A/N – Might just be a oneshot, not sure where to take it! please read, enjoy and review! I'm on holiday for 2 weeks as of tomorrow, so I figured this was a good time to publish, as this way I won't be constantly checking if anyone's reviewed! hope you like it!

As he entered the apartment he found her curled up with a bottle of vodka in her hands on the sofa, like he had done for the past week or so now, she looked up at him with her big doe eyes and smiled a crooked, drunken smile. He sighed. He always tried to choose his words wisely, careful to avoid the same repeated argument, but it was somehow getting to much to handle. He felt like he'd switched places with Blair as he found himself reciting his "I'm Chuck bass" mantra over and over in his head as hopes to keep himself from tipping right over the edge. With each day he found her like this and each time she wouldn't talk to him he found himself edging closer and closer to the border of sanity. And he was beginning to wonder if Blair had already crossed the line into insane. No matter how hard he tried, or the number of different words he came up with as an attempt to get her to talk to him they always had the same argument (you used to be like this, she would say, he'd come back with something along the lines of, until I had you, oh don't act like you never dabble in the odd illegal activity she would laugh as he watched her take drugs, drink, smoke etc, I get it you want to hurt me like I hurt you, you succeeded a long time ago, he would shout back, no Chuck this isn't about you, the world doesn't revolve) and they would argue and argue until he gave up, he apologised and kissed her sweetly and they would curl up together on the bed, sometimes but not very often it would go further, last night it had and he'd noticed as he stripped off Blair's clothes that she was extremely thin and frail, and she'd been covering it up under multiple layers of clothes, Chuck had almost started to think she had gained a little weight, he liked it, that meant she felt comfortable enough with him, she no longer felt the need to be perfect. Turned out he was wrong, when he'd woken up to her vomiting this morning he fought the urge to run in and stop her, he knew from past experience and Serena and Eric that it would never work, she would run and he would never get anything from her, so when she came out the bathroom, he was still "asleep"