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This just came to me out of nowhere. This is a Chair story, but Blair is the main character. Enjoy and forgive any typos!
"Chuck? Why do you have to leave?" Blair scolded and crossed her arms.
"Because I have business in Japan. You know that! You know how important it is for me to be successful! I want to be as good as my father or even better!" Chuck shouted. He continued to pack his bags for his business trip to Japan. He as opening a hotel in Tokyo and hoping to score some new Japanese business partners.
"So your business is more important than me, your wife? You knew my mother's birthday was this weekend. How is it going to look if I show up to, yet again, another party without you? What am I going to tell my mom? What is she going to say to me?" Blair stomped her foot.
"How about you tell her... if she wants her to daughter to continue living in the priciest neighborhood in Manhattan, she shouldn't worry about it. If she wants her daughter to be able to get all the couture she wants, she shouldn't worry about it. If she wants her daughter to continue to be on the A list, she shouldn't worry about it!" Chuck argued and finished zipping his bag.
"I think your billion dollar inheritance is enough to make ends meet, Chuck!" Blair threw herself on their bed and covered her face with her hands. "What happened to us, Chuck? We used to not be able to get enough of each other; but now, you are always gone. We are always fighting."
"I want us to be together, Baby. I do. I will never be able to get enough of you," Chuck stated. He lied down on his bed, beside his wife. He cuddled her from behind. "Pack your bags and come with me. You can go shopping and relax in the hotel when I am in meetings. At night, we'll be together."
"I can't miss my mother's birthday, Chuck. She will never forgive me," Blair stated.
"How many times has she missed your birthday?" Chuck asked with a twinge of annoyance in his voice.
"I know, but I still can't miss her birthday. Can't you reschedule your meeting from Saturday to Monday. You can come to the party with me, and then I can go to Japan with you," Blair suggested hopefully. She turned her body to face Chuck on the bed.
"That sounds great, but I cannot reschedule my meeting," Chuck said.
"Why not?" Blair huffed and turned back over.
"Gee, I don't know, because I want to make my deal go through," Chuck sneered. "If I reschedule, the partners that I am looking at will make the deal with someone else. I can't let that happen."
"Oh, of course, the deal. The hotel. The partners. You have time for everyone except me, right?" Blair pushed her husband off of her and got out of bed. She walked over to the window to look at the Manhattan skyline.
"Its not like that Blair. I love you. The business deals that I am making now are for our future," Chuck stated.
"What is good for our future is for you to spend time with me, nurture our relationship. Maybe we can make a baby," Blair started to smile but stopped when she heard Chuck scoff.
"Here we go with the damn kids talk again. We will have children, just not right now!" Chuck insisted.
"That is what you said three years ago, two years ago, and last year. I want kids NOW! I want to at least try. You know we haven't had sex in three weeks," Blair pointed out.
"Well, I can't trust you to stay on the pill or not poke holes in my condoms!" Chuck shouted and threw his hands in the air. "I have a plane to catch, Blair, I don't have time for this."
"You never have time for me anymore," Blair said under her breath, but Chuck heard it.
"You are such a spoiled brat," Chuck scoffed. He grabbed his suit case and stomped out of their penthouse.
Blair just stood quietly as silent tears can down her cheeks.
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The next night Blair found herself alone at her mother's party. She walked in and was given the third degree.
"Well, where is he?" Eleanor asked. When she saw her daughter come in without Chuck.
"Business trip," Blair said almost silently.
"Another business trip? Where has he gone to this time?" Eleanor questioned and rolled her eyes.
"Japan," Blair sighed.
"Japan. Are you sure he is doing business or is he doing hookers?" Eleanor huffed.
"He is on a business trip, Mother. That is what he told me and I believe him. He is working hard for both of us," Blair told her mother.
"Very well, Dear. Get yourself a drink and enjoy the party.
Blair did just that. She got a class of champagne from caterers and walked around to mingle with everyone.
After about an hour Blair went outside on the balcony of her mother's penthouse. She sipped her new glass of wine and stared out into the city. She pulled her phone from her hand bag and looked at it. She had no missed calls or text messages. Chuck had been gone for nearly 24 hours and he still had not called her or sent her a text.
"Figures," Blair mumbled to herself. Of course he did not call to tell her that he landed or got to his hotel alright. Of course he did not text the words "I'm sorry," after he called her a spoiled brat. Of course not!
"I am not about to call him. If he does not call soon, he is sleeping on the couch for a month," Blair whispered in agitation to herself.
"Excuse me, Miss. Were you talking to someone?" a male voice asked.
Blair turned around and saw handsome man that was 5 or 6 years older than she was. He had light brown hair and soft green eyes.
"Yes," Blair smirked. "I was indeed talking to my conscience."
"I see, well carry on then," The man laughed.
"Are you a friend of Eleanor Waldorf?" Blair asked. Okay, so she shouldn't be doing this. She should not be flirting with some extremely good looking guy that is not her husband. She wasn't flirting, she told herself. She was being social.
"Yes, I was one of her models this season. How do you know her?" The man asked.
