DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GG, NOR THE SONG 'LOVE LETTER' sung by BoA AND ITS ENGLISH TRANSLATION.
Author's notes: I wrote this because there should've been Chair at Blair's 18th bday! Chuck should've made an appearance! Even if it's just one scene! XP XP XP A huge leap in time from the previous chappie, but... I just had to. XD
Three Words, Eight Letters
Summary:
A sentence list that consists of three words, eight letters pertaining to Chuck and Blair's relationship.
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Three Words, Eight Letters: I want you
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Her pre-birthday bash had just ended two hours ago, Serena and Cyrus being the only leftover guests staying the rest of the night in the Waldorf penthouse while the rest of the partygoers had already left. Cyrus and her mother had holed up in Eleanor's bedroom (she didn't even want to think about what they could possibly be doing) while Serena, having consumed alcohol in an amount past sensible, was already deep in heavy drunken sleep.
Though the night had been exhausting, Blair found that she couldn't quite find somnolence settling in yet. The night had been great, though not as eventful as that of last year's. Serena mumbled before turning on her side, and Blair winced as the buxom blonde gnashed her teeth, something Serena did when she slept drunk. Sighing, Blair got out of bed and took her phone with her, tiptoeing to her closet (the stealth was just in case Serena awoke, although she slept like a comatose patient) and settling herself in the enclosed space. She closed the door of her massive closet and sat in a corner, the hems of several dresses hiding her face.
Flipping her cell phone open, Blair decided to just get the call over with.
A single ring before the call was answered. "Isn't it a bit late to be calling? Or should I say, way too early than appropriate?"
She rolled her eyes; that was not even a proper greeting, but she was secretly pleased that he didn't have company that night, or else he would've just let his voicemail take it.
"Hello to you too, Bass. And it's quite a surprise to see you're still perky and dandy at this time. I hope I didn't interrupt anything that might've led to your bed. Who's the unfortunate girl?"
He chuckled. "Any girl I take would be oh so very fortunate in my company. I'd tell you to gather testimony, but I don't know who to refer you to, except yourself."
"Ugh, you're heinous, Bass."
"You called me just to tell me that?"
Blair let out a disgruntled sound. "No, I did not!"
"Is this a booty call then?"
"Ugh! Can you veer your sex-track mind off that road and pull over for a minute?"
An amused chuckle was her answer. "Alright, birthday girl, why did you call?" His voice had taken a dive of seriousness and she knew he was no longer continuing the banter with which they started. She took a deep breath. "You didn't crash my party tonight."
"Your mother was there."
Blair laughed, and Chuck found himself smiling at the sound of her merriness, knowing he had caused it.
"Oh come on, Waldorf. We both know your mother is an intimidating woman who may have the capacity to actually make me pee in my very expensive slacks if she so wished to turn draconian on me."
Another hearty round of laughter for Blair.
"Well, I guess it's hereditary of Waldorf women then? Now I know I have my mother to thank for."
"Apparently so," Chuck replied as they both chuckled.
"So," Chuck drawled into the receiver, "what can I get the celebrant for her birthday?"
Blair let out a whoosh of breath. "I want you."
Chuck raised his eyebrows in disbelief, and he was rendered speechless for a second. "Excuse me? I must've not heard right."
"Hmm..." Blair made a sound of contemplation just for show. Her mind was made up. "Yeah. I want you." She suddenly felt embarrassed.
Now he was amused. "Oh really?"
"Yes, Bass. I want to celebrate my birthday with you. I want to stay up with you on my birthday's eve to wait until midnight. Is that so hard to believe?"
Chuck's end was silent for a while until he spoke, "You really want me there on your actual birthday?"
A resounding "Yes!" was her answer, laced with playful exasperation.
"You really want me to wait up with you for your birthday?"
Blair giggled. "Yes, Bass! Yes!" Her exasperation held amusement.
Chuck's jaw was frozen in disbelief while his heart pounded, as if fluttering butterflies were attempting to break free from the walls of his cage of a heart.
"So what do you say? You haven't made plans for that night, have you?"
He didn't know how he found his voice. "For you, I'd scrap my schedule in a heartbeat."
Blair bit her lip in an attempt to control the smile raging to stretch her cheeks. "So how about it, Bass? This is strictly RSVP."
"Yes," he was still astounded. "Yes, I will be there with you to wait up for the dawn of your birthday."
Chuck is utterly and completely still blown away by her proposal. He still can't believe that after all they'd been through, she'd want him there with her. He can't help a smile. "Should I bring Tiffany's or Cartier?" He goes back to their banter, because he can't handle the turn to intimacy of their previous exchange.
"Optional, but highly recommended and would be greatly appreciated."
He let out a laugh, because even with her unusual request, the present-loving Blair Waldorf he is familiar with is still present, evident by the sudden giddiness in her tone. "Are the pieces you've put on hold still on hold?"
"Don't bother, Bass. I didn't put any on hold. My mother already had a gift for me and since Nate's not my boyfriend anymore, he's not obligated to buy me a gift. I think he's skipping out on the gift-giving this year. So I... didn't have a reason to put any pieces on hold."
"Guess I'll have to surprise you then."
"Don't you always? I'd be more surprised if you didn't."
He smirked. "Guess I'll have to start looking."
"You have a week. But don't think that sending a piece of jewelry, no matter how costly, can arrive at my doorstep to replace your attendance. If you're not here on my birthday, Dorota might have to suffer my hissy fit."
"Wouldn't want that for dear Dorota. Serena isn't against my presence, is she?"
"No, she's won't be there."
Chuck suddenly felt irritation towards Serena. She probably bailed on spending Blair's birthday for a date with Brooklyn in Brooklyn.
"Then let me apologize for my stepsister's lack of sensible judgment then."
"Oh, you don't have to..." Blair cleared her throat, "You're... the only one invited."
Chuck couldn't reply immediately. He was certain he was blushing. "I'm... I'm the only one?"
"Well, yes," Blair bumbled a bit, embarrassment seeping through her tone. "But no ulterior sexual motives, I swear. I just... want to hang out. Like before. You didn't make it to my pre-birthday party, so... I thought we could just celebrate on my actual birthday."
Chuck shook his head to clear the haze in his mind as his heart quickened its pace. "I'd really like that. I'm looking forward to it."
"See you next week then. And presents should most likely be present too!"
Chuck merrily laughed out loud.
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Tanjoubi wa kanpai shite
onaji keshiki yakitsuketai
aishitanara aisaretaii kagayaku machi yuuki kudasai
I LOVE YOU kimini tsutaetanara
watashi kitto kawareru hazu...
/I want to commemorate birthdays with you
I want to see the same landscapes
If I love, I want to be loved
The city that shines gives me a little courage
I love you, if I say it to you
With certainty, I will be able to move.../
-'Love Letter' sung by BoA
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A/n: One of my fave chappies so far. XD XD XD Because I was so disappointed by Chuck's lack of presence in B's b-day.
At this point, I want to finish this ASAP so I can concentrate on my other fics. Hence the double update. I've never done that before… o.0