When I woke up in the morning, Blair's head was next to mine and she was playing with my hair.
"Hey" I greeted her with a kiss and moved so our bodies were facing each other. "How long have you been up?"
"A while." She entwined our fingers together. "Chuck do you ever get tempted?"
"Tempted to do what?" I nussled my nose up to her neck.
She looked down. "To be with someone else." Her voice quivered.
"Don't be ridiculous. Never!" I kissed the side of her face and then her hand.
"Oh come on. I know your eyes are prone to wander." She didn't look me in the eyes.
"Not when I'm with you. Come on, you're being ridiculous." I put two fingers under her chin so she looked me in the eyes. "I love you and only you. I have eyes for you and only you." I kissed her. "What brought this on?" I took her in my arms.
"I don't know. I just had a dream." She cuddled with me.
"Well tell me what the dream was about."
"Well I was waiting for you at dinner. I knew you were going to be late because you had a business meeting. And after waiting for an hour it got really late. I was looking around the restaurant and I looked at all of the different couples. They looked so… happy. I convinced myself that you would be coming soon. I waited another 30 minutes, and then I got a text. I was so happy. I thought it was from you, but it was from Gossip Girl. It said "Sorry B – You know what they say, a good Bass can't last for long. And it had a video of you making out with your secretary and bringing her into your limo. I didn't know what to do. I felt so lonely."
I cringed at the thought of it. I kissed the top of her head. "If I can promise you anything, I can promise you that you will NEVER be lonely again."
She looked up and me and kissed me. "Hopefully. Can you make me some more soup?"
"Of course. You stay in bed, I'll bring it up. You'll be warmer up here."
"Fine." I kissed her hand and got out of bed. While I walked down the stairs I contemplated her dream. I remembered how I had treated her. She had probably seen me with other women plenty of times. But that was the old me. I would never, and would never want to be, with anyone else other than Blair. I went down and made the soup. I put the soup in a bowl and brought it up to Blair. I found her lying down in her bed watching TV.
"Hello Beautiful…" She looked at me and turned the TV off. I went to her bed and gave her the soup. She smiled and started eating it. I got into bed with her and put my arm around her waist.
"This is really good. Thank you." She kissed me and coughed a little bit.
"Are you feeling better?" I hoped so. She seemed better.
"Yeah, I'm feeling much better." She nodded. "Chuck. I'm really worried." She leaned into my shoulder.
"About what." I started running my fingers through her hair.
"I know you. You're Chuck Bass. What if after 3 years or so, you get bored of me. And you move onto a different girl." She looked down at her soup.
"Blair that would never happen. I could never get bored of you. You're the least boring person I know. Every day I grow more fascinated and intrigued with you. I don't want to be with anyone else. I love you. Nothing will ever change that."
"I trust you. I'm sorry. I just get paranoid sometimes." She looked up at me.
"There's nothing to be sorry about. What were you watching?"
"Nothing important." She looked down and finished her soup. Once she finished she leaned into my chest.
"Blair, I know that I've hurt you. But I'm different now, I promise. I…"
"Chuck it's fine, I shouldn't have brought it up."
I took her off my chest and looked her in the eyes. "Hey. Don't say that. You know you can talk to me about anything. Not only am I your boyfriend, but I'm also one of your closest friends. You can tell me anything and don't ever think otherwise."
She nodded and hugged me. "I love you."
"I love you too." Just as I was wrapping my arms around her she covered her mouth and shot to the bathroom. "Aww shit." I was hoping that she was getting better. I guess not. I ran after her and found her kneeling on the bathroom floor over the toilet. She was retching horribly. I knelt behind her and held her hair back. When she was done she flushed the toilet and put the lid on the toilet. She put her head down and began to cry. I rubbed her back.
"Blair baby. What's the matter." I leaned my head on her back and kissed it.
"I hate this. I hate throwing up. I thought I was done with throwing up. I thought I was done." She turned around and threw herself in my arms. I gladly put my arms around her.
"Oh Blair. Shh, it's okay." I rubbed her back. I knew how much she hated to think back to her days of bulimia. And being forced to throw up was probably the worst thing she could think of. My Blair. I pulled her into my lap in a more comfortable position and leaned against the bathtub. I wiped her tears away with the pad of my thumb and pushed the hair out of her face.
"Chuck. I hate being sick." She shook her head.
"I hate it too." I stroked her cheek.
"The only good part is having my amazing boyfriend take care of me." She smiled and got up to go brush her teeth.
"The only good part is getting to take care of you." I winked and she laughed. Once she was done brushing her teeth she sat back down in my lap and ran her fingers through my hair. "Chuck what do you dream about?"
"You." I kissed her nose.
"I'm serious Chuck. What do you dream about."
"Why?"
"I don't know you never talk about your dreams."
"I never remember my dreams. Plus dreams are for people who don't have what they want. They're for people who want something that is better than reality. But my reality couldn't get any better." I tucked one chocolate curl behind her ear. Then I kissed her.
"That explains it." She turned around and laid down so the back of her head was on my shoulder. She nodded.
"Explains what?" I kissed the side of her head.
"Explains why I have so many nightmares. I have nightmares because my brain isn't creative enough to think of a way to make my reality any better than it is." She smiled and turned her head so it was facing mine. "My reality is perfect and I wouldn't change a hair on his head." She put her hand up to my cheek. I put my hand up to her hand and held her hand.
"I love you Blair."
"Chuck. I love you too."
