A/N:

Hello The fantastic duo of S and H has returned! So…this will be a multi-chapter story, however I cannot promise constant updates for I, S, cannot post without the amazing H reading over my writing/helping me write, and even though we are cousins, we are not promised to see each other all that often. Any who…I have never been to a Buckeyes game, however I have been to many Hockey games, one of which I believe was against the Buckeyes. Any references to hockey cheers or traditions will be based off of my home team so I'm sorry if I am inaccurate.

Disclaimer: I own nothing…except for this experience which I legitimately lived through…kinda…

P.S. HPontmercy practically wrote this. :P (Did not! I FARKLESPARKLEify wrote/created my fair share of this story! ) She had the idea… I typed/wrote/self-beta'd… Note the double spaces… but I was not alone, Love you S. Check me out, I think I'm pretty cool. :D I love you all.

And note the continuing theme of chocolate chip cookies. O.o (Not on purpose…it just fit…because like I said…I lived this experience…)

LOVE YOUS! IF YOU LOVE ME, R/R.

BLAINE POV

It was the first Buckeyes game of the hockey season and, as per usual the Warblers and I are getting settled in our suite at the Value City Arena. The Warblers and I have followed the attendant, who has hardly spoken to us other than, "104B is right here."

I turn to the attendant to thank him for letting us in, and my hazel eyes meet his glasz ones, and suddenly I can't think straight. Wow those eyes are gorgeous…can I just live in those eyes? I start to think, before realizing I'm probably drooling. SNAP OUT OF IT ANDERSON! I chide myself before turning on my Dalton charm and thanking the attendant—Kurt, according to his name tag—and shooting him my most dapper smile.

"It's no problem," he blushes a little, giving his porcelain skin the cutest rose tint, and CUT IT OUT BLAINE! "Do you want the fridge unlocked?" he questions.

"That'd be great." I reply shooting him another thousand watt smile, accompanied by a wink— because winking at the incredibly attractive attendant is totally acceptable especially when its returned with that cute little grin.

After he unlocks the fridge he turns to me and says "I'll uh...be out in the hall… if you need anything just shout." before turning to leave. Half way to the door he turns, "Oh! My name is Kurt by the way." he adds his distinctive eyes shining.

"Oh, I know." I smile in reply, and with a blush he turns and leaves the room. As he leaves, I call after him, "Wait. I'm Blaine."

"Blaine. Okay."

I turn around, and am suddenly faced with snickers from Wes and David.

"Blainey-Boo has a crush!" Wes sing-songs as he grabs a Pepsi from the freshly unlocked fridge.

"What?" I question, feeling my face grow hot.

"You totally have the hots for the attendant!" David exclaims as if it's the most obvious thing in the world—but judging by my face, it probably is.

"What? Do not." I counter, defensively, but to no avail.

"Okay sure." Wes chuckles in response as he shares this look with David.

"I don't!" I exclaim with finality, causing Wes and David to share a chuckle. "You know what? I'm gunna look at the menu...any preferences?" I ask loud enough for the whole room to hear.

"Pizza!" chorus Nick and Jeff.

"Chicken nuggets!" calls Cameron.

"NACHOS!" Thad cries from where he's sprawled across the couch, quickly followed by a "Yeah!" from Flint.

Then, this unspoken understanding flows through the room as we all lock eyes with each other yelling "COOKIES!" in perfect synchronization before bursting out laughing.

"Okay...so cookies, nachos, chicken nuggets, and pizza?" I chuckle, just confirming our order.

"Sounds good." Wes replies.

"Go tell the attendant lover boy!" David jokes.

Rolling my eyes I walk into the hall in search of that gorgeous chestnut hair. Stop it Blaine. He's just the attendant. Not only will you probably NEVER see him again, but you also don't even know if he's gay. Finally I spot him, resting on the pillar outside our suite, laughing with a curvy African-American girl, also in uniform. And since when were the attendants allowed to wear skinny jeans? Because that is just NOT FAIR! I make my way up to Kurt and his coworker, clearing my throat as I reach them to get their attention. I feel slightly satisfied when he jumps, turning to me, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

The girl with him breaks into a grin and walks away. I clear my throat again, this time nervous. "Umm, hi." I say, once I have collected myself.

"Hi… Can I help you?" He asks, curious.

"Umm… My friends and I wanted to order…." I begin awkwardly.

"Oh, okay…"

"Yeah. Umm. So. We wanted some… chicken nuggets."

"Chicken nuggets?"

"Yeah."

"Is that all?"

"Yes. I, I mean no. Also…" What is wrong with you, Anderson? It's just a boy… A very, very attractive boy. I steady myself, take a deep breath, and continue. "We needed nachos. And a pizza—"

"What do you want on top?"

"You..." I stop, horrified, then try to cover my tracks, "…should get me a mushroom pizza!"

"Mushrooms?" Kurt asks, cocking his head, looking as though he's trying not to die of embarrassment.

"Mushrooms." Mushrooms. Dammit, the boys will kill me.

"Is that all?"

I think for a second, knowing I'm missing something. "Oh, yeah. Cookies."

~oOo~

KURT POV

"Cookies. All right. Is that it now?" I ask, hoping he can think of something else, so he will stay.

"Yeah." Darn. I think, disappointed. At least I'll see him again when I bring him and his friends their food.

"Okay, I'll… get that for you."

"Okay. See you." He gives me an anxious half nod, then turns to leave.

~oOo~

BLAINE POV

I walk back into the suite, only to be greeted by the sound of wolf whistles and raucous cheering.

"Hey, man, what happened out there!" Jeff catcalls.

Nick echoes with, "Yeah, Blaine, you were out there a long time."

Several more cheers go up, and I feel like melting. Wes comes over and pats me on the shoulder, saying, "Hey man, just don't do something stupid like you did with Jeremiah." Oh, to be reminded of that is the last thing I need now.

"Yeah lover boy!"

"Whoo!"

"Shut up!" I demand, before retreating to my seat and a game of Angry Birds.

I pass the time on my iPhone waiting until the attendant walks through the door, my heart beating faster every moment.

~oOo~

Finally, a knock comes at the door. I jump up, and the laugher begins again.

"Hey, I got your guys' chicken nuggets, nachos, and pizza—with mushrooms—and—"

"Wait, mushrooms? Blaine!"

A collective groan rises from my fellow Warblers, who are obviously not thrilled with my split second decision-making. Kurt looks confused, but continues.

"—and some cookies." The failed pizza order is all but forgotten, and my friends swarm the attendant, who looks flustered and amused at being flocked by a swarm of teenage boys.

Is he gay? I hope so—suddenly, I hear, Jeff shout, "Where is the milk?"

"Hey, man, we need milk!"

"You can't have chocolate chip cookies without milk!"

"Fail, man, fail."

Feeling obligated to right my wrong, I cautiously approach Kurt to ask for some milk.

~oOo~

KURT POV

"Do you guys have any milk?" he asks, looking hopeful. "It wasn't on the menu, but you know, chocolate chip cookies need milk."

"Sadly, no, sorry."

There is a brief pause, and then I am hit by the force of his puppy-dog look.

"Do you think you could get a glass for me?" Blaine pouts, and I can't resist.

"I'll see what I can do."

Oh, what have I gotten myself into?

FIN(N?)

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