Hi everyone, I'm so glad you all like this story so much. I haven't been able to write much due to college, but I will try to write something once a month… I want this story to progress to the point where chuck and Blair are married with kids, so this story has a lot of possible scenarios.
In regards to the complaints that chucks actions at the end of the last chapter were creepy, let me just say that most pubescent boys are kind of pervy...I'm sure you remember. I wanted to show an honest interpretation of chucks character and I can totally picture him stealing a pair of Blares panties. Ok I'm off my soap box, here is a little chapter for your reading pleasure.
Hope you enjoy
Blair's birthday 8th grade
Dorota is taking the cake out of the oven when Nate and Chuck stumble into the kitchen with a burst of laughter. Dorota smiles at the boys and motions for them to sit down at the counter. They make themselves comfortable, grabbing cookies off of one of the many platters littering the counter top. When the boys don't stop giggling Dorota looks up to note their blood shot eyes and rumpled clothes. Dorota frowns and her eyes bug out in anger. She can't believe that these boys who she has watched grow up with her Miss. Blair, have done drugs, and on her mistress's birthday! Dorota slaps her hand on the counter to get their attention and starts to wave her arms as she admonishes them in polish.
Nate falls off his stool due to surprise, and Chuck looks down at Nate and then back at Dorota with amusement.
"Look what you've done Dorota you made Nathanial wet himself."
Chuck smirks, his speech smooth and hushed, his eyes hooded. Nate giggles and smirks not trying to get up .
"You bad boys, It Miss. Blair's birthday how could you do this!"
Nate continues to giggle and closes his eyes as Chuck contemplates Dorota's words and frowns.
"I'm not her boyfriend, just the corruptive influence." Chuck replies slouching on his stool his chin atop the palm of his hand.
Dorota shakes her head exasperated and moves to join the two boys on the other side of the kitchen island.
"You care for her Mr. Chuck, I know you."
Chuck grunts and smirks at her as she squats down on the floor to help Nate get up.
"Help me we need to get him in shower."
Chuck rolls his eyes at Dorota and Nathaniel, for a second he thinks about leaving them both in hopes that Blair will discover what her precious prince has done. He gets up to help when he comes to the conclusion that Blair will ultimately blame him for her boyfriends actions…which makes since seeing as he did push Nathanael into smoking in the first place. Chuck helps Dorota hoist him off the kitchen floor, and between the two of them they are able to carry Nate into Dorota's room.
"At least this way they can't be together." Chuck mumbles as he and Dorota dump Nate in the shower and turn on the water.
Dorota slaps his arm and chuck jumps slightly not expecting physical abuse from the portly maid.
"That is total BS as they say, Mr. Chuck."
He shrugs
"What do you suggest Dorota, I tie Nathaniel to the bed with my scarf while I seduce her?"
Dorota rolls her eyes and plops down on the covered toilet seat, her eyes drift to the fully clothed form of Nate, who is currently catching the spray of the shower on his protruding tongue.
"You wait, they break up, he not good for her, you wait Mr. Chuck."
"Why do you think I'm better? You know my reputation…."
Dorota looks up at Chucks discouraged form and smiles.
"Because you love her as much as I do, I know you a good boy deep down."
Chuck laughs and runs a hand through his hair, they both stand there in an awkward silence for a second listening to the sound of the shower and Nate's constant humming. Blair's dulcet tones cut thorough the air as she walks through the kitchen looking for Dorota.
"I go you clean him up, Miss Blair need to kiss him at midnight…make sure he can see straight."
Chuck nods looking down at his feet as she walks out of her suite to help Blair with whatever it is she needs. When their voices have trailed off Chuck leans against the closed door and bangs his head once, silently admonishing himself for his own pathetic-ness.