Author's Note: This is another Chuck/ Blair because I can't get enough. Relatively short but it's not a one shot. Other chapters to come. Hope you enjoy.
Dear Former Queen B,
First of all, I don't usually write letters so be honored. Take a moment and feel flattered. Now read the rest of this. I am Chuck Bass. I am the Chuck freaking Bass. Meaning, I don't buy jewerlies, have butterflies, feel guilty about removing chastity belts, or run to Monaco after seeing a heartless bitch and her pathetic "Prince" make-out. But apparently, I do for you. I would tell you to take a second and feel honored but I know you won't. So go ahead and grimace, say out loud how I am such a stupid mistake because well truthfully, I won't be there to hear it but Nate will. But Nate won't be there to hear what you are really thinking but I will. I have been in your mind in a fantastic, mind-blowing way and you have been in mine too. So why am I telling you about this? Well, I just wanted to tell you that I am not coming back to New York and have a good, safe life with your dear old Nathaniel Archibald. HAH!!
Yours Truly,
Chuck Bass