"WHAT HAPPENED ON NEW YEARS?!"

Drunk out of his mind in the back of his limo, Chuck Bass held up his uncle by the neck against the window.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he managed to choke out.

"I heard you talking. I may be bombed, but I'm not dumb, Jack. Tell me – WHAT – HAPPENED!"

"Let go of me Chuck, and let's pretend to be civil, shall we?" Chuck slowly let him go and sat back into the seat. Jack straightened his tie and relaxed himself, still slightly timid and cautious of Chuck. "All right."

"Just talk."

"All right!" He took a breath and smirked. "We didn't sleep together," Chuck rolled his eyes. "but it wouldn't be wrong to say that we were entirely innocent."

"Don't beat around the bush-"

"Oh that's exactly what I did to her." Before he could even blink, Chuck had him up against the window again.

"You're foul. Get out." He felt around behind his uncle for the handle and pulled it. The door opened and Jack fell out onto the pavement. He hopped to his feet, but not before Chuck was able to slam his door shut and lock it. "Drive." He could hear his uncle shouting from the street before the car was able to drive off.

"I save your sorry ass from yourself and this is the thanks I get?"

Chuck rolled back onto the seat and massaged the bridge of his nose. "Take me to the Waldorf's."


"Just so you know, I don't trust you…he can't know…what happened on New Years." Jack smirked and nodded at her as he got into the limo. She watched it speed off as it had so many times before left her standing alone in the City. She went back into the party briefly to look for Serena and found her sitting alone at a table with a drink. "Hey. Are you okay?"

"No," was Serena's only response. She stared at her drink swirling around the stirrer absentmindedly."

"S," she grabbed Serena's hand trying to jolt her out of her daze "what happened?"

Serena looked at her with an empty stare. "I don't even know."

"Serena-"

"I said I don't know B. There's something serious going on with my mom and Dan's dad and we've been trying to find out what all week. They must've had a fight or something, and neither of them will tell us what's going on. Dan somehow found out about an hour ago and he won't tell me. He just left me here. He didn't even explain why…" She buried her face in her hands and her voice became muffled, "I don't know Blair, did I do something? It's like something doesn't want Dan and I to work out! Every time we try, there's always something that comes up!" Her voice broke on the last word. Blair put a comforting hand on Serena's back.

"Welcome to the club, Serena."

Serena took her face out of her hands. She wiped her nose with the back of the hand. "I guess you're right. Things haven't exactly worked out for you and Chuck either."

"Yah. That's an understatement."

There was an awkward pause. "Is he okay?"

"I don't know."

"Is he going to be?"

"Well, he just tried to jump off the roof. Who knows what else he could try."

"Wait, what?!"

"His uncle and I just found him standing on the ledge looking down. He nearly fell off the roof when Jack called his name. Moron…"

"Wow. B, I'm sorry I didn't know it was this bad." It was Serena's turn to put a comforting hand on Blair's shoulder. "I know how much you love Chuck and I know how much it would tear you apart to see anything happen to him."

Blair was the type of person that seemed to feel worse when someone tried to put an arm around her if she was upset. She felt her eyes start to sing and water up. She got up immediately. "You know what, I have some business to attend to if you'll excuse me, Serena. It was lovely talking to you, and thank you for your kind words. I hope everything works out with you and Dan…kind of. Goodbye."

"Blair wait, jus-" but Blair was already almost out the door.

"TAXI!" She knew that she was not fooling Serena when she said she had business to attend to, but she couldn't let herself fall apart. Not when Chuck needed her to be strong. She wiped at the corner of her eye and got into the taxi. The gentle lulling of the car allowed her to relax, close her eyes and calm herself down. She would go home, have Dorota make some tea, and try to go to sleep. She would sleep away all the terrible memories of this day. The society meeting going to pieces, Chuck's stab at her about saying she loved him, Chuck trying to kill himself, Chuck's Uncle, and to top it off having to hear about Serena and Dan's problems.

She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn't realize the taxi had stopped and the driver was trying to get her attention. "Miss! Miss! Is this the right address?"

"Yes, sorry this is fine, thank you." She swiped a credit card and ran into the building. "Ow, fuck my life," she muttered under her breath as she nearly tripped getting into the elevator.

As the doors opened and all was dark, she felt something was off. "Mom? Cyrus?......Hello?"

"Hello."

She felt her heart nearly jump up into her throat. She quickly flipped the lights on and saw Chuck Bass sitting on the floor in her foyer against the wall with a bottle of rum in his hand.

"Chuck, what are you doing? You scared me half to death." He sat perfectly still, just staring. "And what are you doing Chuck?" She motioned to the rum.

"I know," he drawled, "couldn't find any scotch. Rum had to suffice."

"I thought your uncle was supposed to be watching you. I knew I couldn't trust him."

"Couldn't trust him?" he said still not moving, "but you could do other things with him, couldn't you?"

"What?" she said cautiously, "Chuck, come on. You're talking nonsense, let's get you to bed. You can stay in the guest room. "She dropped her bag on the floor and knelt down to try and help him up. He still didn't move. Not even his eyes which were transfixed straight in front of him.

She inched closer to him and tried to get the bottle out of his hands. Only then did he move. He pulled the bottle back and threw it against the wall. "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!"

Blair jumped backwards in shock. "Chuck, what is wrong with you?! Are you insane?! You'll wake up the whole house."

"No one's here Waldorf." He said this tauntingly. "Mommy and Cyrus are in France." He threw a note at her. She guessed he must've picked it up when he walked in. She had to say rebut though.

"Well I'm sure Dorota's here."

"What, sleeping?" He got up and started to stagger around the foyer. "You don't pay her to sleep! DOROTA!"

"Chuck!" she got up and tried to grab him, but he pushed her away, nearly knocking her over.

