Once Blair had arrived home, she went upstairs immediately. She ignored Dorota's suspicious looks that followed her up the stairs.
"Miss Blair?" Dorota asked as she followed her in Blair's room.
"You haven't even started to pack, have you?" Blair snapped, glaring at her usually so loyal maid.
"No. First I waited if you really mean." Dorota answered honestly, glaring right back.
"Why thank you for doing what I told you, employee!" Blair yelled as she walked in her closet and grabbed one of her suitcases. Dorota rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Chuck?" she asked carefully while Blair slammed her suitcase on the bed.
"Who else." Blair sighed. Dorota nodded and watched Blair throwing clothes and shoes on the bed.
"I pack beauty case." Dorota said and went in the bathroom. She pretended to pack things while really she texted.
Mister Chuck. U need 2 come. Ms Blair packing suitcases.
Dorota hit the sent button before Blair entered the bathroom and could stop her. She sighed.
"You texted him." she stated with a shake of her head. Disappointment and Anger visible on her face.
"I did." Dorota replied coolly. "Time to run away over." she stated seriously, obviously not sorry.
"Fine. Go home then. I'll sleep here, in my bed tonight." Blair sighed, pointing at the door. "He won't come here anyway. Chuck Bass is a coward after all." Her mind wandered back to the afternoon they had spent and the way Chuck distracted her so he could avoid her going to the auction after all.
"Good idea." Dorota agreed happily before she left for the night. She didn't know and didn't want to now what was going on again between Chuck and Blair but she knew that their complicated relationship wouldn't get better if one of them kept running. They had made so much progress over the summer, it would be a waste to let that all burn to nothing over whatever dilemma they had that day.
Chuck read the text in disbelief. One summer. That was how long they had been happy before he already had screwed it up now? That couldn't be true. He took his phone and pushed a speed dial number.
"Dexter, please bring my car around. I need to go to the Upper East Side immediately." he commanded.
"Very well, sir." Dexter answered before he hung up.
Chuck took his coat and went to the elevator. He had to fix this. Usually, he'd stop somewhere to get a bouquet of peonies but if Blair was really in such a destructive mood, there was no time to waste.
Miss Blair stays home. U should c her thou.
Chuck let out a deep breath, happy that Dorota was on his side for once and kept him well informed. So there was time for flowers after all.
Thank you Dorota. I will.
Blair put the suitcase on the floor but decided that she wouldn't unpack it now. In fact, she would just throw even more on the floor in the morning and let Dorota pick it up and get her closet back to the usual fine organized system that it was. It would be the perfect punishment for the little traitor.
Maybe some cake would comfort her? No, fashion week was coming up soon enough. Instead, she decided to kicked off her shoes and get rid of her dress and went to her comfortable bed in nothing but her underwear.
She'd missed this bed. And the silence here. But her heart still felt heavy. She tried her best to just appreciate the moment but instead found herself crying to sleep several minutes later. He'd hurt her and he didn't even care. At least he didn't seem to. He knew where she was. Why didn't he come to her?
"Don't cry, please." his husky voice whispered before she could finish her thought. Her eyes blinked open after some seconds. There he stood, peonies in one, his coat in the other hand. He dropped both when her tears filled eyes met his dark ones. He came closer and stopped when he only stood two feet away from her.
"Get out." she tried to snap but it only came out with sobs.
"No." He replied firmly. He kicked off his shoes and she turned away from him. She felt the comforter being lifted. He got in beside her, she could feel him still be dressed. He pulled her in a tight embrace and she let him. He pulled her back tightly against his chest and kissed her head.
"I'm not crying." Blair stated as if she tried to convince herself.
"You are. And it makes me feel even worse." Chuck whispered as he kissed the nape of her neck. She could hear that he was hurting too. But she didn't have it in her heart to comfort him this time.
"Don't expect me to comfort you now, Chuck." She told him. "You made me feel cheap." She added in a whisper. If he weren't that close to her, he would have missed it. He closed his eyes and gulped.
"I never meant to make you feel anything but happy." Chuck said honestly. He knew he would fail eventually. But he didn't expect her to react like this. He had seen the suitcase but yet had to make a comment about it. Blair appreciated it.
"I'm not happy right now." Blair admitted. A part of her wanted to hurt him like he had hurt her.
"I know."He said as he rubbed his cheek softly against the side of her head. He longed for her to react somehow so badly. He felt his eyes water up so he closed them tightly.
They didn't speak for a while. Blair was about to ask if he was still awake when she heard it. A tiny sniff. It made her heart break a little. The last time he'd been crying was when his dad died. It also had been on this bed. It made her a little bit proud that he felt safe enough to show his emotions when he was here. In her little world, with her in his arms.
