I'm surprised at how fast I wrote this chapter. But I was highly motivated because of all the wonderful reviews! So I slaved over my computer for HOURS. Hope you like it.
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Chuck sat in the courtyard at school, staring at a blank piece of paper, trying to muster up some words in his head. He tapped his pencil against his head. He had to get this paper done! And soon! It was due tomorrow.
It sucked actually caring about school now. He wanted to be a different person, which meant getting good grades.
Blair had just entered the courtyard, but stopped as soon as she saw him. She watched him a moment until she saw he was getting frustrated and wandered over to him.
"Hey." She sat beside him. "What are you doing?"
"Writing a paper for English. And if you can't tell, it's not going to well." He motioned to the blank paper in front of him.
"What do you have to write about?" She asked. She tried not to sound too interested, even though she was. She didn't want to be interested in what was going on with him, and she really shouldn't be…but she was. 'Why? Why do I care what he has to say? It's crazy to think that I like him.' She said in her head.
"It has to be something 'emotional'," He made air quotes, "And I'm not fucking smart enough for this!" He slammed his notebook shut and threw it on the table.
Blair was startled by his sudden outburst, "Well, you're not dumb that's for sure."
"Oh yeah?" He asked not believing her.
"Yes…" She said with her Blair smile. The mischievous one. "You are the only person I know that is actually smarter than I am."
Chuck laughed a few times. She sure knew how to flatter herself. "Too bad my genius brain isn't too good about putting words on paper."
"You just need to find something to write about. Something that you're passionate about."
He looked at her a moment, "Well, what the hell is that? Sex? Money?"
"I know you're passionate about more stuff that just that." Well she hoped anyways.
"Whatever." He muttered.
Nate came through one of the arches into the courtyard, but as soon as he saw Blair talking to Chuck he started backing away. But not soon enough for Chuck not see him. He gave him a glare, and Nate knew he was in trouble.
"We could go for a walk in the park…it might clear your mind." What the hell? A walk in the park? What the fuck was she doing? Blair knew she should not have let that slip through her lips.
"Sorry, Blair. Maybe another time." He brushed her off, barely acknowledging her. She wasn't even sure he had heard what she'd said. He stood up from the table and shoved his notebook in his bag.
"Oh right, yeah. It was stupid of me to suggest it. You're probably busy." She sputtered out.
"Right." He hurried off to catch up to Nate.
She sat at the table alone, cursing herself for being such a bumbling idiot. Asking him to go on a walk in the park? How insane had she gone?
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Chuck caught up to Nate walking in the hall and pushed him into the wall and held him there.
"I would say 'Ow', but that was kind of a weak push." Nate joked.
"Why weren't you at her party? And what were you doing with some blonde whore?" He got close to his face.
"Well first of all, I didn't go because we broke up. And I've made the decision not to get back together with her. Second, she wasn't a whore. It was Jenny Humphrey-"
"Jenny Humphrey?" Chuck interrupted.
"Yes! And we're just friends! Now get off me!" He pushed him away so he wasn't pinned against the wall.
"Do you know how upset she was? Everybody at the party saw the picture of you and Jenny. You embarrassed her in front of everyone!"
"Since when do you care so much?"
"Since you started messing everything up!"
"You're supposed to be my friend not my father."
"I'm just warning you, Nathaniel. One day you're going to realize that girl you've been with since kindergarten is everything you want, but it'll be too late cause she'll have already found someone else." Chuck left him standing there to think about it. He knew he would realize that Blair was great, it just may take time.
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Blair was still thinking about what a complete fool she had made of herself when Serena interrupted her thoughts. "B, what are you doing sitting here all by yourself. Where's your little clique?" She looked around, knowing they were never far away.
'Oh yeah, well, I just asked Chuck to take a walk in the park with me, but he pretty much ignored me and ran off.' The conversation ran through her head, and she imagined the look Serena would giver her. "Just thinking…of how I could get Nate back." She gazed at her friend with sulky eyes and a pouting lip. There was no way she was going to tell her the real reason she was sitting here by herself.