"DOROTA!" As he screamed, he tripped over his untied shoelaces and toppled over onto the floor in a heap. "Ow. Ow. Ow." He rolled up into a ball and wrapped his arms around his knees.

All of a sudden Dorota came running out in her nightwear. "Miss Blair!"

"Dorota!" Blair looked at her apologetically. "I'm sorry. Chuck is slightly inebriated right now." She pointed toward the heap of Chuck Bass on the floor. "But since you're awake, would you just take care of this mess while I try and put him to sleep."

"Vut means in-ebbriatud?"

"Drunk." Blair put on a fake smile. "Thank you Dorota. Now would you please take care of the rum before it stains the wallpaper?"

"Yes Miss Blair." And she ran out to go get some cleaning supplies.

Blair looked over at Chuck, now motionless on the floor. "Okay Chuck." She knelt down once again and shoved an arm underneath his. His eyes flickered open, bloodshot and empty. He was gone at this point. Not even aware of where he was or even who Blair was. "Come on." She encouraged him to get up. Together, with a bit of a struggle, they managed to stand. Chuck's head hung down rolling around on his chest.

Dorota came back in with a mop and some towels. She quickly averted her eyes and pretended to concentrate on her work so as not to appear meddlesome.

Blair got Chuck over to the steps and somehow miraculously made it to the top. They were almost to the guest room when Chuck started to lose the ability to stand. He went a little limp in her arms and leaned against the door frame of blair's room.

"Chuck, no, no. Come on, let's keep going. We're almost there." His eyes were closed as he leaned against the door frame. She knew he could hear her. "Let's go, Chuck. Let's go to sleep, come on." She picked his face up in his hands and brushed some of his hair away from his eyes. All of a sudden his eyes grew wider and he mumbled something she couldn't understand.

"Bfrthrm."

"What sweetie?"

He spoke more clearly. "Bathroom."

"Uh oh. Okay. C'mon, move!" Chuck suddenly came alive as he stumbled into her room to get to her bathroom. He tripped and just made it onto the toilet as he got sick. Blair stood in the bathroom doorway and massaged her temples. She couldn't stand watching Chuck like this. It wasn't him. He was so vulnerable and not in control. She felt the tears sting and start to fall. She couldn't stop them this time, or run away. She had to stay.

She knelt down behind chuck and leaned him back against her. His eyes rolled back. He was passed out. She let him lean forward again in case he decided to throw up again. She hugged him from behind and rested her head on his back.

The tears and sobs that didn't happen that afternoon while she was getting ready came now. It was uncontrollable. She was inconsolable.

How did he find out? She may have played dumb before when he made that comment about his uncle, but she knew that he knew. And when he sobered up a little, he would leave. Just as he always did. She sobbed harder. The back of Chucks jacket was sopping wet with various liquids coming out of Blair's face. She didn't know what to do…for Chuck or for herself. All she could do was hold onto him until he woke up and left her.


Zzzzzzzzz.

Blair Jumped at the sound of her cell phone vibrating on the cold bathroom floor. She held it in front of her until her eyes focused on the name that came up. Cyrus?

Blair, we just landed. We'll be back next week. Hope you are well! Love, us.

Cyrus, she thought, my own mother couldn't even so much as send a text herself. She looked at the time. 4:00 Only two hours had passed. I guess they forgot the time difference. Chuck was still there. Her legs were tangled up with his as he was lying across the floor with his face smashed up against the base of the toilet.

"Shit," she grabbed his shoulders and tried to sit him up straight, groaning as she realized how much pain she was in from the awkward position she fell asleep in. "Come on, Chuck," she grunted. He opened his eyes and looked at her, still clearly drunk.

"You're pretty," he mumbled, and tried to snuggle into her neck.

"No, come on Chuck, you need to get in bed."

"Mmm only if you come with me," he grumbled.

"I will, I will," she said absentmindedly as she got him to his feet. She then realized what she just said, "I mean, no. We need to sleep."

"Okay. Fine," he said like a child who was denied his playtime, "can we snuggle though?"

"You're being silly Chuck," she laughed as she sat him down on her bed. She started to loosen his shirt and tie and take his jacket off of him.

"I am silly." Oh yeah, Blair thought, still drunk. "Lotta people dunno that bout Chuck Bass." He stared into space for a moment and looked into her eyes. "I'm a good person Blair…well at least, I want to be."

She stopped fussing with his clothes and put her small hand on his cheek. She felt her heart breaking. He was like a little boy, a little boy that wanted love. One who didn't get it from his father, and picked up bad habits to try to get his father's attention and love.

"I think you're a good person Chuck." He looked away from her. She could tell he had tears in his eyes. She grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. "I think that despite the fact that you have a tough, cold outer shell, you are not like that at all. I've seen the real Chuck Bass, and that," she pointed to the bathroom "is not him." He looked at the bathroom with an empty stare.

"Thank you," he said groggily, recovering from his tears.

She rubbed his shoulders lightly. "Let's go to sleep, Chuck." He nodded and fell back onto the pillow.

Blair crawled in next to him and fell into her large down pillow. He clearly didn't remember anything that had transpired the night before, or at least he was still too drunk and he would remember in the morning. Anyway even if he did completely forget, she was sure he'd find out some way. She realized as she had assessed all the thoughts she was thinking, that she had a wonderful knack for thinking extremely negatively. Probably why everything worked out so well for her... She also had a wonderful knack for sarcasm.

"Blair?" He pulled her out of her thoughts.

She turned to look at him behind her. "Yes?"

"Can we still snuggle?"

She smiled. "Of course." He moved closer and draped a hand around her torso. She took his hand and relaxed back into him, hoping that he would still be there when she woke up.