A Patent Proposal

Aimee

Part 1

Today was the most significant day in his whole life. It's more memorable than Independence Day when the martyrs were commemorated. It's more sacred than Christmas Day when Jesus was born. It's even more impressive than the Thanksgiving Day when Blair would dress up like a little cook, which he secretly considered sexy rather than cute.

Because today was the day Chuck Bass would propose to Blair Waldorf. It was the day his beautiful girlfriend would turn into his fiancé, to-be-bride.

She would say yes of course. He was completely positive that she would. He was quite sure that she would. He was…Fine. He was afraid that she would not. Despite the fact that Blair Waldorf had planned her wedding since she was five, the man in her scrapbook who held her hand and promised her everything in the future when she was in a ridiculously fancy white dress with a diamond ring sparkling on her delicate finger was never him.

Six years had passed since he first said those three words, eight letters. Two years since she graduated from Columbia. One year since she moved in with him. And exactly 364 days since he began to think all the possible methods to propose to his girlfriend.

First he thought he could propose to her on their limo-sex anniversary, but the idea that she may mistook his proposal as a result of pure lust rather than the romantic feeling overwhelming him day and night made him reconsider. Then he decided the day he first confessed his love to her was great, but when he prepared his surprise dinner for her, his nervousness caught him that he accidently burnt his own finger and then bumped his head to the door of their kitchen. A finger wrapped in bandages and a lump on his forehead took the place of his unfinished dinner becoming her big surprise. When she kissed him on lips that evening, the guilt that if he proposed at that moment he would surely damage her dream of a perfect engagement made him dumb.

Sometimes he didn't understand why she never brought this topic up. He really wished she would give a hint that she's ready to take a further step in their relationship. Damn it. She could threaten to leave him if he didn't give her a ring or trick him into believing he had knocked her up. He would be glad to fall into her trap. It would make everything simple. When she was a teenage girl she always talked about her engagement and wedding and marriage to no end which made his best friend want to jump a cliff. But now with him, to his disappointment, she had never said a word about it. That's why he's really nervous and quite eager to tie her down.

She said she loved him, and he believed her. But he was always afraid someday she would wake up and suddenly come to her sense, realizing she could do better than him. She would know how gorgeous, magnificent, brilliant, sweet and so damn sexy she was that she could find someone who wasn't so arrogant, stubborn and self-centered like him, someone who was able to prepare a dinner without his finger burnt and his head bumped, someone who wouldn't pick senseless fights with her just because he thought she was cute when being mad, someone who could tell her 'I love you' without letting her down countless times and waiting for almost a whole fucking year.

He didn't know if she would be happier without him, but as the selfish bastard he was, he wouldn't lose her to anyone no matter what a prince charming that loser was. So he decided to propose to her and marry her and even have kids with her before she had any chance to back down.

Despite the two former unsuccessful never-happened-proposals, this time he was really truly going to propose to her, no matter how serious he burnt his finger or how hard he bumped his head. Unlike the two times before, tonight was not any anniversary of them. He now really believed that their anniversaries had been cursed maybe because there were so many of them that God couldn't remember them all and the fact made that always almighty one furious. However, he could assure her that this proposal was going to be special, really special.

Besides, he reasoned, after tonight they would have another anniversary to celebrate. That meant she would get a gift more every year in the future. And Blair loved gifts. That made his proposal more acceptable, right? Good idea.

Now table had been set. Candles had been lighted. Pink peonies were in the vase at the table while the ring box was safely tucked in his pocket. Everything was prepared except the fact that she hadn't come home yet.

She had called, explaining to him that her boss asked for overtime. Even though he fucking wanted to curse both her boss and her career to hell, he knew better than to upset a girl when he planned to propose to her in a few hours. He didn't understand why she insisted on working when he obviously had the ability to support them. And also, no matter how much he hated the endearment "sweetie" and the eerily sweet voice of hers and especially the combination of both because all of them meant she was going to ask for something he wouldn't be happy to give, concession always gained the upper hand over his anger.

"I'll be a little late." She said apologetically, then settled on a lower voice, "And I promise I'll make it up to you."

"I'm sure you will." He smiled, imaging the proper compensation he would be granted, "I'll be waiting for you."

"I love you." She assured him.

"I love you, too." He said, trying his best to keep his voice even in case of leaking his big plan for tonight.

He never thought the generosity-showing gesture would turn to be the worst decision he had ever made.

tbc

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