"Aw, I'm sorry." She leaned her head against Blair's. "He's gonna realize how stupid he's been and come groveling to you to take him back." She tried to cheer her up, "It will be so pathetic and heart wrenching that you'll beg him to stop, I promise." She laughed.
It did get Blair laughing and put her in a better mood, until the bell rang and it was time to go to class.
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At lunch, Blair was surrounded by all her friends. Serena had even ditched Dan that day to hang out with her. But they were all going out of their way not to mention her birthday party. It was getting annoying and she had started ignoring them. All their conversations were boring and pointless.
She hadn't taken more than one bite of her yogurt, she wasn't hungry. She drummed her phone against her leg, which made her look nervous and anxious.
"B? You okay?" Serena asked.
Blair was startled, but she nodded, "Yeah, fine." She put on a fake smile.
Serena knew it was best to just let her be. All she wanted was Nate back, she knew she would be better soon.
"So, there's this like really hot guy, that's like a friend of my brother's," Kati started saying, but they were just useless words in Blair's mind. "And he would be like perfect for you, Blair. You want me to set you up?"
"No, thank you." She said plainly, not bothering to look up at her. She scrolled through her contacts list in her phone and ran across Chuck's name. He hung out with Nate at lunch. She was pretty sure they smoked weed everyday…but it wouldn't hurt to text him…
Hey, hows the paper coming?
-B
It didn't take him long at all to reply, and she tried to refrain from smiling when her phone buzzed, but she still smiled.
it fucking sucks
-C
sorry, could i help with anything?
-B
i wish
-C
Well, what was she supposed to say to that? She didn't want to end their conversation, so she would just change the subject.
so, what r u doing 4 thanksgiving?
-B
spending it with my father. i wish i could die now. but what about u? i happen to know its your fav holiday
-C
it is! my dads coming!
-B
awesome how much have u seen him since he left?
-C
i havent seen him at all! so im really excited.
-B
cool. so u w/ the minions right now?
-C
ugh yes. dumb bitches. y?
-B
well someone asked me if i wanted to take a walk in the park w/ them…
-C
Her heart jumped when she read the message.
haha! ur not w/ nate?
-B
no…im actually in the park right now, if u wanted 2 join me.
-C
b right there.
-B
She got up from the step and threw her yogurt in the nearest trashcan. "So I need to get something back at school…and it might take awhile…so I'll just see you guys after lunch." She started walking off.
"B?" Serena asked, confused.
"Sorry, I've got to hurry. Need it NOW."
She walked at the fastest pace she could, all the way to the park. When she reached it she saw Chuck not far from the entrance, but he was talking to some girl. She didn't look like anyone she knew until she got closer.
"Chuck!" She called out when she was approaching him. He was supposed to be paying attention to her not some other bitch. He turned around and smiled at her, but as he turned she got a better look at the girl. "What's Vanessa doing here?" She asked Chuck as she walked up to them.
"Oh, she was recording something for some video thing." He mumbled the explanation.
"Yeah, I needed some shots of some trees, and this seemed like the perfect-" Vanessa helped with a better story, but was interrupted.
"Right. Well, Chuck and I are taking a walk. So we'll see you later." She tugged on his arm so he would start walking with her.
He laughed at her attempt to pull him away, "You're so weak."
"Am not!" She told him angrily, but couldn't help but giggle.
"Sorry Vanessa. I have to go." He continued laughing and turned his full attention on Blair, "Seriously, you have no muscle."
"Shut up!"
"Right. Okay, bye!" Vanessa turned her camera back on and started filming trees again.
"Uh, why were you talking to her?" Blair wasn't jealous…she just wanted to know. Curiosity was her only motive…yeah right.
"She recognized me from when Dan introduced us and I wasn't going to ignore her or something. That would be rude."
She gasped, "Chuck Bass! I don't know you at all!" She said in a sarcastically, dramatic voice.
He laughed at her joke, but said nothing back. They were walking together in silence. Very awkward.
"So why did you ask me to come here?" Blair tried to start up a conversation.
