Summary: How I wished 2x08 went
Author's Note: * * means Chuck's thoughts, ~ ~ means Blair's thoughts
Disclaimer: I don't own GG
"Here to gloat?" she asked viciously
"Over what?" *Having my heart broken, losing you?*
"You won" she explained "pop the champagne"
"I didn't win" *Not yet*
"Then why does it fell like I lost?" ~Like I've been gutted, butterflies and all~
"The reason we can't say those three words to each other isn't because they aren't true, it's because we don't know what would happen after"
He moved closer to her and got down on his knee, for this was a proposal of sorts:
"I've figured it out"
"What?" she scoffed cynically "we'd be a couple? Go to the movies? Hold hands?"
"Not what I had in mind. We love the game but we can't keep playing it against each other, it'll kill us. So I say we play against the world. Come on, Chuck and Blair; ruling the Upper East Side, what do you say?"
Blair smiled as the idea sunk in, she could see them on thrones
"Yes, I'd love to!"
They lunged together, lips smashing, hands moving, she gladly surrendered into his embrace. It felt warm and safe, like home, like she could take on the world.