A/N - I don't own Gossip Girl!!!!
I told you guys that I'd make a drabble collection for you all along with the "Woah, Baby!" Trilogy, which will be updated soon, by the way! Anyway, here it is, and feel free to request prompts!! :)
"Most of our lives are a series of images. They pass us by like towns on a highway, but sometimes a moment stuns us as it happen and we know that this instant is more than a fleeting image. We know that this moment – every part of it – will live on forever." ~ Lucas Scott
It was well passed two o'clock in the afternoon, well passed the time that Blair had told him she would be meeting him for lunch, and Chuck was worried. Blair hadn't picked up her phone all day, and she hadn't returned his texts, which she always did when she couldn't get to her phone, and Chuck hadn't seen her since the night before. Blair was always on time; this wasn't like her at all. He'd just gone to her dorm hall to look for her, and had even stooped as low as asking the Brooklynite, Vanessa Abram, if she'd seen her.
"Nope," Vanessa shook her head immediately. She shrugged her shoulders before going on. "Blair's usually in algebra before the rest of us, and she wasn't there today. I went to her room to tell her that she missed a big test, and she wasn't there," Vanessa rolled her eyes, "one of her 'minions' said that Blair left early this morning, and that she didn't look happy."
Chuck didn't stick around long enough to say goodbye. He quickly ran back to the limo, and gave Arthur the Waldorf penthouse address. Missing classes was definitely not Blair. Even in Junior year, when he'd told Gossip Girl about their affair and ruined her reputation, Blair Waldorf had still shown up for class. Something had to be really wrong for her to be missing a test, of all things. He pulled out his Blackberry, and dialed number one on speed dial.
"Hello, this is Blair Waldorf – the one and only. Leave a message."
"Blair, where are you? You were supposed to meet me for lunch, remember? I went to the dorms, and Vanessa said that you missed a test today? What's going on," he asked worriedly into the phone before clicking it off. It only took ten minutes for Arthur to pull up in front of the Waldorf residence. Chuck raced into the elevator, but as soon as the doors opened to let him out, he got the news he'd weirdly been expecting all along.
"Mister Chuck," Dorota called out in surprise when she saw him. "What are you doing here?"
"Is Blair here," Chuck asked immediately. He wasn't here for pleasantries. He just needed to calm the storm that had been brewing in his gut all day. What if she left me, was all that he could think about through all of this.
Dorota shook her head in confusion. "No, Mister Chuck. Miss Blair have class Tuesday mornings."
"Yes, but she didn't show up to class, Dorota," Chuck answered in a very frustrated tone. "Has she called you at all?"
The maid's eyes bulged out of her face in what would have been a very comedic display, had Chuck not been in such a foul mood at the time. "N-no, Mister Chuck. What did you do," Dorota asked accusingly. "You fight again? You go find her," she shouted, pointing her finger at him.
Chuck's head tipped back in defeat before he finally nodded his head. "Yes, Dorota. Yes, I'll go find her right now," he answered, turning his back on the woman who was now shouting what was probably profanities in his wake. He made his way back out to his limo, and ordered Arthur to drive passed the MET. That was when his phone rang. Nate showed up on the display screen, and Chuck cursed to himself before answering. "What is it, Nathanial?"
"Uh…Chuck," Nate spoke with his usual confused tone. "Um…I just thought that you'd want to know…Blair's here, and she's puking her guts out in your bathroom right now."
Chuck's eyes widened, and his jaw set firmly. He covered the mouthpiece to tell Arthur to head home before finally answering Nate. "What? She's there? What's wrong with her?"
"Jeez, Chuck – grill me with the third degree, why don't you," Nate whined before thinking better of getting an attitude with Chuck Bass at the moment. "I don't know what's wrong with her, man. I asked her, but I'm pretty sure she threw a toilet brush at the door." Nate paused for affect, but when Chuck didn't seem to have any sympathy for his bruised ego, he went on. "She got here just after you went to work, and then she went into your bedroom…but now she's puking, and it's loud and disgusting. You should probably get over here now."
"I'm on my way," Chuck said before hanging up.
It wasn't even five minutes before he came barging through the elevator doors to his penthouse. Nate was sitting on the couch playing video games, and Chuck didn't even stop to greet him. He just went straight to his bedroom, and what he heard made him cringe, but calm all at once. At least she hadn't left him, but what the hell was going on? Chuck knocked on the door.
"Go away, Nate," Blair cried weakly through the door. "For the last time, pot will not make me feel any better, you idiot!"
Chuck laughed quietly because he didn't know why he'd expected her to lose her biting wit in just the last twelve hours. "It's me, Blair. Let me in," he finally answered.
"Chuck," Blair called, surprise in her voice. She paused for a moment before finally continuing in an even weaker voice than before with "I look terrible, and I'm sick. You can't come in here!"