"I think you were the one who asked me." Chuck said with a mischievous grin. "But, I wanted to tell you I talked to Nate…"
Her heart sank a little bit when she realized he had wanted to see her to talk about Nate. Of course she still did want to get back together with him, she loved him after all. But being with Chuck made her want to act like Nate was nonexistent. "Ugh, let's not talk about him." She suggested.
"You don't want to talk about him? Well, I just figured…"
He had no idea she had a growing crush on him. She found his oblivion cute. "What are you doing with your dad on thanksgiving?" she changed the subject.
"Uh, sitting there in total silence while we eat a meal completely prepared by some gourmet chef."
"You don't like your dad?" She never knew much about Chuck's home life so she was budding with curiosity and concern.
"No, he doesn't like me." He felt like opening up to Blair. If he couldn't have her as his lover, he wanted to be her friend. And telling her things about him would make her trust him more.
"What?" Blair was feeling sorry for him, and she rarely felt sorry for anyone. How could a father not like his own son?
"It's a pretty serious talk for a walk in the park…"
"If you don't want to tell me about it that's fine." She was jumpy from nervousness.
"No, I do…just not now."
"That's okay. We can just talk about something else." They kept walking through the park. Blair gazed up at the trees, the multi-colored leaves were everywhere. "Remember when we used to do this when we were kids? I loved it during autumn."
"All I remember is Nate pushing Serena in a pile of leaves, and you went off and pouted cause he wasn't paying attention to you." He poked fun at her.
"Well I had good reason too. I don't like it when people ignore me." She pretended to pout.
"I know." He chuckled.
"But you always paid attention to me."
"I was always too scared not to!"
"That was the only reason?" She sounded disappointed.
"I always thought you were better than Serena, if that counts as a reason to pay attention to you."
Blair didn't think she had ever heard someone say that. She was better than Serena? She felt like kissing him. What? No! Not kissing him…just thanking him, graciously. She shook any thoughts of kissing from her mind, and they were long gone.
All she could do was smile at him, until she shivered. It was starting to get cold this time of year, but still not cold enough to wear a big coat.
"Are you cold?"
"A little." she answered.
"Here, take my scarf." He wrapped it around her neck gently.
"Thanks." She did everything in her power not to blush, but she still felt her cheeks heating up. His scarf was so close to her nose she couldn't stop herself from taking a deep breath of his scent. Which was the most tantalizing scent known to man. It was even better than the way Nate smelled. Why hadn't she noticed this amazing smell before? And something else she kept wondering about was if his scent was so good…what did he taste like?
She watched as his lips separated then pursed back together, then separated then pursed back together again.
She shook her head. No thoughts of Chuck's lips! It was disgusting for her to even look at them longer than she should, much less dream about them. He was Nate's best friend and her friend of many years. She couldn't like him. What was likeable about him, anyways?
"Do you think we should get back to school soon?" He checked the time on his watch.
"Since when have you cared when you have to get back to school?" Blair didn't want to go back to school, she wanted to keep walking.
"I don't. But you do." Chuck pointed out to her.
Yes, unfortunately she did care when they got back to school. But this was way better than school. She looked down at her shoes and Chuck knew she didn't want to leave the park, but she really felt like she needed to get back to school. "Come on." He turned her around and they started walking back the way they came. If he hadn't directed her to turn around she would've kept going. And it would've ruined her perfect attendance record, which was important to her.
Blair didn't know what to say anymore, so they were walking in complete silence. You could hear their shoes hit the pavement and step on the leaves. She would look over and him once in awhile. He seemed to be thinking about something. If she was a complete idiot she would ask him what he was thinking, but she wasn't that stupid. "What are you thinking?" Okay, maybe not.
"Just…you and Nate. I talked to him and-"
"Can we do this again sometime?" She cut him off.
"Do what?" He looked confused, as to why she didn't want to talk about Nate and what she meant by the question.
"Go for a walk in the park." She said with a big smile and started swinging her body around. Chuck had to admit to himself that it was cute, he never really saw her like this.
