Chuck and Blair were walking out of La Bernardin(AN: a seafood restaurant in Manhattan) to the limo. They were silent until they were comfortably inside of the dark limo. Blair looked out of her window and saw a couple across the street walking hand in hand and kissing. Why can't I have that? Every relationship that I think that will work out never does, but, maybe it's not meant to be.

Chuck suddenly spoke, "Well, Waldorf, time to take you home I have important business to do at Victrola,"

"What important business, you hardly own any shares in it any more, so the only thing that you are going to be doing is watching the whores up on stage while you get drunk,"

"Yes, you're right, I will defiantly be getting drunk, but might I mention that you yourself were once a whore on stage with the rest of them,"

"That time doesn't count I was drunk and you dared me to go up there,"

"Blair, I really want to get to Victrola before the night ends, I'm meeting someone," complained Chuck.

"Chuck, you disgust me," sneered Blair.

"Okay, I think I knew that much, so I still don't understand at what you're getting at,"

"Bye Chuck, have a nice night at Victrola with all your dirty whores," told Blair as she opened the door on her side the limo.

"Blair, wait let the limo and I take you, I don't want you getting in a filthy taxi,"

"Chuck, I can take care of myself, I don't need you," said Blair slammed the door in Chuck's face.

Blair walked away and hailed a taxi and told the driver to go her Park Ave. apartment first, but boy did Blair have an excellent plan for later that night. Blair went home and changed into a small slinky Nicole Miller mini dress, after getting ready she called Serena.
"Serena, I need some useless guy to take to a club tonight, can you find me one?"
"B, what's going on, are you okay?"
"S, please can you tell some unimportant St. Jude's guy to meet me at Victrola?"
"Is this about Chuck?"
"What, no why would it? I just want to go dancing with a guy tonight you know just let loose,"
"Ok, B, whatever you say, I 'll try, and he'll hopefully be there around 12:30 is that ok?"
"Perfect, just to let you know I'm not mad about lunch this morning,"
"B, I'm sorry, you should be mad though, I always overbook and I should have called and said something,"
"It's ok, just pull through a guy, please, S"
"I'll text you with a pic when I find the guy,"
"ok bye S,"
"Bye, B,"
Blair had her deadly plot all planned out, she was going to dance in front of Chuck, and while he sat there getting lap dances from God knows who, while he was wishing that it was Blair giving him a lap dance. While primping her luscious chestnut curls in the bathroom, her phone went off signally that she got a text message. She padded over desk to read the new message:

From: Nate Archibald
To: Blair Waldorf
Blair something really bad has happened, go to Victrola, Chuck needs you.

What was going on was all Blair thought she knew she was ready, so reluctantly she went down the apartment's elevator and hailed a cab to Victrola. It was almost 12:00 when Blair arrived at Victrola.

The bouncer let her in right away recognizing her face. Blair first stopped for a gin and tonic at the bar and proceeded to wind her way through the dance floor to reach the back office. Blair reached for the handle assuming that it would be locked, but when she started to turn it she found out that the door was unlocked. Right when she walked in she saw Chuck lying on the white leather couch not really moving. Blair set her drink down on his desk and when over to him.

"Chuck, are you awake?" said Blair loudly.

"......" Chuck said nothing

Then Blair looked over to the side table next to the couch, she saw a Valium bottle next to a liter of Scotch that was half empty.

Oh god. Was all that went through Blair's mind. Quickly grabbing her cell phone of her sliver clutch she pressed speed dial for Serena. 1....2....3...rings and the call went to her voice mail. Dammit! Thought Blair, she was at the point of hysteria. Chuck was unconscious and probably slipping into a coma. The next number she frantically called was Nate. 1...2 rings and he picked up,

"Blair? Are you at Victrola?"

"Yes, Nate he's not talking, he's unconscious!"

"Calm gown Blair have his chauffeur carry him to the limo out back, and don't take your eyes off him, I'll meet you in the limo so I can ride with you to the hospital,"

"okay." said Blair shakily.

Blair sit on her usual side of the limo and now with Chuck's head resting in her lap while she stroked his hair. She then heard Nate outside murmuring on the phone, she guessed that he was arranging something so that Chuck could be brought into the hospital with privacy.

Then the limo door opened and she saw Nate look at her then look at Chuck, then look at her again, and at that moment Blair and Nate realized exactly who Blair loved, it had always been Chuck. But, neither of them brought it up or said anything, it wasn't the right time, they had to make sure Chuck was okay.

"Blair, how is he?" asked Nate as he sat down on the side seat while the limo began to creep out of the back ally way onto Manhattan's busy streets.

"He is breathing, a little though, I can hardly hear it," spoke Blair softly looking down, wishing Serena were here comforting her rather Nate just sort of "being" there. But, one thing was for certain she couldn't handle going to the hospital alone, she couldn't of done it.

The ride to the hospital was quiet out of respect for Chuck who still lay motionless laying in Blair lap. In the rear entrance to the Mount Sinai hospital in Manhattan, was where a stretcher came out and Chuck was placed on it.

One of the EMTs began to ask Blair,

"If you're the girlfriend we will need you to come with,us and only one person it allowed until he as been officially submitted,"

Blair looked over to Nate, with a terrified expression on her face, but all he did was nod in the direction of the hospital doors, motioning for her to go with Chuck. Once Blair nodded towards the EMT, he let her grab part of Chuck's stretcher to begin walking towards the ER.

Blair looked behind her and Nate was gone. She was officially alone with Chuck. She was taking care of him more than he would ever take care of her. But , Blair knew then she would do anything for the man that was Chuck Bass. Even if it meant that she would have to travel to the ends the Earth and back.