Title: Selfish.

Summary: A phone call in the dead of the night after a missed birthday party. Apology on the edge of the tongue. Hearts beating faster. "Sorry," He never says sorry. Never. She smiles, the words rolling off of her tongue easily, "What's my present? You better make it special." CB ONESHOT. Set during 2x1O.

Authors Note: This is set somewhere around 2x1O. I'm always pissed we didn't see Chuck during Blair's party so here's a phone call set during that time.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything as always.


"Hi,"

"You missed my birthday." The voice shot through the phone, cold and calculating and hurt. He sighed on the other end, running a finger through his hair.

"I know," He sighed. He really wished he hadn't missed it. He regretted it but he had gotten so caught up in the whole mess with his father and humpty-dumpty.

"Are you going to tell me why? I turned eighteen, Bass." Her voice was cold and hurtful. His heart ached because she was giving to much away. She cared that he hadn't been able too show. He gulped down the lump in his throat, getting ready to say something that was very hard for him.

"Sorry." Blair goes silent on the other end, a grin stretching across her face."

"What's my present? You better make it special." The words roll of her tongue easily. Chuck rolls her eyes, of course she was thinking about what gift he had brought her.

"Oh, it's very special indeed," He leered. Even over the phone, Blair shook her head. The grin never wiping off of her face.

"I guess you could bring it over now?" She asked hopefully. His heart dropped too his stomach, the rare smile he had been sporting before falling off of his face.

"I can't," She swore her heart stopped. He had missed her party and wasn't even going to bother too bring over a present for her? Who was more important then her? If it was some skank he had picked up at a bar she swore she would murder him, "I'm going to see a game of hockey with Bart," He proudly told her. The smile reappearing on his face growing wider.

"OHMYGOD CHUCK!" She screamed, her hand clamping over her mouth. She didn't want Dorota to hear and think she and Chuck had rekindled because they hadn't, she thought sourly.

"Blair, as much as I love to hear you screaming my name, it's not that big of a deal." He shrugged casually, walking over too his bed and flopping down onto it, checking his watch quickly. Bart would be pounding on his door any minute now. He sighed, he didn't want to end the phone call with Blair. He hadn't seen her recently, he had but he had felt different, he missed her. Not that he would ever admit that

"Chuck, this is a big deal. We both know it is." She whispered, blushing, because when they were together in Junior Year they had talked about Bart and even before that, they had talked about Bart and Chuck never opened up too anybody about Bart.

"Look, Blair, maybe I could drop by later? After the game?" He asked hopefully, he wanted too see her. He really wanted too see her. She lighted up at the thought.

"Only if you bring my present!" She exclaimed excitedly. He let out a laugh, a real laugh. It wasn't forced for pleasantries.

"I promise to bring it," He promised sincerely, reaching towards his drawers and pulling them open. He stared at the box for a few minutes before pulling it out and resting it on his lap.

"Any hints too what it is?" Blair questioned him, crawling onto her bed and slipping underneath the covers.

"Maybe," He teased, his eyes lifting up too his door as Bart entered. He sat up and pushed Blair's present too the edge of the bed.

"Look, Blair, I'll see you later. Happy Birthday," She smiled and mumbled a thanks and then her phone cut off. She sighed and laid it next too her, curling up on her side. Chuck could wake her up when he got in.