"Sure. We can do it anytime you want."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah."
"Why have you been so different…so nice since the night Nate and I broke up? I kind of miss schemy Chuck Bass."
"I'm still the same person, Blair. I've just realized a few things."
"What?"
"That if I don't want to be totally alone for the rest of my life, then I should be a nicer person."
"But you're not a nice person. You're not the kind of person who chats with a girl from Brooklyn in the park."
"Only girls from Manhattan?" He smirked, meaning her.
Damn, now he probably thought she was jealous. She sounded jealous. Was she jealous? No, impossible. Blair Waldorf does not envy other people, people envy her.
"Blair, I'm still me. I'm still the male version of you." He chuckled.
"Never thought of it that way." She smirked. They did have a lot in common.
There was only small talk as they made their way back to school. It was perfect timing, five minutes before the first bell rang. He followed her to her locker, and even walked her to her class. Was it just her or was he way better at acting like a boyfriend than Nate was?
"Thanks, Chuck." She thanked him in a whispery voice and smiled coyly.
He replied by saying, "My pleasure." Like a true gentleman, which made her blush a little. "I'll talk to you later, okay? I've got to go to class."
"Yeah, of course." She said and he began to walk away. Even when he was a fair distance away she yelled something to him, "And don't talk to any Brooklyn girls!"
"Don't worry, I only like the Manhattan ones!" He called back to her without turning around.
She wasn't sure why but what he said made her smile even bigger, did that mean he liked her? Or was he just saying that in general? Meaning all girls from Manhattan? She was sure he'd already had sex with all of them. Ew, she could never like such a womanizer. They can't be trusted.
"Blair! Was that just you with Chuck?" Serena came up behind her and made her jump.
"Yeah? So?" She replied snottily.
"B, he's the biggest jackass we know." Serena told her, it sounded like pity in her voice. She was pitying her because she was hanging out with Chuck?
"Maybe to you, but not to me." Blair said, almost cockily.
"Are you bragging that Chuck is nice to you and not me?" She seemed really confused.
"God, no!" Which was probably a lie. She pushed past Serena and entered the classroom. She sat in her seat, and acted like she was to busy to talk about such things.
Serena's seat was behind hers, so she had a feeling she was going to be bugged a lot this period. Only seconds later, the blonde tapped her shoulder.
"Serena, I'm busy okay?"
But she ignored her, "What. Are. You. Wearing?" She separated the words which made it sound like she had to be wearing something horrific.
"I'm wearing that new-" She looked down at her blouse, which really wasn't all that extravagant so she didn't know why Serena was freaking out. But then she realized what else she was wearing and almost died from embarrassment. Chuck's scarf! How could she forget she was wearing it? She knew people would get the wrong idea, so she tore it off her neck immediately and stuck it in her bag.
"Want to explain that to me?" Serena asked, lifting up an eyebrow at her.
"He gave it to me because it was chilly."
"But you only saw him now, outside the classroom right?" Blair was silent, so Serena took that as an admission of being guilty of something. "Blair! You didn't come back to school, you went and met Chuck! Why?"
"God, Serena it's not like I'm sleeping with the guy or something. I was with him because he's helping me get Nate back." It was a complete lie, since she wouldn't even let Chuck speak of Nate. But it was better than Serena knowing that she just wanted to hang out with him.
She sighed, "Sorry for jumping to conclusions." She felt bad because it had something to do with Nate and she thought Blair was still really upset about it.
"Apology accepted." She could never tell Serena she liked Chuck. She would never understand.
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Chuck sat down at the bar in his suite after a long day at school. He had to finish this damn English paper! Blair told him to think of something he was passionate about.
The walk in the park with her today was…fun. He liked being with her. Even if that meant he could never truly be with her. She needed a friend, and that's what he wanted to be for her.
Words starting coming to him quickly when he started thinking of her. He scribbled anything he thought down on the paper. It may be a totally crap paper, but at least he would have something to turn in.
His phone started ringing as he was in mid-thought, he finished writing it down and answered the phone. It was Blair.
