The Blackhawks had just won their fourth straight game of the series, which meant that they were going to be in the Stanley Cup final!
You had just been at the game, and were currently walking to your car in the dimly lit underground parking lot alone. The friend that you were supposed to go to the game with couldn't make it, so you went on your own. You didn't feel alone at the game though. If you were wearing a blackhawks jersey, you were treated like family.
You started to quicken your pace as you saw your car, since you were a little freaked out by the fact that you were all alone.
"Y/N," you heard a deep voice calling from behind you. You quickly turned and saw that it was Kyle, your abusive ex boyfriend.
"Go away Kyle," you said with some anger in your voice. You wanted it to balance out the fear you felt. You started to run towards your car now, not wanting to deal with him.
He followed close behind because just as you got to your door, Kyle's hand was on your shoulder, turning you around.
"Y/N, don't talk to me like that." he said angrily.
"Kyle stop! Help!!! Ahh!!" you started screaming at the top of your lungs, hoping somebody would hear you. Thankfully somebody did.
"She said get away from her." a familiar voice threatened.
"Or what pretty boy?" Kyle looked at him annoyed.
*WHACK* the stranger hit Kyle over the head with a hockey stick.
"That you bastard." the stranger said, spitting right beside Kyle's unconscious body.
"Thank you so much!" you gratefully said to the stranger, almost in tears now.
"No problem, nobody should be doing that to anyone," he replied. That's when you saw his face.
"You're Patrick Kane!" that's why his voice sounded familiar. You watched all of the Blackhawk's interviews on TV.
"Yes I am, what's your name beautiful?" he smiled.
"Y/N," you said, all of a sudden shy.
"Well Y/N, I'm glad that I knocked that prick out. If it's alright with you I'd like to follow you home, so I know you're safe.
"That's fine, follow me."
**
You pulled up to your apartment with Patrick's car behind yours, him knowing you were safe. You got out of your car and he got out of his, and you invited him in for coffee.
"I'd love to," he smiled at you and accepted your invitation.
The two of you talked for hours, about hockey, Kyle, everything. You could tell you had a great connection with him.
"Y/N I had a great time tonight, but I have to go I have practice early tomorrow morning. Can I have your number so I can text you and maybe we can do this again?" he asked.
You blushed, agreeing to his request. You exchanged numbers and he turned to go.
"Thanks again Patrick," you said smiling at him.
"You're welcome." he replied, leaning down and kissing you.