"Are you crying?" Blair whispered as she took his hand in hers and squeezed them a bit. She didn't turn around still. It was to dangerous. She was scared of what she might see.
"No. I'm not." he replied although he was lying, some tears made their way down his cheeks. "You can have the picture." she tried when he kissed her shoulder.
"It's too late. It's past midnight." Blair resumed in a soft, nonchalant tone. She tried her very best to sound careless so he wouldn't feel even worse.
"I'm sorry." he told her regretful, kissing her shoulder once again. "Blair you know that you don't need those people to tell you that you're special. You know that right? You're Blair Waldorf."
"Just like you know that you don't need to bribe business partner. You're Chuck Bass." Blair returned in the same serious voice. She finally turned around to met his gaze. They eyes locked even as he leaned in to kiss her softly.
"I love you, Blair." He swore.
"I love you, too. And I believe in you." She promised with a nod.
"I'm so sorry." he said once again, more tears slipping down his cheeks and she knew that he wasn't just talking about the picture but also about the many times he had hurt her before yet hadn't apologized before.
"I know." Blair said, offering him a small smile and it saved him. They feel asleep in each others arms, holding on to each other as if the world would end if they stopped.
Next morning.
Blair woke up slowly. She tried to reach for him but the bed was empty beside her. Her eyes snapped open.
"Chuck?" She asked loudly as she sat up. There he was, in her closet, putting her clothes back on their usually place. She smiled.
"I'm here." he returned as he picked up two Dior dresses and put them back in the D section of her rack.
"Come back to bed." She pouted sweetly and he couldn't help but smirk. He dropped the dresses and climbed back in beside her.
"Have you slept at all?" She said as she caressed his jaw and inspected the dark circles under his eyes with a serious frown.
"A bit, I think." He answered her.
"You thought too much." Blair stated as she kissed his cheek.
"I should have thought more yesterday, than the day would have turned out differently." Chuck told her seriously, avoiding her gaze.
"I can't argue on that." She agreed but without judgment in her voice. He'd been through enough of self blame last night, she could tell the moment she'd seen his face.
"I can't believe that you almost run out on me." He whispered before he kissed her forehead softly for a long moment.
"Hey, I never meant to run out on you. I will never leave you, Chuck. You hear me?" Blair said as she shot up, taking his face in her hands and made him look her in the eyes. She saw that tiny bit of doubt in his eyes.
"Yes." Chuck answered simply. His reaction was too short, too obvious what was on his mind.
"You believe me?" Blair asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"Make me." he pleaded. Soon, they were both undressed and moved in union, living their passion and feel the blissful silence afterwards. Closer embraced than ever.
"Chuck, I want you to believe me that I'll never leave you. I'll always be there for you. I just thought of a little time with my parents." Blair whispered. They lay on their sides, faces only an inch away, they were breathing the same air, their lips were almost touching.
"I believe you." Chuck promised and she believed him. The love and honesty in his eyes was all she needed to see.
"You know, I'd rather skip on these stories of our love when our children will be old enough to ask questions." Blair told him after a while.
"Children?" Chuck wondered out loud. Yes, they had talked about their future but never about such details.
"Of course, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Don't you?" Blair asked seriously.
"Yes." Chuck told her with another kiss. "But would you rather tell them that everything has to be like a fairytale?" he wondered. He wouldn't want his children to have to go through what they had when she ran after Nate and he was too proud to tell her that he wanted her.
"No. Not like a fairytale. I mean, I had the Prince, and just look how much happier and in love I am with the dark knight." She chuckled and he loved that sound.
"Give me a kiss, Princess." He demanded and she obliged with pleasure.
"What's this?" Chuck chuckled as she handed him the bright colored gift with a huge smile on her face.
"Open it." Blair encouraged him as she sat down on his desk, pushing important paper away so he had place to sit down comfortable.
"It's a scarf." Chuck said surprised as he picked up the really soft yellow scarf. He frowned a bit since it was rather short. Maybe one and a half foot at max. "You know, I'm all for pastel colors but this looks like a…."
"A baby scarf. Put it somewhere safe for the future, will you?" Blair finished his sentence and delivered her request at once. Chuck pulled her in his lap and kissed her passionate.
"Yes." he promised. "I love you."
"So do I." Blair smirked before she pulled him in another meaningful kiss.
The End. (for now)
A/N: Happy New Year you all. I hope you liked it. Please leave me a review and tell me if it's any good.
