Sam Evans, Noah Puckerman, Finn Hudson and a very excited Blaine Anderson pulled into the packed Breadstix parking lot.
"Wow. Where am I supposed to park?" Sam said scanning the lot for an open space.
"There." Finn said point to a tiny spot next to an empty charter bus. Sam's car barely fit in the space. After Sam parked, the four teens headed toward the entrance of the restaurant.
"I'm sorry but right now we're only serving players." the host behind the podium said, looking down his nose at the boys.
"Um, Dylan Michalchuk invited us." Blaine spoke up.
"I assure you I don't know who that is." he said turning his back to the boys.
"Anderson, you better get us in here. I'm starving out here." Puck whispered loudly.
"Excuse me?" Blaine said politely.
"Yes?" the host they behind clenched teeth.
"If you could just go in there and call Dylan Michalchuk up here, he would tell you himself that he invited us."
"Fine. Wait here." the host said rolling his eyes. "And don't touch anything." this comment was directed at Puck who was edging closer to the podium.
Two minutes later, the host emerges from around the corner with a smiling Dylan.
"Hey Blaine!" He said with a small smile. "They're ok. I invited them."
"Very well. Follow me." the host said grabbing four menus.
"Uh, could you sit them at our table. We've got room." Dylan said giving the host a grade A smile.
"Fine." the host muttered. He led the boys to the back of the restaurant to a large half moon booth. The boys slid into a seat as the host slammed the menus down on the table. "You're waitress will be right with you." he said giving a fake smile.
"What a nice guy." the brown hair boy next to Dylan said. The whole table laughed.
"I'm glad you guys could make it. It'll be nice to have some natives show us around, eh?" Dylan said smiling. Blaine almost melted in his seat when Dylan said "eh".
"There isn't much to see but we'll show you around." Blaine replied. Oh and this is Noah Puckerman, Sam Evans and Finn Hudson."
"Nice to meet you guys. I'm Dylan Michalchuk and this is Brice Fields, Tony Givens and Gordie Smith."
"So Noah, you don't look like a hockey guy." Tony said
"It's Puck, and I like lots of things. Hockey, girls, guitar, fights, girls." Puck listed.
"You said girls twice. Gordie said.
"I know. So?I like girls man." Puck said grabbing a bread stick from the basket in the center of the table.
"Do you guys know any girls?" Brice asked. "You know the kind that like hockey players from a foreign land.
"Yeah. We know girls like that." Finn said giving a knowing nod to Sam. The boys broke into conversations around the table, varying from sports to girls to music. No one seemed to notice Blaine and Dylan sitting close to each other talking quietly.
"So you sing?" Dylan inquired.
"Yeah. The Dalton Academy Warblers. We're an a Capella show choir. We're really good." Blaine said smiling. "Not that I'm bragging."
"No, it's ok. If you're good you should definitely tell people." Dylan said with a wink. "Ok so, I have to ask. You're gay right?"
"Yes. Are you?"
"Yeah. This is great. We should go out tomorrow. Just you and me."
"Just me and you? Ok." Blaine said breathless.
"Great. Here's my number. Text me tomorrow." Dylan whispered in Blaine's ear. His warm breath sent tingles down Blaine's spine. "Ok guys, let's get back to the hotel." The boys scooted out of the booth and headed toward the door.
"What are you looking at?" Sam said glancing back at Blaine who was staring down at his phone as he walked with his friends towards Sam's car. He said nothing. He just lifted his head, showing his friends his huge smile and the screen that held Dylan Michalchuk's phone number.