was longer than i thought it would be but i wanted to write some unstructured and unpressured blaire and connor, so... here we are! thank you guys for all the love on the first fic, there's more to come!
