"Are you okay, B?" Serena was smiling and looking beautiful as usual. Actually, she was looking more beautiful than ever. Her blonde hair was curled and fixed up, creating an illusion of a waterfall of hair. She was wearing a sparkly Versace dress which fitted her perfectly. Blair, on the other hand, looked terrible. Never in her life had she been this ill. It was the night of the party. The party. Her party. The party she was throwing. And she should be there, but she wouldn't be. Instead, she would have to stay home. 'Luckily' Serena could go in her place as hostess with her husband by her side. Blair scoffed.

"Do I look like I'm okay?"

Serena laughed and shook her head, bending over to hug her best friend carefully. "See you tomorrow, B!"

And with that, the bubbly blonde exited. With a small 'humph', Blair fell back into her satin pillows. Unable to call Dorota, or do anything at all, she stares at the wall. At the exact moment she was starting to drift off to sleep, the door of her room flew open and a dark-haired young man strolled in.

"What are you doing here, Bass?" Blair snarled. The question had been starting to become a regular. Chuck walked closer and sat down next to Blair.

"I thought you might need some company while watching your Hepburn movies," he drawled, leaning closer. Blair pursed her lips.

"What are you talking about?" she asked with narrowed eyes. Chuck didn't answer, but pulled out a laptop from his bag, followed by the DVD's of Breakfast At Tiffany's, Roman Holiday and Charade, and by a box of expensive macaroons. Suspiciously, Blair scanned the items.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I felt bad for you."

"Chuck Bass doesn't feel bad for anyone except for himself."

"For you, Waldorf, always."

"Out of context."

"You're my best friend, Waldorf."

"You –The great Chuck Bass- are willing to give up the party of the year –my party of the year- for an evening of watching movies you hate?"

Chuck smirked. "I don't hate them… you love them, which means I like them too."

Blair repeated her suspicious scowl. "I don't trust you at all… how do I know you don't have a video camera hidden in there?"

"Blair, I am offended. I would never bring a camera to film you in a state like this, unless…" his hand ran over her legs, although she was fully covered by her sheets. She slapped his hand away. Another thing that had become a regular. Chuck shrugged and opened his laptop.

"So, which one do you want to watch first?"

After a moment of hesitation, Blair pointed at her favourite movie; Breakfast At Tiffany's. With a small nod, he loaded the movie. In silence, Blair moved to offer him a spot next to her.

"You sure?" Chuck asked confused. She nodded, and when he lied down, she snuggled closer into his chest.

"You will keep this quiet, Bass."

"Of course."

For the next hours, they watched Hepburn movies and ate macaroons, and when they started to fall asleep, neither pulled away. The last thought on Blair's mind was one she had ignored for a very long time.

This is how it's supposed to be.

A/N I love little chapters… Well, I love writing them… But I promise there will be a longer chapter next time (:

Oh, and; yeah, everything is a little out of character, but these are just little scenes that come to my mind at 2 AM in the morning and I try to write down with hands unable to hold a thing. Actually, my story-notebook looks more like a drawing-book now. I have funny handwriting at 2 AM.