Back of Chuck's limo – 11:30am

"What do you mean you're not going to tell me where Chuck is?" Blair yelled angrily at Chuck's driver, James.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Waldorf, but Mr. Bass has asked that his whereabouts should not be disclosed. " The driver said.

"Come on, James. I'm desperate. You know how much I need to find Chuck. You know how much I care." She said, tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't believe she was pouring out a heartfelt confession to Chuck Bass's chauffeur.

James shook his head. "I'm sorry, Ms. Waldorf. I work for Mr. Bass, and I must follow his orders."

Blair's face crumpled. "Look…I know that you know what happened between Chuck and I in the back of this very limo. Those damn dividers aren't as soundproof as both of us would like."

James squirmed uncomfortably in the driver's seat. "Definitely not."

Blair smiled at the fact that she was getting somewhere. "I've…never let someone do that to me in the back of a moving car…you must know that Chuck is special, and that I need to find him…now. Don't you care about his well-being? I know you're his driver…but he treats you like more of a father than he did to Bart sometimes. I may be the only person he'll listen to, if he'll listen at all. So, James, please help me."

James thought for a moment, and then finally gave in. "Well, I hope you have your passport, because Mr. Bass fled to Thailand last night."

Blair double checked her purse. "To the airport, James."

James nodded and drove to the airport in silence. When they arrived at JFK, he opened the door for Blair, seeing that she had no luggage, he knew she was desperate. "Well, have a safe flight, Ms. Waldorf. I hope you can convince Mr. Bass to come home."

Blair smiled. "I hope so too."

JFK Airport – 12:00pm

She went to the check in counter and purchased the first ticket they had to go to Bangkok. Before she knew it, she was sitting in first class, too jittery to eat any of the snacks that they offered before takeoff.

She drifted off, and 15 hours or so later, she was getting ready for landing. Looking out the window, Bangkok was incredibly different from New York City. From a location point of view, Blair knew exactly why Chuck would come here. It looked like an escape from the skyscraper-cramped city that they both grew up and lived in.

After going through security and customs, she took a taxi, giving the driver the address that James had written down.

Funny that Chuck actually left his address for someone..maybe he had wanted me to find him after all. Blair thought to herself. She had trouble communicating with the driver in Thai, so she sat silently and hoped that he was taking her to the right place.

Banyan Tree Resort, Bangkok – 4pm

After half an hour or so, she arrived in front of a lavish resort. Having been in a hurry, she forgot to do what the normally practical Blair Waldorf would have done. She had no Thai dollars or whatever the hell they called their currency there. She dumped a $50 dollar bill on the driver and ran out of the taxi.

She went to the check in desk, and asked for Chuck Bass.

"Sorry, Mr. Bass is currently not in his room right now," The concierge said, getting off the phone.

Blair sighed. She was tired, and her feet ached, and she was still searching for a lost cause. "Okay then. Can you please get me a room instead?"

3 hours later, Blair had showered, napped and freshened up. She figured she would have dinner at the hotel restaurant and continue her search for Chuck tomorrow.

She slipped on an emerald green dress and a pair of black peep toe pumps that she had purchased at the lobby boutiques. For some reason, whenever she felt down, she would dress up and treat herself to a nice dinner. She had been doing it since she was 13.

She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She felt pretty, but vulnerable. She still didn't know why she was in an exotic location, looking for someone who didn't want to be found. Actually, she knew why. She loved him.

Hotel Lobby Restaurant – 7:30pm

"Hi there, how many people?" The server asked.

"Oh, hi. Just one. I'd like a seat at the bar." Blair said softly.

She took a seat, ordering a martini. She looked around the luxurious restaurant. In the front of it was a stage, meant for spectaculars shown for the hotel guests. It reminded Blair a whole lot of Victrola. Could it be…that Chuck was here to find escape at an exotic version of his own club?

She walked over to the front of the restaurant..where there was a special seating area for people watching the show. Instead of chairs, there were booths, and sitting in one of those booths…was Chuck Bass.

Blair beamed. She had found him.

"Chuck!" She called out instinctively. Then her smile faded. On either side of him was a girl wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini and a short, see through dress. They were massaging his shoulders and whispering in his ear. She blinked back tears. She hadn't seen Chuck with other girls since…well, since they were sort of together.

Chuck was sipping his scotch, but things were different. He no longer had a small smirk of amusement on his face; he didn't seem to be enjoying himself.

"Chuck." Blair said again.

Chuck looked up and swallowed. In front of him was Blair, wearing a gorgeous emerald dress that showed off her curves and legs nicely. Was she really here? In Thailand? Or did he just have one too many to drink?

"Excuse us for a second, ladies." He said, placing a careful kiss on each of their cheeks. Blair had to look away. "What are you doing here, Blair? I told you not to look for me."

Blair wanted to sit down next to Chuck, but didn't want to sit where those whores had previously been.

"I know. But I was worried, and you didn't return any of my calls-" Her voice shook.

"When I said don't come looking for me, I meant it." Chuck said, a hard look in his eyes.

Blair nodded. "I-I just thought that you would need me … to talk about what happened with your father…and how you felt."

Chuck's faced turned angry. "There isn't anything to say about my father. He's dead, okay? And I don't need you. I told you to stay away, Waldorf. How many times do I have to say it?"

Tears were streaming down Blair's face now. "You need me, Chuck. I know you do. Isn't there anything I can do to make you feel better? I'm Blair, remember? We can go through anything."

Chuck looked down at his drink. "Look, Blair. I don't want to talk about my feelings or whatever emotional crap you wanted. Unless you're here to do what I was just about to ask my Thai lady friend to do, I suggest you leave."

Blair gasped. He had downgraded her to one of his 'lady friends'. "You…want me to sleep with you?"

Chuck looked up. "It isn't exactly rocket science, Waldorf. Either you do it, or you can haul your ass back to New York because I really don't need a shrink right now."

The tears were falling furiously, and Blair tried to convince herself that Chuck was only being an ass because he was drunk and he was upset. Was he really worth giving up her dignity for?

"Well, what is it, Waldorf? I don't have all day and my Thai lady friends are really a lot less of an emotional wreck than you are." Chuck said, downing the rest of his scotch.

Blair nodded. "I'll do it." She turned around to wipe her face, and tried to tell herself that if being one of Chuck's whores was the only way he would let her back into his life, she was do it. Because she loved him.

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