"I'm her daughter, Blair Bass," She told him.
"Very nice to meet you, Blair Bass. I'm Dylan Roberts," He held out his hand and Blair shook it.
"Dylan. Like Bob Dylan?" Blair joked and sipped her champagne.
"Yes, as a matter of fact. It's funny you should say that. My mother actually wanted to name me Robert after Bob Dylan. Then my name would be Robert Roberts. So she decided on Dylan instead," He joked back.
Blair laughed with him.
"Are you here with anyone or did you come alone?" Blair questioned.
"I flew solo tonight, and you?" Dylan asked.
"I did too. My...um...hus-husband is out of town," Blair said. She looked down slightly. Why did she have to go and mention Chuck that son of a bitch that deserted her for the weekend, and had not even bothered to call her?
"And the beautiful girl has a husband. Well that is just my luck," Dylan feinted a scowl and stomped his foot.
"Yeah, mine too. Well just because I have a husband doesn't mean I can't make new friends," Blair stated. She was so chipper all of a sudden.
"In that case, would you like to dance?" Dylan held out his hand.
"Sure," Blair smiled and took it.
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The next morning, Blair got up early. It was Sunday. She wanted to go to Starbucks, get her coffee and croissant and have breakfast at Tiffany's. Just like Audrey.
As she was strolling along, she looked down at her phone. She still hand no messages from her basshole of a husband. She shook her head. Deep inside she wanted to call him, but she wouldn't. He needed to call her.
"Blair?" a male voice called.
"Dylan," Blair smiled at her new friend. "What's up?"
"I'm trying to find my mother a birthday gift. I never know what to buy," Dylan looked down at his feet.
"Do you need help? I am free and I love to shop," Blair offered.
"Yes! Sure, that would be great," Dylan laughed.
The two new friends walked down the street together.
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"Thanks for helping me, Blair. My mother is going to love her new cashmere scarf and gloves," Dylan commented.
"Thank you for taking me to lunch and dinner," Blair giggled. "I had the best day."
"Blair, we're friends right?" Dylan asked.
"Yes. When my mother is ready to shoot her next line, I will make sure she calls you," Blair stated and patted her new friend's arm.
"Well, thank you. What I was wondering was, would you get the wrong impression if I asked you to go to my apartment to watch a movie tonight. I am just having so much fun, I don't want it to end," Dylan semi-pleaded.
Blair sighed and took a step back. She smiled, "You understand that I am a married woman. If I do go back to your apartment to watch a movie, all we will be doing is watching a movie. Nothing more."
"Yes. I understand completely," Dylan stated and shook his head.
"Well, okay then," Blair said.
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"This is my place," Dylan said.
"Its nice," Blair nodded.
"Here you can put your purse and your shopping bag there," Dylan pointed to a chair.
Blair placed her belongings there.
"Would you like something to drink?" Dylan asked.
"Yes, please." Blair nodded and sat on his couch. When she sat down she took her phone out of her pocket. Still no calls or texts from Chuck. What a surprise! She shook her head and put the phone on her the coffee table.
"Here you go, Blair, glass of champagne," Dylan handed her a glass but noticed she had a sad look on her face. "What's wrong?"
"It's my husband. He has been gone for two days and has not called me," Blair stated solemnly.
"If your worried then call him," The man shrugged.
"No. I can't do that. He needs to call me," Blair stated strongly. She shifted her position on Dylan's couch.
Sensing Blair's mood, Dylan boldly asked, "Did you guys have a fight or something?"
"Its seems like that is all we ever do, lately?" Blair shook her head.
"How old are you and your husband, Blair?" Dylan asked.
"Why?" Blair questioned in confusion.
"Just curious," Dylan smiled.
"I'm 25. He's 24," Blair answered. She was still confused by this question.
"How long have you been married?" Dylan asked.
"Five years." Blair answered again.
"My, you were married young," The man commented.
"Well, I knew what I wanted," The young woman said.
"How do you know what made you happy at 20 will keep you happy at 40 when you are already fighting at 25?" The older man chuckled.
"Is that supposed to be funny?" Blair asked. She was completely appalled.
"No. I am not laughing at you. I promise," Dylan placed his hand on her knee.
"Dylan, remember what we talked about," Blair warned.
"He is a million miles away. No guilt. Just an evening of fun with no consequences. He is probably doing the same thing with some hooker," Dylan stated and reached his hand from Blair's knee to her mid thigh. Then he bang to rub it up and down her leg and was pleased to here her shutter.
"Japan. Are you sure he is doing business or is he doing hookers?" Eleanor huffed.
"You're such a spoiled brat," Chuck scoffed.
Blair became uneasy. Then Dylan reached his hand further up Blair's leg to her upper thigh. He bang to stroke her from side to side then his fingers came down and tickled her inner thighs.
Blair looked at Dylan. She closed her eyes and her breath grew short. Dylan leaned in as was just about to kiss her when...
"Ring! Ring! Ring!" Blair's phone when off.
Blair grabbed her phone from the table.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?" Chuck demanded on the other line.
"I'm at a friends house?" Blair panted into her phone.
