AN: This chapter is set sometime during early season three, thanks for reading.
"Ma'am, I need to see your ticket." The teenage ticket attendant called out as she brushed past him.
"Blair Waldorf, I'm here to see Chuck Bass, I don't think you do." She responded clearly annoyed
"But, but…" He stammed, not sure what to say
"Thanks." She said as she coolly walked away. She wasn't sure why, but she knew he would be here. He wasn't exactly the biggest hockey fan, but she knew he had purchased a vip box for him and his father for the season, because his father had liked them as a child. She entered the room, expecting to see Chuck, but she only saw four scantily clad women and a few men dresses in suits.
"Where is Mr. Bass?" She demanded as the rooms attention immediately turned to her.
"He left once we got here, weird since he called us. He told us we could stay for the game if we wanted to." One of them explained.
Immediately it clicked for her, he was in the back row of the bleacher section, where Bart would sit when he snuck in to the games in his youth.
"You motherchucker." She stood by him with her hand on her hip, he looked up at her from his seat. He wasn't drunk or weary eyed as she had expected. He just looked tired
"What is it now, Blair?" Chuck questioned, his tone seethed with anger; but he couldn't look her in the eye and he somehow shriveled into himself, she knew his tone wasn't his true feelings- it was a defense mechanism.
"Don't be like that Chuck, I was worried about you." She softened, and motioned to sit down in the empty seat next to him until remembered where they were and how dirty it would be. Chuck noticed this and slipped off his over coat to cover the chair. "Thank you." She said as she slid into the seat, intertwining his arm, which was resting on the arm rest, with hers and leaning her head on his shoulder.
"So I see you were having a party..." Blair spoke finally after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
"Wasn't much fun." Chuck answer solemnly, he knew he didn't have to explain the girls. They were for his associates, Blair knew this.
"Was this any better?"
"Now that you're here? Yes." He answered kissing the top of her head. "Bart never told me much about his life; it was mostly business between us. Him sneaking into these games as a child was a piece of him he did share with me; coming here and sitting in the seats he would sit in makes me feel close to Bart Bass, the person, my father; not Bart Bass the business man. Is that stupid?"
"Not the least bit." Her heart ached for him, she traced along his jaw line with her hand, drawing his lips to hers.
"Thank you." He breathed as they pulled away.