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when you arrived at the united center, you weren't expecting to find a date, but it happened anyway.

you were going to watch a blackhawks and blues game when the whole situation went down. you were sporting a patrick kane jersey because, well, he was pretty good.

you had been saving up for a while for this game so you and your friend had nice glass seats that would allow you to practically be in the action.

you were excited. it felt like you hadn't seen your blackhawks play in a while and you missed the wild environment of the united center when a central rival was in town.

"if a puck hits the glass, i'm going to jump so high." your friend that came with you said.

like it was rehearsed, a puck hits the glass in front of you guys as they said that and your friend let out a high pitched squeal.

you laughed at their terror and looked at the ice to see the alex nylander doing the same.

alex pointed our your terrified friend to kirby dach and he began laughing as well. you laughed at them. kirby and alex sent little waves at you guys.

you tried to get your friends attention so they could see also, but they were too busy trying to catch their breath.

when you looked up, it seemed that the movement that started with alex and kirby had now reached some of the other players that were probably wondering why the two younger boys were laughing so hard.

you smiled up at them and saw that patrick kane's eyes widened when he saw your face. he quickly skated towards the bench and got a puck and a sharpie.

you wondered what he was doing until he came over to the boards and threw a puck over to you. he signalled at you to turn it over and you laughed at what it said.

date?

the word was simple, but cracked you up.

"only if you score." you shouted through the glass at him.

patrick rolled his eyes dramatically, but nodded as he skated off.

"did you just deny a date with patrick kane?" your friend asked in shock.

you shook you head, "well the answer to that is yes and no."

"i can't believe you." your friend shook their head.

you chuckled and shrugged.

the game ended at a blackhawks loss of 3-1, but that one goal was scored by showtime himself.

"it looks like you have a date y/n." your friend poked your side.

"of course, he has to show off and score. they didn't even win." you groaned.

soon enough a security guard came down and got both you and your friend.

"patrick kane wants to see you."

you nodded and followed the worker down to the lobby area where the locker rooms were held.

you waited a little more nervous than you wanted to be.

"hey." patrick said with a smirk as he walked up to you.

"oh shush." you said sassily.

he laughed, "i'm patrick."

"y/n." you introduced yourself.

"well y/n, you pick the time and place and it looks like we have ourselves a date." patrick smirked slightly.

you nodded, "here's my number and i'll text you when i'm free." you told him.

he nodded, "i'm looking forward to it." he said.

no matter how sassy and resistant you were to him for the first few dates, it was obvious that something was different about him and something attracted you to him because that day was about three years ago.

in present times, you and patrick had just had a beautiful wedding in chicago with lots of family and teammates.

no matter how much you didn't want to go on that date at first, you were so thankful that patrick kane scored that goal that one night at the united center.