Author's Note: So this is my first Gossip Gril fic, and the first fic i've posted in a VERY long time. I'm not sure if it's any good, but i've watched the last two episodes and i've fallen in love with Chuck/Blair. So I wrote one for myself. I hope you enjoy :
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl (The book or the television show alike), nor do i claim to.
We broke away from our kiss and he rested his forehead against my own. I looked into his eyes trying to find some sort of sense in everything that had happened the past two days. I slowly fingered the diamond necklace he had just put around my neck… Nate had never kissed me like that. There was something behind that kiss. Something I'd never felt with Nate, or maybe I had and it had been too long ago to even remember. I felt passion. I felt longing and want. And strangely enough, I felt truth. With my forehead still resting against his, I deeply exhaled, and heard him softly say, "Blair? What are you thinking?" I didn't respond, but I continued to play with the beautiful necklace, then I averted my gaze and watched as the necklace shimmered in the light. Chuck lightly touched my chin and brought my attention back to his face, "B, say something. Please," he pleaded.
I sighed once again, "I'm scared. I'm unbelievably scared."
He looked confused, "Scared? What are you scared of?"
I turned my eyes to my lap and played with the ruby ring on my finger. As quietly as I could, I whispered, "you." He let out a long breath and grabbed my hand as I continued, "You're Chuck Bass. Womanizer. Cheat. Player," and I was about to continue when he started to interrupt.
"I'm Chuck Bass, the boy you've known for fifteen years. The one you tell all your secrets too. The one you can talk to about anything. One of your closest friends. And right now, I'm sitting here with this incredible girl. A girl who knows me. And right now," he took my right hand and placed it on his chest, "and right now, I'm sitting here with my heart beating out of my chest. Do you know what's making it do that?" He looked into my eyes, searching my inner thoughts. I slowly shook my head no. He lightly chuckled and he brushed my cheek softly with his free hand, "You are Blair."
I slowly covered his hand with my own and laid my head on his shoulder. He put his arms around me, and we just sat there with him holding me. I took a deep breath and I was overwhelmed with an overpowering scent of cologne and aftershave. I slowly looked up to him, "Chuck?" I asked.
"Yeah?" He whispered huskily.
"Thanks for saving my birthday." I looked up into his eyes.
"No problem. You looked beautiful tonight, Blair." He returned my gaze.
I returned my head to his shoulder and he hugged me. I once again welcomed the familiar smell. It was comforting, it was Chuck. As I began to fall asleep in his arms I heard him whisper into my hair "I'm Chuck Bass, the guy who fell in love with you in preschool." Only he didn't think I had heard him. I readjusted myself against his chest and he kissed my forehead and quietly whispered, "Happy Birthday, Blair," and with that he gently lowered me down to the pillow. With a lingering glance back at me, he turned off the light and closed the door.