A/N: Another shortish one, but I'm going to be updating again VERY soon, I promise. I have the rest of the story planned out now, 24 chapters altogether, I just need to write it now! Anyway, enjoy this please, and please review! I really love reading what you guys think of it.
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Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own Chuck Bass, I ruined his pants so he hates me now.

3x11 God Save the Queen

Chuck was at work. Again. He'd been called in to work super early once again, and though he'd spend the night with Blair, he didn't get a chance to see her before he left, and he didn't have time to leave a note. He'd barely seen her at all in the past few weeks since New Year, and he was really feeling guilty about it. Blair had been looking a little sad recently too, and Chuck thought there was something wrong with her, but every time he tried to ask her, he was called into work.

"Mr Bass, call from Miss Waldorf on Line 1" came the voice of his secretary, and Chuck instantly felt a little better in himself when he heard Blair's name mentioned. He didn't answer his secretary, instead answered his phone straight away despite being busy. Guilt can do that to a person, I guess.

"Morning, Blair." He said, and though he tried to sound cheerful he still sounded tired.

"Chuck, how come you're in work so early?" Blair said, confused and disappointed that he'd gone so early.

"I'm working on this deal with Japanese investors, I won't be long." Chuck said, although in reality he didn't know when he'd be back. This deal was taking ages.

"Oh, good. We need to talk about something." Blair said, urgency in her voice.

"Ok... look why don't you take my card and go shopping? Go buy a new outfit and I'll take you out tonight." Chuck said, wanting to impress Blair.

"Oh um, I was going to go to the bookstore and get some books for class, but thanks anyway." Blair said, although she was excited about him taking her out tonight. However, what she was planning on telling him later might change his decision about everything.

"Ok Blair. Listen, I have to go." Chuck said, not really paying attention to what Blair had said.

"I love you." Blair said, because she hadn't really said it much recently.

"I love you too." Chuck said almost automatically, and then he hung up.

XOXO XOXO XOXO XOXO XOXO

Blair was both nervous and excited as she got ready for the day. She'd only thrown up once in the past two days, and she felt as though she should purge again. Her dress didn't look right when she criticised her appearance in the mirror, it made her hips look large and her stomach look swollen. She hated it, and everything about the way she looked.

She managed to clean herself up within 5 minutes, a record.

She locked the suite up, and rode the elevator down to the ground floor where she hailed a cab easily. This was one of the main reasons she loved New York; she could get a cab easily. Luckily, she didn't have to head all the way down to school today; she had no classes. The bookstore was near the campus though, so she told the driver to head there. The bookstore had been recommended by her English teacher – Professor Pardy – and she was eager to check it out. Blair loved reading; the escapism is brought her was all she needed to forget her problem for a little while.

When she reached the bookstore, Blair stepped out onto the sidewalk and eyed the bookstore in disgust. It looked as though it should be in Brooklyn, and she hated that outer borough with a passion. However, Blair was surviving NYU now, which was certainly not an Ivy League school, so she persuaded herself to go inside the bookstore, how bad could it be?

Blair was browsing through the classics section when she felt someone come and stand behind her. She closed the book sharply and turned around to face the intruder.

"Dan. What are you doing breathing near me?" Blair snapped, annoyed at finding herself in Dan's company again.

"Blair, it's a bookstore. Did you really not expect to see me here?" Dan joked despite himself, and Blair had to fight a smile too.

"I didn't expect you to sneak up on me." Blair protested.

"I didn't sneak, I was stood behind you a while but you were too engrossed in thought... or whatever it is you do in your head." Dan joked.

"Oh, it makes jokes. I was reading; as you so pointed out this is a bookstore." Blair said, and pointed to her book.

"I'm surprised you even listened to what I was saying." Dan said, amused.

"Your stuttery speech is annoyingly loud, Humphrey." Blair said, grinning.

"So where's Chuck?" Dan asked, surprised to see the two of them unjoined. They usually stayed together like a two headed witch who you should avoid at all costs.

"He's at work." Blair sighed, and her eyes flashed with pain, but Dan didn't press the issue. He doubted she would tell him about it anyway.

When Dan didn't say anything, she was about to snap a witty remark at him, but suddenly she was overcome with dizziness. She felt shaky, cold and weak, like an intensified version of how she felt after surrendering to her porcelain enemy.

"Blair... are you ok?" Dan said, noticing her pale face.

"I..." Blair started, but she didn't get to finish. She fell backwards, just missing the bookshelf. Dan rushed forward and caught her just before she hit the ground, but she was limp in his arms.

"Call an ambulance!"

XOXO XOXO XOXO XOXO XOXO

Chuck got a call around 10 minutes later.

"Dan, to what do I owe this Un-pleasure?" Chuck drawled into the phone.

"It's Blair." Dan said into the phone, as he rode in the ambulance with Blair. He felt a little strange in this position, but he knew that Blair should have someone there with her even if she hated his guts.

"What have you done with her, Humphrey?" Chuck said, anger rising.

"She fainted... I... We're on our way to the hospital." Dan stuttered out, and Chuck's face went white.

"She what?" Chuck shouted, fear in his eyes. Something had happened to Blair, his Blair, and he couldn't handle that. He'd sworn he would look after her, and he'd failed. Failed.

"Just get here as soon as you can, Chuck." Dan said, knowing Chuck would want to see Blair.

"I'm already on my way." Chuck said, abandoning his (important) work and heading out the door. He didn't care if he got in trouble for not completing the deal; his Blair needed him.

XOXO XOXO XOXO XOXO XOXO

Chuck reached the hospital in record time, but that was mostly because he told the limo driver to get there in 10 minutes or he would be fired. His limo driver had kept his foot firmly on the gas, and despite being in a limousine, he'd weaved in and out of traffic easily, pulling up outside the hospital in satisfactory time for Chuck.

He rushed into the reception area, not caring if he walked into anyone on the way. He was on a mission, a mission to find his girl, the girl he loved.

"I'm looking for Blair Waldorf." He told the receptionist gruffly, and she knew better than to tell him to go away. He looked scary, and the receptionist didn't want to get on his bad side.

"Certainly... Err... Room... 315" She stuttered out, and took a sigh of relief when Chuck charged away from the desk and into the elevator.

Chuck charged down the corridors searching for the room, and when he finally reached the correct corridor, he was almost relieved to see Dan Humphrey sitting there.

"Humphrey..." Chuck began, and Dan turned to face him, but their short lived conversation was interrupted by a Doctor who had just left Blair's room.

"Excuse me Sir; are you a friend of Miss Waldorf?" The doctor asked, and Chuck glared; he wanted to see Blair already.

"Yes, I'm her boyfriend... Can I see her?" Chuck pressed, almost on his toes in anticipation.

"Not just yet I'm afraid, there have been a couple of complications. I can explain everything fully, but I wanted to ask you a couple of questions first, about Blair's condition." The doctor said, stressing the word condition, and Chuck took a step back.

"Blair's condition?"

Up Next: Chuck relives a childhood memory; Serena & Nate show up and wait with Chuck and Dan for Blair to wake up... if she ever wakes up.