"Are you guys playing soccer or something? Why are you out of breath?" Chuck snapped.
"No...I..."Blair started to say but was interrupted.
"It doesn't matter. Look, I'm home. I have been home for the last hour and I want you here too," Chuck stated more calmly this time.
"Okay, I'll be home soon. I'm just up the street," Blair said into her phone.
"You're leaving?" Dylan asked as Blair hung up.
"Yeah, my husband is home. He wants me," Blair told Dylan.
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Blair was walking down the street to her penthouse. She carried her purse and Dylan carried her shopping bag.
"Thanks for walking with me. It is dark out," Blair stated.
"Its no problem. About what happened earlier. It was in bad taste. I apologize, and I hope we can be friends," Dylan offered.
"I'd like that," Blair smiled.
The two friends walked slowly to Blair's building. Blair was shocked to see Chuck outside waiting for her. She excepted him to be in their penthouse.
"Chuck," Blair greeted with a half smile.
"Sweetheart," Chuck greeted with his eyes dead on Dylan, "Who are you?"
"Dylan Roberts. Nice to meet you," Dylan held out his hand that was not holding Blair's bag.
Chuck reluctantly shook it with a dark scowl on his face.
"Dylan just lives down the street, Chuck. We met at my mom's party. He is one of her models. I helped pick out a gift for his mother today," Blair explained. She was trying to ease Chuck's mind.
"Well wasn't the helpful," Chuck spoke quietly. "You decided to thank my wife by taking her back to your apartment and then walking her home."
Chuck's innuendo was very clear.
"Thanks for walking me, Dylan," Blair just wanted Chuck away from Dylan as soon as possible. As she reached for her shopping bag, Chuck's hand got in the way.
"I'll take my wife's things, Dylan," Chuck stated with a deadly tone. He practically yanked the bag from Dylan's grasp. Then he grabbed Blair's wrist and practically yanked her into their building.
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Chuck sat quietly on his bed and sipped his glass of scotch. He was in his bathrobe with nothing underneath. He had a huge scowl on his face from his meeting with Dylan.
Blair had been taking a shower. She came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, with loose wet hair. She had a lot of time to think in the shower. She shuttered at the thought of what almost happened.
"I didn't like coming home to an empty house, Blair. I was worried when I didn't know where you were," Chuck spoke. He continued to sip his scotch.
"I know the feeling," Blair mocked. He was the one who was always leaving and she was the one who was always home. He thinks he can complain about her not being home one time...
"You weren't completely alone this weekend, were you Blair? You had Dylan to keep you company. You went shopping for his mother," Chuck gave her a fake, mocking, puppy-dog look.
Blair scoffed and stayed silent. She was hot from her shower, so she crossed the room and opened the window.
"Did you sleep with him?" Chuck straight-out asked.
"No," Blair said shortly.
"You sound disappointed," Chuck let out a dry laugh.
"Are you disappointed? You seem so determined about it," Blair snapped.
"You spent the whole day with a guy you just met. You went to his apartment with him. Do you expect me to believe that nothing happened at all? He didn't try anything at all?" Chuck pressed. He wanted an answer.
"Okay, fine. He made a move on me, but nothing happened. Then he apologized for it and is content with just being my friend," Blair explained.
"What kind of move did he make on you?" Chuck questioned as he gulped the rest of his scotch. He walked over to his wife.
"He touched my leg and tried to kiss me," Blair spoke honestly.
"He touched your leg how? Like this?" Chuck stated coolly. He gripped Blair's upper thigh.
"Chuck..." Blair protested and tried to swat his hand away.
"I just want to know how that mother fucker touched what's mine," Chuck hissed in Blair's ear. He gripped her even harder.
"Stop it!" Blair yelled and pushed Chuck away from her. "Why do you even care in the first place? You've made it clear that your business life is more important to you than your married life! You don't want to have sex with me, you don't want kids with me..."
"YES I DO!" Chuck boomed loud enough to make Blair flinch.
Chuck looked down and tried to control his breathing.
"Yes I do," Chuck stated calmly. "I want kids with you. I want sex with you. I want to be married to you. I have been miserable this whole weekend, Blair. When I came home today, I had planned on apologizing, taking you out to dinner, and telling you that I am ready now. I am ready for children. Then I got home, and you weren't here. Dorota told me you were hanging out with some guy..."
Chuck breathed deep. He closed his eyes and prayed for courage.
Chuck shed his robe and stood completely nude before his wife. He walked to her, removed her towel and threw it to the floor. His hands brushed threw her wet hair. He slowly leaned his head down to suck on her neck.
Blair closed her eyes and took in the sensations. She loosely draped her arms around Chuck's waist as he kissed her.
Chuck scooped Blair up bridal style and carried her to the bed, and then joined her for a night of much needed passion.
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Chuck and Blair now lied in bed quietly holding each other.
"Do you realize that you may be pregnant right now," Chuck spoke first.
"Yes," Blair smiled.
A couple of silent moments passed.
"I love you," Blair said.
"I love you, too," Chuck kissed her forehead.
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