"Hey, Chuck…I called because I may still have your scarf."
"Oh, right."
"And now some people may think we're dating." She joked.
"Well, you just like to tell everyone I'm your boyfriend, don't you?" Talking about the lie she had told Vanessa at her birthday party.
"I didn't tell anyone! They just may have jumped to the wrong conclusion."
"I'm sure you set them straight though, right?" He couldn't imagine her taking crap like that from anyone.
"Oh, yeah, don't fret. You're still a free man."
He chuckled, "Well, thanks for telling me. You can just give it to me tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay…bye." She kind of wanted to keep the conversation going, but he sounded busy.
He hung up and continued writing, he had plenty of motivation to finish this now.
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Blair was so happy about today. Her dad was coming! It was going to be perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect.
She was sitting at the counter with Serena, as she flipped through the recipes looking for her dad's famous pumpkin pie recipe.
These days also used to be spent with Nate, but since Blair's mom was no longer so fond of his father and Nate and Blair had broken up, there was no reason for them to come. This train of thought got her thinking about Chuck. Why did he never spend holidays with them like Serena and Nate did all those years? He was simply always absent. Which didn't make sense since it was apparent that he didn't enjoy having holidays with his father.
"Do you know what Chuck does on thanksgiving?" Blair asked Serena while she was still looking through the recipes. She asked her in a way that made it sound like a stray thought and not like something that she had been thinking about for awhile.
"How would I know. I could literally not care less about that soulless pig. And why do you want to know?"
"No reason. Just wondering." Still acting like she wasn't paying much attention.
Serena scoffed at her, "I can't believe this. I seriously can't believe this."
"What?"
"You like him!" She said with so much shock and horror in her voice you might've thought Blair had told her she killed someone.
"No I don't!" Blair defended herself.
But Serena ignored what she said, "You like him! Chuck Bass!? That's so wrong in so many ways. How is this possible?"
While she was going on and on Blair kept yelling at her, "No I don't! No I don't! No I don't!" Until her voice got so loud that everyone in the kitchen stopped what they were doing and gaped at her. "Stop staring at me and get back to work!" she ordered.
"Blair, why?" Serena really wanted to know how it was possible.
"Because he's nice to me! And maybe I want to like someone who actually likes me more than Serena Van der Woodsen!"
"Oh, so this is because of me? You like him because he doesn't like me?" She said it like it was the most stupid idea.
"No it's not because of you! This has nothing to do with you!" She was tired of everything being all about Serena.
"Do you really think he likes you? That's he cares about you? Because he doesn't. And he never will."
"You don't know that." Blair told her in a serious voice, but was hurt by her words.
"Yes I do. Everyone should know that. You're a complete idiot if you don't. All he would do is have sex with you and then throw you away, like he does every other girl. You're not special to him." Serena thought Blair should get this through her head as soon as possible, to save her from getting hurt.
"He doesn't treat me like all the other girls."
"Blair! All he's thinking of when he's with you is how great you're going to be in bed, he's not actually listening to anything you say!"
"You're just jealous!
"Jealous of what?!"
"He likes me more than you! And always has!"
"Oh, yes, because I'm just dying for Chuck to like me. I can't sleep at night, I love him so much." She said sarcastically. Then in a serious tone, "I'm not jealous of you, Blair. And I don't know why anyone else is."
"What's going on in here?" Eleanor came into the kitchen after hearing all the shouting.
"Nothing." Blair told her quickly.
"Okay, when is your mother coming over, Serena?"
"She's not." Blair said before Serena had a chance too.
"What? Why not?" Eleanor was confused, she was completely oblivious to the girl's big fight only moments before.
"Because they're not invited anymore." Blair said sternly, talking more to Serena and less to her mother.
"What?" Eleanor was still out of the loop.
"I think it's time for me to go, Eleanor." Serena said, still looking at Blair.
She left quickly without Blair or Eleanor trying to stop her, she was still a little clueless.
"What did you do?" Eleanor asked her as if it was all her fault.