Chuck quickly felt for the key above the door, and let himself in. What he found there broke his heart. There, on the floor, with her head resting back against the wall was his girlfriend whose normally rosy skin was almost as pale as the wall behind her. She was dressed, to his surprise, in a pair of sweatpants, and a hoodie. Since when did she even own that stuff? "You always look beautiful to me, Blair," Chuck spoke quietly, sitting himself down beside her. "And if you didn't want me to take care of you, then you never would have left your own bed to come all the way across town to mine."
Blair chuckled quietly, and then leaned her head against Chuck's shoulder. "I guess you're right," she relented, closing her eyes. "Can you help me to bed, please? The world is spinning."
Chuck nodded his head, before putting one arm under her knees, and the other behind her back. Before he stood fully, though, Blair was scrambling to get back out of his arms.
"Wait," she cried, lunging for the toilet again, and abruptly vomiting into it. She moaned out in misery, and then the tears started. Blair was gagging and sobbing at the same time.
Chuck knelt down behind her, and rubbed her back. He would have held her hair back, but it was already tied behind her head in a loose bun, which was another thing Blair never did. When she was finished, and it seemed that she wouldn't start up-chucking (no pun intended) again, Chuck flushed the toilet, and then helped her stand. "You're burning up, Blair," he said with an extremely concerned look on his face. "Maybe you need to go to the hospital."
"No, Chuck, I'm fine," Blair argued weakly. "Just…I just need a cold shower or something to cool down," she said, fighting a little more desperately. She did not like hospitals – obviously.
"Ok, ok," Chuck quickly answered. He lowered the toilet lid for her to sit while he turned the shower on as cold as it would go. He quickly stripped himself of his clothing before helping Blair, who was too weak to even stand, with hers.
"Why are you naked, Chuck," Blair whispered, leaning her head forward to rest against his chest and then closing her eyes. Damn, this room is spinning, she thought to herself. Or is it my head? She reached up to touch her head. Nope. Must be the room.
"I'm helping you take a shower, baby," Chuck answered while pulling her into the shower, and under the cold spray. She didn't even fight it like he'd expected her to. She just continued to lean against him for support while he held her still under the cold, misty water.
"Chuck," Blair finally asked after Chuck had taken the time to wash her hair, and massage some body-soap into her skin. "Can we go to bed now?"
Chuck nodded his head, and then rinsed all of the soap off of her before pulling Blair with him out of the shower. Her head was warm, but not as incredibly hot as it had been. He picked her up, letting her rest her head against his chest and then carried her into his bedroom. Chuck pulled one of his thickest long sleeved shirts over her head, and then helped her under the covers.
"Lay with me," Blair whispered, grabbing Chuck's hand when he went to walk out.
Chuck leaned down to kiss Blair's forehead. "I'm just going to get dressed, and then get something to eat and drink. I'll be back." He pulled the covers a little tighter around Blair, and then turned to leave. "Just rest."
Blair curled herself into a ball on her side, and fell asleep almost instantly. Being sick was really exhausting. She didn't know how long it was before Chuck woke her up with a tray of food. "Chuck," she whined, sitting up slowly. "I can't eat. I'll get sick again."
"It's just chicken soup, and Gatorade, Waldorf," Chuck argued right back, lifting a spoon full of the soup to her lips. "Eat slowly if you'd like; just eat it. You're scaring me, here, Blair." He gave her a look that told her he was dead serious.
Blair nodded slowly, and then opened her mouth to let the soup in. She continued to slowly eat all of the spoonfuls her boyfriend held out for her, closing her eyes against the small bouts of wooziness, until it was all gone.
"See? There you go, Blair. That wasn't so bad," Chuck said proudly, leaning forward to kiss her nose softly. "Now, I'll just put the Gatorade by the bed with a trash can, and I'll be back to lie down with you in a little bit." He left the room to put the tray down, and by the time he'd returned, Blair was sitting up enough to sip a little Gatorade. "Feeling better?"
Blair nodded slightly, and then laid curled back up under the covers. "I don't know what happened to me. I just woke up sicker than ever this morning," she whispered, settling her head on Chuck's chest. "I even missed a test this morning."
"I know," Chuck answered quietly. "Vanessa told me when I went by the dorms. Don't worry, though. I'll have the professor let you retake it."
Blair gave a small sleepy smile, and then placed a kiss on his shoulder. "Thank you for taking care of you," she whispered sleepily before closing her eyes.
"For you, anytime, Waldorf. Why don't you just get some sleep? You'll feel better soon, I promise." It was only a few minutes later when Blair's breathing evened out, indicating that she'd fallen asleep. Chuck held her close to him, and though she was sick, he couldn't help the smile that graced his features.
Blair Waldorf had come to him, wanting Chuck Bass to take care of her, and he loved doing it.
