A/N: I had this idea as I was sleeping last night. This is a one shot but could easily be turned into a multi-chapter. This isn't like the rest of the Chair fics. There's a twist. Just needed to get it off my chest Read and review please.
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"I hate you Chuck Bass! I hate you!" she screamed. Glass shattered on the wall behind him as she tossed wine glass after wine glass at his head. Her mixture of tears and the death glare was enough to kill him on the spot.
"Blair please ju—" He ducked as the Swarovski crystal vase she'd purchased earlier made its way into the wall above him. Her tears became more rapid now, his heart breaking with every droplet that found it's way down her cheek.
"Was she worth it Bass? Huh?" This time she came after him herself, her tiny fists beating vivaciously into his hard chest. He wanted to laugh at her struggling to hurt him, but he knew it would only mean his own death.
"Blair, nothing happened, I—" he was cut off as she pulled a black lace thong out of her pocket.
"Then explain to me what the hell this is."
Busted.
They both knew damn well that Blair never would be caught dead in a thong. They were for "Whores and Hookers" as she put it, and Blair Waldorf was no whore or hooker.
"Did the last five years mean nothing to you?" she whispered harshly. She threw the panties down as his feet and backed up behind the kitchen counter, ready to hurl dishes if he came too close.
"Blair, I—" He took a step closer, but she backed away, confining her emotions so he would not see her break any further.
"Get out." She whispered. Her tone was like ice. He had never heard this voice come out of her. He knew he had messed up and this was going to be the only time he would ever get the chance to mess up. She would be sure to never let him hurt her again.
"Blair, please," he pleaded. Tears filled his eyes as he realized what he was losing. He was just recognizing the consequences of one horrible action.
"Get Out!!!" She screamed, her voice cracking with emotion. He nodded and turned away. She watched him silently march to the door and leave. The last thing he would ever hear come out of her mouth were the loud, heavy sobs he heard invade the apartment as soon as the door shut behind him. He had broken her. He had broken his Blair.
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"Mommy, are you okay?"The little girl looked up at her with those ever familiar eyes.
"Yes sweetheart, I'm fine. Go put your coat on or we will be late for our flight." She smiled. The little girl nodded and toddled away, her chestnut curls bouncing along behind her. Blair sighed at the sight of her little girl. She sat at the edge of her bed and watched the door shut behind her daughter like she had watched Chuck walk away those five years ago. She looked down to her lap and stared at the photo she had been looking at before her daughter walked in. It was of them. They had been messing around in the park that day with Nate, Serena, and Brooklyn in tow. It was quite the memorable day.
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"Chuck, wait up!" he turned around and laughed at the 5'3" woman chasing him down in her stilettos in the snow. Serena and Nate were throwing snowballs at each other up ahead as Dan snapped pictures of the childish play. It was the day before Nate's 21st birthday and they were celebrating his last day of innocence, not that he had been innocent before.
Chuck glanced back at Blair who was growing ever closer and began to lightly jog away from her, causing her to run faster and faster. He laughed as she began screaming profanities at his, as the parents round them were glaring at the obscene language being yelled around their children. Before he knew it, Blair had grown closer and was lunging at him, attaching herself to his back. He staggered a bit but lifted her up and was soon enough giving her a simple piggy back ride. Nate and Serena had stopped fighting as were glancing at the couple in a hidden awe.
Blair began to whisper sweet nothings into Chuck's ear and he let out a laugh at the ridiculousness of the things she was saying. Blair Waldorf did not whisper sweet nothings. She whispered obscenities. And then she did. He raised his eyebrows at the naughty things that were leaving her vocal cords and began to run with her on his back, sliding on the ice every so often.
"Chuck!" she shrieked, terrified, "Where are we going?"
"You know damn well where we are going Waldorf."
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A tear trickled down her cheek as she looked at the two of them. They were laughing and smiling, her on his back. She threw the picture into her Gucci purse and checked the time on her phone. 11:13. It would be a miracle if they weren't late.
"Macy, honey, let's go!" She yelled down the hall as she took one last look at the Parisian loft she had called home for the past five years. She gathered her daughter and her things before slipping her sunglasses on and leading her little girl to the town car waiting outside.
"Mommy, is all of our stuff going to be at our new house?" her daughter prodded inquisitively, sliding into the car.
"Yes. All of our stuff is being unloaded at the new house as we speak." Macy's eyes brightened.
"And am I going to get to see Auntie S and Uncle Dan when I'm there?" Blair shuddered and nodded. She had never approved of Serena's choice to marry Brooklyn, but as long as they were in love, she guessed it didn't matter.
"Yes, you will. They've missed you very much." She replied, " I hear they have a present for you!" She laughed a bit as she watched her daughter's eyes brighten.
"I think I'm going to like New York mommy." She said, watching her old home disappear in the distance.
"You know what hun, I think you will too." She said, pushing a piece of stray hair behind the little girl's ear. " I know you will."
Spotted: B getting off a plane at JFK after five years of being away. What've you been up to B? If the little princess in tow is any indication, we'd say you've been up to no good. You know you love me ~GG