"I didn't do anything! She was the one offending me, Mother!"
"Offending you? Really?" She sounded very skeptical, "Serena wouldn't do that to you, you're her best friend.
"Well she did! Maybe you could be on my side for once." She sighed, she wanted to forget about this whole mess. It was thanksgiving. Her favorite holiday. She wanted to be happy. "When's Daddy coming?" Blair asked cheerfully.
"What? He didn't tell you? He's not coming…"
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Chuck walked into his dad's suite, where they would be having thanksgiving dinner. His father told him to come early because he had to work and didn't have a lot of time.
Chuck was really nervous to see his dad since he hadn't seen him since well…since he died.
He walked into the dining area, and his father was already sitting at the table. "Father?"
"Charles, have a seat." He said without even looking up from whatever papers he was looking at.
Chuck's heart was beating furiously. His heart couldn't be beating faster, even if Blair was naked and on top of him. It was literally impossible.
He wanted to find some words to say to get a conversation started. He had wanted another chance to make his father proud of him, and here it was. "I'm surprised you even wanted me to come after the huge mess I made with you and Lily." He wanted him to know he was sorry.
"Well this holiday is about family. And you're my son, right?" Bart's voice was as cold and affectionless as he remembered. But he had missed it.
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Blair was crouched on her knees over the toilet, puking her guts out. Forcing the whole pie she had eaten to come back up by shoving her finger down her throat. This was something she had become quiet good at last year. Whenever she was in this position, she was in control.
She leaned against the wall beside the toilet. Tears came running down her cheeks. How could her mother do this? Tell her own father she didn't want to see him today? And then invite a whole bunch of people she didn't even know to their family dinner! And she got rid of her father's pie! This day had turned out nothing like how she had planned it.
Once she felt she had gotten hold of herself enough, she picked up her cell phone. She thought about dialing Serena's number, but she was still mad her. Who she really felt like calling was Chuck, but she shouldn't do that. Pouring her feelings out to him and tell him that she made herself throw up, what would he think? It would be unfair to him if she called.
But then Blair started thinking about how good he had made her feel over the past couple of weeks. He always made her feel better.
Before she even fully made up her mind if this was a good decision or not, she called him.
It rang only twice before he picked up, "What?!" He barked into the phone.
She was caught off guard by his harshness and was at a loss of words, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you." She was getting ready to hang up.
"Blair?" He asked as if he didn't know it was her. "Is that you?"
"Yes." She answered, more tears coming down her face now.
"I'm sorry, I didn't look at who was calling before I picked up." He heard sniffles and whimpers. "Blair, are you crying?" But she didn't answer, she was trying to get a hold of herself again. "I'm sorry, Blair, I didn't mean to yell at you." Chuck figured that's why she was upset.
"No, it's not that. Well it is, but it's not." She tried hard to make sure everything she said was audible.
"What's wrong?" Chuck asked really concerned.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you."
"Blair? What's wrong? Blair!" But she had hung up the phone instead of answering him.
She sat there a minute, crying even harder than she had before. She leaned over the toilet again and stuck her finger in her mouth, trying to force herself to cough up more from her stomach. But there was nothing left, so she started coughing up her stomach acids. She started feeling sick and woozy, she laid her head against the wall again.
She heard her door burst open. God, couldn't people leave her alone?
"Blair!" Chuck's voice sounded from her bedroom.
What? What was he doing here? It had only been 15 minutes since she called him.
"Blair!" He opened the door to the bathroom and saw her sitting on the floor. Her face was flushed of all its color. "Blair, what happened?" He crouched down in front of her and held her face in his hands and examined with his eyes to make sure she wasn't hurt.
She shook her head and started crying again. She wrapped her arms around Chuck's neck and set her chin on his shoulder. He took her in his arms and buried his face in her curly locks of hair.
When her crying didn't let up, he wanted to get her out of the bathroom. So he picked her up and carried her out. He set her down on her bed gently, but she was reluctant to let go of his neck. "Blair, just let go for a second. I'm just going to get the tissues in there." He pointed to a box of tissues in the bathroom. She let go and Chuck retrieved the tissues quickly.
