This is a gift to my girlfriend for her birthday.

Today May 18th (London Time) I present my take on what will happen in the summer after the finale. It's a small gift that I hope she loves.

Prologue

There lay all her chips. She was willing to risk it all for him, her bet in a tall pile of money she deemed worthless without him. She could win or lose all that money, but either way, the only loss she'll feel is if he walked away right now. She wouldn't give up though. She finally knew what she wanted, she wanted him. And as Blair Waldorf, she planned to get what she wants.

"I lost myself," she admit. "I wasn't Blair Waldorf without you..." she thought back to the night she ruined Dan's event. The night he told her she'd lost herself, and she had.

"Don't," Chuck looked at her chips, his business mind already calculating the potential loss. "It's not worth it," he advised

"You are," Blair expressed as she held his hand from drawing back the money. "You're the only thing I can't afford to lose," her eyes determined to prove her point no matter the cost.

He turned his hand in hers and held it tightly. He nodded and watched nervously for her as the dealer dealt him a card.

Ten.

Blair got her card.

Six.

Dealer's hand

Eight.

Chuck got another ten.

Total Twenty.

Blair got a five.

Total Eleven.

Chuck watched as she didn't seem to care. She smiled to him happily as the dealer asked him what to do.

"Hit?" the dealer asked.

Chuck shook his head, and waved his hand for no more cards, more interested in Blair's options right now.

"Madam?" The dealer turned to her.

She was risking it all, and all she had was an eleven. Basic strategy suggests she doubles down, but all her money was already on the table. Money that he can double. Money he'd risk right now to be with her, and before he even thought about it, he easily called for her.

"Double Down," Chuck pushed his money towards her box, matching her bet.

"Chuck?" she turned to him surprised, a small smile playing on her lips. She can easily hit, draw two cards in case the next card was too small.

He didn't reply though, he himself as surprised by this decision as she was, but he knew what he wanted and he knew who he wanted to share that with.

The dealer drew a card.

Three.

Total Fourteen.

Chuck sucked in a breath, and despite herself, Blair worried now. Not for her money, but for Chuck's. The dealer had to draw until 17, but with an eight, all he needed was a ten.

The dealer drew a card for himself.

Eight.

Total Sixteen.

Chuck's heart was racing, calculating the possibility of the dealer drawing any cards from an ace to a five. Cards that could easily give the dealer the win.

Next card.

Ten.

Bust.

If you do review, could you wish my Girlfriend a happy birthday as well.

Thank you,

Adrian.