Chuck Bass was nervous. He sat in his chair quite rigidly as his fingers tapped his knees in a weird rhythm. He had been so quick to jump on this plane that he had no plan ready for his arrival. What was he going to tell people? That his crazy uncle faked his death in order to gain Bass Industries, no, he couldn't risk that, Jack would just turn around and tell everyone Chuck's darkest secret, which would result in his arrest.
The only thing he had decided on was that the first person he needed to see and wanted to see was Blair, which meant he was going to make no contact what so ever with anyone else. The only thing left now was what to tell Blair, ultimately, the truth seemed the right way to go, for she would find it out sooner or later, but he decided that that conversation would have to wait until after they celebrated their reunion. He smiled a little to himself, he truly did miss her.
Blair sat on the couch in her sitting room quietly as she took in the aroma of the peony she had gotten on the way home from the cafe. It was dark outside now and Blair got up from her position and made her way upstairs.
Her hand traced along the banister as she thought things over in her head. After everything that happened today, from forgetting her anniversary to having her friends consider if she was suicidal, Blair had come up with a solution to all her problems. She knew it was dark, scary even to think about, but to her it was the only way she could move on, so to speak, even if it was the easy way out. She didn't want to wake up every morning and deal with that hole in her chest that was never going to be filled, and all she wanted was to be with Chuck again, and she was going to be. Tonight.
She stopped halfway up the stairs and quickly turned around and went down the hall to her mothers office.
"Going somewhere?" Blair asked when she spotted packed suitcases in the room.
"Paris," Eleanor replied. "I should be back next week though."
Blair nodded, "Well I just came by to say good night."
Eleanor looked up from her work to eye her daughter, "Everything okay?" She asked, Blair never usually came down to say goodnight.
"Yes," Blair answered and gave her mum a little smile before making her way over to her and giving her a hug. "I love you." Blair whispered.
Eleanor wrapped her arms back around Blair and stroked her hair, "I love you, too." She replied, knowing that even though Blair was being out of character that that reply was needed.
"If you see Daddy and Roman can you tell them I love them too?" Blair requested, hoping that this wouldn't lead up to a series of questions, but Eleanor had never been to observant so Blair gathered she would be safe.
"Of course." Eleanor replied as she pulled back from Blair, "I'll see you when I get back, I will be leaving shortly, you'll be okay while I'm gone?"
Blair nodded, "I have Dorota."
"Good girl," Eleanor said as she moved back to her work, "Sleep well."
Blair let out a shaky sigh and turned towards the door and left quickly, calling out "Dorota!" As she did so.
She walked down the hall until she reached the kitchen, "Dorota?" She called again.
Dorota ran out of the pantry carrying supplies that seemed to be for Blair's breakfast the next morning. "Yes Miss Blair?" Dorota asked as she put down an assortment of pastry bases and fruits.
"I just wanted to say good night, and that when your done with your current job you can go home early tonight, go spend time with Vanya." Blair forced a sad smile.
As Blair expected Dorota stared at her in a suspicious way, gee, Blair thought, she wasn't that mean was she? She rolled her eyes a little.
"That's all." She sighed, "I'm going to have a bath and then sleep, so please don't disturb me and make sure I get no visitors tonight. I'm far to tired to deal with anyone."
"Yes Miss Blair." Dorota nodded. "I just finish breakfast preparation and then I leave you alone."
Blair nodded and turned away from Dorota as she headed for the stairs.
"Oh, and Dorota?" Blair said, spinning around to face her again. "I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too, Miss Blair." Dorota smiled sweetly, "Now sleep, you need rest."
Blair nodded once again and then left Dorota to finish her job, even though breakfast for her in the morning would be most unnecessary. She started climbing the stairs slowly, holding her pink peony to he nose as she finally let herself think of Chuck.
Peonies. He would get her peonies,Chuck decided. He was rushing through the airport, searching for a flower stand as quickly as he could for suddenly being in the same city as Blair had finally pushed him into a mood that made him more desperate to get to her. Would she be happy to see him? Or angry perhaps? Well whichever the outcome was he would just have to wait until he got there.
"Is that Chuck Bass!" He heard someone say to their friends.
"What? Of course not." One replied.
"Yes it is, see, right there." She pointed in his direction, "The one in the red bow tie."
Chuck didn't hear the rest of the conversation but he made a mental note to try and be a little more inconspicuous, the last thing he needed was Blair finding out about his arrival through Gossip Girl.
He decided to ditch the peony plan all together, he didn't want to waste much more time so instead he went straight outside to the pick up zone where Arthur and his limo were already waiting for him.
"No questions tonight." Chuck requested as Arthur opened the door for him and Arthur gave him a reluctant nod in reply.
As soon as they were settled, the car pulled out of the curb and drove off into the city lights.
The bathroom was candle lit and it was silent besides the noise of running water that was pouring into the tub, Blair stood to the side, the reflection of her back clear in her mirror. She was wearing a red silk slip that was covered in black lace around her bust, her brown hair was free of any headband or clips and hung smoothly down her back. In her right hand she cradled a small white bottle that contained several sleeping tablets, she wasn't sure what she was going to do would work, but it would be worth a try.
She moved from the centre of the room and locked both the adjoining doors from her and Serena's room, she meant what she said, she did not want to be disturbed.
She then made her way to the bathtub and turned off the taps and the room became completely silent, all that would be heard was Blair's shaky breathing. Without taking her slip off, Blair got into the tub gracefully and stretched her legs out comfortably as the water rose so that it was almost over flowing.
She opened the pill bottle and poured several of the tablets onto her hand, hoping that it would be enough to send her to sleep, send her to Chuck. Faintly she heard her elevator ding and figuring that it was Dorota leaving she started popping the tablets into her mouth.
Chuck stepped into Blair's foyer as he heard the footsteps of Dorota coming to meet him.
"No visitors!" She said before she realised who it was and when she did the shock was evident in her features. "Mister Chuck?" she asked, her voice covered in confusion
"Hello Dorota," He replied casually. "I need to see Blair. Is she home?"
Dorota opened and closed her mouth, she was literally to shocked to speak. Chuck waited patiently for an answer, debating whether or not that he should just race up stairs, finally though, Dorota began to speak.
"Yes, she is having a bath." She informed him, "She asked me to not allow any visitors, but I am most positive that you, Mister Chuck, definitely make and exception. She will be so happy to see you!" She smiled at him, "For weeks she has been so depressed, like I'm just waiting for her to give up one day, but no. She is a fighter!"
Chuck nodded his head uncomfortably, he didn't like hearing stories about Blair that involved her being depressed because of him, it practically broke his heart. But now he knew he needn't waist any more time, he started climbing the stairs, and to his annoyance, Dorota followed behind him excitedly.
Meanwhile upstairs, a young woman of twenty-one feel asleep, her head shifting slightly, allowing water to slip up and cover her airways. Yes. Blair thought, her plan was working.