He took of his suit jacket so he was more comfortable, laid down next to her on the bed and handed her a tissue. Instead of taking it, she clung to him again. "Blair," he whispered in her ear, "please, tell me what happened."
"My mother…she told my dad I was mad at him and I didn't want to see him today. And she invited all these people to dinner and got caterers…" He listened while stroking her hair, he had no idea this had happened on thanksgiving. It made him feel horrible that she never told him. "And so I was upset, and I ate a whole pie." She started crying harder, "And I just didn't know what to do, I didn't do it on purpose I swear." She grabbed onto his face and told him, frantically. He searched her eyes for some answer as to what she was talking about.
Then he figured it out. She had eaten a whole pie, he found her in the bathroom…"God damn it." He said quietly but angrily.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She shrieked and hugged him tighter.
"No, no. It's not you. I'm not mad at you." He comforted her, it pained him how much she was hurting. He wasn't angry at her.
"Then why are you swearing at me?" She sounded like a child who didn't understand why they were being scolded.
"I'm angry at other people. Not you."
"Who are you angry at?" She sniffled and wiped her cheek.
"Your mother…and myself." He handed her a tissue.
"What? This isn't your fault."
"I just should've known, and then I yelled at you on the phone…" Chuck told her, guiltily. He felt horrible. If he had known this had happened on thanksgiving, he could've stopped it.
"It's not your fault." She touched his cheek, intimately. His skin felt nice on her hand.
She snuggled into him for a little while longer until he said, "I think you should eat. You need something in your stomach. Want me to go down and get you something?" He stood up from the bed and Blair pouted.
"…I guess."
"Okay. I'll be right back." He hurried out of her bedroom and downstairs.
Before entering the kitchen, he pulled out his phone and called Serena.
"Chuck? Are you high or something? Why are you calling me?" She asked, truly not happy.
"Listen here, er…" He stopped himself from saying 'sis'. He had become so accustomed to saying it, it was a habit. "I'm calling because of Blair. She decided she didn't want to keep her food in her stomach today."
"What? Is she okay? I'm coming right now."
"No, you don't need too. Blair called me and not you, so I get the feeling she doesn't want you here. I've got everything under control. But I just thought you needed to know since you're her best friend."
"She called you? Are you with her?"
"Yes, I'm just getting her something to eat now."
Wow, she was surprised at how caring he was being. But she was still pissed that Blair had called him and not her. She was her best friend! And she knew way more about all this than he did. "Okay, well, thanks for calling me I guess."
"Yeah, sure. I'll let you get back to what you were doing…"
"Right. Bye." Serena hung up the phone and went back to the table, where her family and the Humphrey's were having an awkward dinner. She wasn't listening to their conversation though, she was thinking of how weird Chuck was acting lately.
Chuck went into the kitchen, "Excuse me," He said to Dorota, "could you fix a plate of food for Ms. Waldorf?"
"Oh, yes, of course. Is she alright?" The maid was concerned.
"She'll be fine." He didn't want to tell anyone much about what happened because he felt like it wasn't his business to tell.
Dorota prepared a plate with a heaping amount of food, plus a glass of water.
"Here you go." Chuck handed the plate to Blair and set the water glass on the side table.
"Thanks, Chuck." She started taking dainty bites of food. "I'm sorry if I ruined your thanksgiving."
"What? No. If you didn't notice by the way I greeted you on the phone, it was already ruined."
"Oh…I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Let's just stop with all this apologizing."
She smiled and kept eating.
"You want to watch a movie?" He suggested.
"What?" She asked in total shock, but couldn't help grinning ear to ear. "A movie?"
"Yeah…I thought it would cheer you up."
"Yes!" She clapped her hands and was all giddy.
"Okay," He smiled at how happy she was, "Which one?"
"Do you even have to ask?" She was bouncing up and down, she was so excited. This just proved her point even more that Chuck was nice.
"Breakfast at Tiffanies?"
"Always."
