Never Let Me Go
Blair Waldorf knew perfectly well that she was being ignored. If Charles Bartholomew Bass thought she wouldn't get the hint after six missed calls and fifteen texts messages without any reply, well then he didn't know Blair as well as he thought he did. Blair was being ignored and she didn't care, today she did not care that Chuck wouldn't pick up his phone. Today Blair understood why Chuck wanted to be left alone.
That wasn't stopping her from barging into the Empire, taking the elevator to his suite despite the protests of the many employees that she charged by, and being there for him. As much as she knew that Chuck would prefer to be alone on this day, she also knew that there was no way in hell that she would let him be alone all day.
"Chuck," Blair whispered as she entered the suite.
On her way into the hotel, and in the elevator, Blair had built up this strength to deal with whatever state that Chuck would be in. Yet her resolve faded as soon as the elevator doors had opened.
"Blair I am busy," Chuck slurred.
And he was already drunk, perfect. Blair stepped into the suite, rounding the corner to see him with a glass of scotch in hand and his tie undone. He was sprawled out on his couch, hair sticking up and pointing every which way, and his eyes were that puffy that Blair associated with crying. It was a sad sight for Blair to see. She lowered her bag onto the couch and then walked over to where he sat.
"Chuck," she whispered again. She was bent over top of him, face to face.
"Blair," he drawled. His breath reeked of alcohol.
"Chuck talk to me," Blair pleaded.
A curly strand of Blair's hair fell out of place, and Chuck tucked it behind her ear gently. Blair closed her eyes as the tips of his fingers caressed her cheek when he tucked the strand of hair back. This was her Chuck, the Chuck that only Blair was allowed to see. This Chuck was the one that cried in her arms after his father died, the Chuck that told her that he loved her. His brown eyes locked with hers, and she leaned in for a soft kiss.
"I love you," Chuck sighed.
"I know," Blair replied. It was obviously the wrong response.
Chuck shot up, causing Blair to stumbling backwards. His face changed instantly and Blair was mentally kicking herself.
"Of course you know, because I make it so obvious," Chuck growled, "and everyone knows that the 'Great Chuck Bass' is in love and is weak now!"
"Chuck, no one thinks that you are weak. Actually-"
"Blair," Chuck shook his head, "everyone thinks I am weak now. Gallivanting with you everywhere, more worried about keeping you happy than with running Bass Industries. What would Bart say if he saw this?"
Tears pricked Blair's eyes, but she knew better. Chuck was one, drunk, and two, very upset. It was the year anniversary of his father's death, and it was taking a toll on Chuck. He was going to pretend to be made of stone today, but Blair wasn't going down without a fight. Her Chuck was going to show himself today again, not the Bart Bass Chuck, her Chuck.