Disclaimer: I really wish that I owned Chace Crawford or at least had him handcuffed in my closet but unfortunately I do not, nor do I own any of the characters associated with the show or the books

This is just a cute little fluff of my favorite pairing and I really hope you'll like it

Our Happily Ever After

A Blair Nate Production

Nate's POV

It was just like any other ordinary day, except for the fact that it wasn't so ordinary. Chuck had sold her out for the hotel and she had come to him in tears, telling him all.

Nate shook his head, knuckles turning white around the glass that he was holding. He stared down at the golden liquid, wishes that it could solve all of his problems.

Chuck was his best friend, and despite his sketchy past, despite everything bad that he had ever done, he was a decent guy and Nate had honestly believed that he had changed when he started dating Blair.

Obviously he hadn't, because no matter how tight of a spot he was in, he shouldn't have done that, he shouldn't have played on Blair's feelings for him. She was devastated and worst of all, he couldn't do anything about it.

Nate knew what it was like, he had hurt Blair too many times to have the right to even try to comfort her, he was lucky enough that they had been able to repair their friendship.

Despite their own rocky relationship and how bitchy Blair could be at times, he still did care about her a lot and he couldn't stand to see her in such anguish, it was heartbreaking.

Nate took a deep sip of his drink and sighed as he looked at the sleeping girl on his couch. She was in yesterday's clothes, her makeup was smudged and yet she had never looked so beautiful before in Nate's opinion.

She looked so fragile. Nate thought back to the previous night when Blair had showed up at his apartment door in tears, babbling incoherently. He hadn't known what to do, so he just wrapped his arms around her and let her half sob, half drink away her problems as she told him all about it.

Blair's POV

Blair groggily opened her eyes to find Nate staring at her lovingly. In a rush, the memories of the previous night returned. God, she had a massive headache, she must look like a mess.

She groaned and wiped her eyes, mascara rubbing off onto her hand. She stood up slowly. "Bathroom." She muttered as Nate gave her a worried look.

Blair stumbled into the bathroom. One glance in the mirror and she sighed heavily. She turned on the water in the shower so that it could heat up and walked to Nate's room. Without a second thought, she grabbed one of his shirts and a pair of drawstring shorts.

Blair made her way back to the bathroom, stripping and stepping under the warm water in the shower with a sigh of contentment. She was in the shower for around forty minutes, coming out feeling refreshed and smelling like Nate's body wash.

She pulled on her makeshift clothes and finger combed through her hair. She walked back to the kitchen where the smell of food made her stomach growl. Thinking back to it, she hadn't eaten anything at all since lunch yesterday.

Nate's POV

Nate heard a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sigh and turned away from the stove, where he had been making some scrambled eggs. What he saw nearly made his jaw drop.

He looked at Blair in awe for a moment before turning back to his eggs. "Hope you don't mind, I'm not a French chef or anything but I figured that you'd be hungry." He shrugged and turned to look at her again, taking in the oversized t-shirt and baggy shorts once more.

"Nate, I'd eat just about anything right now, even your bad cooking." she smiled at him. "And thanks, for everything." She opened a cabinet and pulled out two plates, setting them down on the marble counter in the center of the kitchen that served as a table.

"My cooking's not that bad."Nate replied with a laugh, it was good to see that she was capable of being herself but he was still worried about her.

Nate turned the stove off and dished eggs onto both plates. He grabbed two forks and sat down next to her. They, both, surprisingly because it was Blair and unsurprisingly because of the situation ate in silence.

It was a comfortable silence and Nate was actually finding himself relieved because he didn't have the faintest clue of what to say or do if she asked him anything serious at the moment. It was all so confusing; he couldn't answer his own questions.

They finished eating and Nate allowed Blair to drag him to the couch and force him to watch Breakfast At Tiffany's for the billionth time because he knew that she'd appreciate it. He wrapped her arm around her, it just seemed like the natural thing to do and she didn't shrug his arm off so he assumed that she was fine with it.

By the end of the movie, her head was resting against his chest and she was cuddling in his lap.

Blair's POV

He was so warm and she fit perfectly against him unlike Chuck. It was like their bodies were sculpted perfectly for each others. She took a deep breath, enjoying the familiar smell of Nate. He was breathing slow, steady breathes and she found it relaxing. She snuggled deeper into him.

It was then that she heard Nate mumble something, his breath warm against her ear. Blair froze, not from the welcomed warmth radiating from Nate but what the words that his indistinct mumbling sounded like.

They sounded suspiciously like, "I love you."

Wooh! So this just turned from a oneshot to a twoshot unless people would like for me to make it into a longer story-if so tell me in a review or message.