He picked it out of the rest of the movies and put it in her DVD player, then joined her on the bed again.
She had eaten quite a fair portion of the food, so she set it aside and snuggled into her pillows to get comfortable.
Only 30 minutes into the movie, Chuck had fallen asleep and his head was rested on her shoulder while his arm was wrapped around her, and his hand was grabbing her waist.
She wasn't mad that he had fallen asleep, she knew he hated this movie. And being held by him was quite enjoyable anyways. She even played with his hair every once in awhile. It was hard not to. It was just so soft looking.
Blair was practically mouthing all the lines as the characters said them. She'd seen this movie countless times, but still loved it.
Just as it was getting to her favorite part, her phone rang. She looked at the caller id. Serena. She debated picking it up or not. Finally she decided to go with answering. Maybe she wanted to apologize to what she had said to her this morning.
"Hello?"
"Hey." Serena said, almost sadly. "Are you okay?"
"What? Yeah, I'm fine."
"Chuck…called me and told me."
"Ugh. The little bitch!" she felt like smacking him on the head while he was sleeping, but he looked so peaceful and cute that she couldn't.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Serena asked, all she wanted was for Blair to be alright.
"Yes. I'm okay. I just ate a whole plate of food, and don't feel like throwing it back up. And I plan on calling the doctor tomorrow, just in case."
"I'm glad to hear you're alright…so is he still there?"
"Yeah, he's, uh, sleeping." She laughed at him. "We were watching Breakfast at Tiffanies, and he fell asleep." she explained to her friend.
"Wow, watching your favorite movie. That's pretty nice."
"We're just friends, Serena."
"Right, sorry." She didn't want to start a fight again.
"I'll call you later, okay? I think sleeping beauty here is drooling on my shoulder."
Serena chuckled, "Yeah, okay. Bye." She hung up and let Blair get back to whatever she was doing.
Blair tapped Chuck on the shoulder, and he groggily opened his eyes, "What?"
"You fell asleep." she said softly.
"Oh." He woke up more and sat up, removing his arm from where it was wrapped around her waist. "Sorry."
"It's okay. I know you're not really fond of this movie."
"Well I tried didn't I?" He joked, and looked at his watch. "It's getting late. I should probably go."
"You don't have to…I mean, your dad wouldn't mind would he?" She really wanted him to stay longer.
"No, since I don't even live with him. But your mother will probably want me to leave."
"Oh, who cares about her?"
"I'm just saying. And you probably want to make up with her."
"No, I don't."
"Blair…"
"Ugh, fine! But you owe me…since you told Serena!" She poked him hard in the shoulder.
"Oohhh," He suddenly felt guilty, "how'd you find out?"
"She called me while you were sleeping." She explained, but still looked pissed at him.
"I didn't know why you didn't call her, and I felt like she should know."
"I got in a fight with her this morning. But thank you for caring enough to tell her."
"You're welcome…what were you guys fighting about?" He asked as he put his jacket back on.
Well, there was no way she was telling him the truth, "Oh, nothing…just stupid stuff." She certainly did not think what they had been fighting about was stupid. She was still somewhat mad at Serena for saying what she did about Chuck.
"Okay then." Getting the hint that she didn't want to tell him about it. "Well, I'll get going." He started heading out her bedroom door and she followed.
"Thank you again…for coming and stuff." She said shyly, as the walked down the stairs.
"Anytime."
Once they reached the elevator she hugged him tightly. She didn't want to let him go. He had been so kind today. Coming to her rescue and whatnot.
Chuck hugged her back then whispered in her ear, "Now go make up Eleanor."
She smiled reluctantly, let go of him, and watched him enter the elevator. The doors closed behind him and she sulkily went to go make up with Eleanor.
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I hope you liked it. It didn't make a lot of progress on the Chuck and Blair front, but I wanted some thanksgiving comforting! Next chapter will be the cotillion ball. How sad was that episode? Cocky Nate freaking winking at Chuck. Ugh. But, please review! Tell me what you thought about sweet and nice Chuck, and Blair totally falling for him.
