The Seven Stages of Love and Butterflies

Part 2 – Guilt

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"So, we actually managed to escape our houses to eat…fast food." Blair laughed. She ate a fry. This was the farthest from the all time low she was at last Thanksgiving.

"Would you honestly want to go to a stuffy restaurant to eat overcooked turkey?" Chuck raised his eyebrow playfully as he ate a fry himself.

"I suddenly love it here." Blair rolled her eyes in sarcasm. Chuck seemed slightly hurt. "I'm kidding." And she was.

She laughed out of nowhere. He looked at her inquisitively. "I just remembered that we together last Thanksgiving."

"We were a couple?" It was a mix between a statement and a question.

"Yes," She rolled her eyes again and ate another fry. "I didn't see you, though."

"I was busy," He said quickly. He looked at the tablecloth, pretending to be interested.

"Doing what?" And Chuck knew he had instantly been caught.

And so Chuck told her the Thanksgiving of 07 prostitute story. Blair's face fell farther down with every word.

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"That was interesting." Blair was deathly pale as she gathered her things to leave."I have to go."

He stood up and stopped her.

"Blair, I know I don't deserve you." Blair was taken aback by this. "And I probably never will."

He just felt like a piece of crap. He was in an actual, albeit short, relationship with Blair at the time and he had still gone on his annual prostitute hunt.

Blair just looked down and shook her head.

"It's not that, sweetie." Chuck was taken aback by the nickname. "I always thought I never deserved you."

"What?" Chuck was confused.

"That day I told Serena I was using you." Blair said quickly and guiltily.

"Were you?" It was all he could ask.

"No," Blair shook her head. "I didn't want it that way at first but it ended that way."

"Oh," He was surprised by the answer.

"I didn't want to admit to myself that I had butterflies." She gave him a soft and innocent look.

"Oh," He said again. He didn't know what to say.

She laughed then. "Then I guess we don't deserve each other."

"We're even." Chuck extended his hand and Blair shook it. They started laughing again.

"But I do actually have to go." She laughed harder. "Eleanor's freaking out about the party."

She gave him a peck on the lips. "Bye, sweetie." She answered her ringing phone and rushed out.

Chuck paid for the check. Sweetie. Eh, he would get used to it.

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Author's Note: This was actually more of a softer part to the set. I wanted to make Thanksgiving one of the softer ones.

The next one, Fear, is about Christmas. D

Review! Thanks, Cass (And if you don't like semi-spoilers, don't read the postscript.)

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P.S: And I happened to hear that there is going to be an episode for Thanksgiving and one for Christmas again. I didn't find Blair Waldorf Must Pie (one of my favorites) or Roman Holiday to be bad, so this might be something to look forward to!