"Blair," Chuck mumbled out as the brunette struggled to get out of his long, fancy limo. After straightening his nice, black suit, he held a hand out to her to assist her.
Grasping his hand, she slowly slipped out of the vehicle. Her body pressed to his as she looked around, scrunching her face in disapproval. "Exactly why are we here again, Chuck?"
"Because Humphrey wouldn't shut up about coming over to his place." He motioned for Arthur to come back in a few hours unless he were to be called.
Blair scoffed as they slowly trotted down the crumbly sidewalk, the obvious not-so-wealthy part of New York. As she rambled off about how stupid Dan was, Chuck simply walked with a smirk painting his lips.
As they stopped in front of his apartment complex, the brunet suddenly reached down to slowly grab Blair's small hand. His eyes gazed into hers as she raised an eyebrow. "Ah, Blair. Try and not be so complicated today, hm? Everyone's bound to be there. Relax." Before her lips could part to speak, Chuck pulled up her hand, and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her palm. He chuckled, taking note of her surprised facial expression, as he then started to tug her through the doors of the complex. "We're already late. Let's go."
"W-well, it's fashionably late! That's what Dorota always says!"
a/n: *punches lamp* get rekt