I am soooooo sorry this took so long! I've been having a hard time finding inspiration for this story, but I think I'm back on track now! Thank you for all the fabulous reviews--they are what keep me writing! So, here's the new chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter 12: Late Night Rendevous
That night, I couldn't sleep at all. I felt horrible for the way that Nate had treated Chuck. He didn't deserve to be ambushed the way he was. He probably hates me now. No he definitely hates me. I'm the one who forced him into the group dinner. Why had I done that again?
Because he's Chuck Bass. He was entitled to come. He was a large part of our lives not too long ago. He was Nate's best friend. He was Serena's brother. He was the love of my life…he still is.
I rolled over in my bed and looked at the clock. 12:31. If only I could get rid of this feeling of guilt and anxiousness. I felt extremely guilty for the way things ended, and I was anxious that Chuck would be so mad at me that he'd never speak to me again. Sure, he had invited Amelia over for a play date, but he could have just said that to get her to stop talking. What if he doesn't let Amelia come over anymore? She would be heartbroken.
I need to talk to Chuck. Now.
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I don't know if it was my lack of sleep or my blinding aggression towards Nate, but ten minutes later I found myself at the Palace Hotel knocking on the door of suite 1812.
After a few moments of no answer, I realized what I was doing. Oh my god. Why am I here? It's one in the morning…he's sleeping. I decided to turn and leave as fast as I could pretending that I never had this lapse in judgment. As soon as I started walking away, I heard the door opening and I froze.
"Blair?" Chuck asked groggily, he seemed very confused.
I turned around to face him and couldn't help but notice his appearance. He was wearing a pair of dark gray sweatpants that sunk low around his waist. He was shirtless, revealing that he had indeed grown up in the last seven years. He was more muscular now; his stomach and arms slightly defined. His hair was a tousled mess from sleeping but it looked sexy. God, he looked sexy. It was then that I realized what I must look like. Somehow, I had thrown on a pair of pink juicy sweatpants and a gray t-shirt which wasn't so bad. I didn't even want to know what my hair or my face looked like.
"Umm…I ummm, well I was just…" I started mumbling, but couldn't think of the words.
"Is everything okay? It's one in the morning, Blair…" he started to say.
"Oh, no everything's fine. It's just…well I just… I'm sorry," I spilled out.
Chuck rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. "Come inside," he said as he backed up into the room and stuck his arm out to welcome me in.
I slowly walked inside and immediately a flush of memories came back to me. Chuck and I had spent a lot of time in his suite during the year that we had been together. It looked pretty much the same at is had, except that now there were boxes everywhere from their move.
"Sorry it's so messy, we're actually only staying here temporarily, until the new apartment is renovated," he said as he led me over to the couch.
I didn't say anything; I just sat down on the couch with my hands folded in my lap, looking at the ground. I was thankful that he had tried to make small talk, seeing as how this was a very awkward situation. He walked over to his bedroom and walked inside. He came back out with a white v-neck t-shirt on.
"So are you going to tell me why you're here?" he said as he sat down on the couch next to me.
I finally snapped into reality and stood up quickly from the couch. "Chuck, I am so sorry, I shouldn't have come. I have no idea what I am doing here…I'll just leave and we'll pretend this never happened…" I stared rambling as I grabbed my bag and headed towards the door.
"Blair, stop. Just wait a second," Chuck said getting up from the couch.
I turned around to face him. "No Chuck, really. I should go," I said as I grabbed the door handle.
"Blair, stop," he said again. "There is obviously something bothering you, so talk to me." He stood right behind me and pulled my hand away from the handle. I sighed and turned towards him as he led me back towards the couch.
I don't know why…it was probably the deliria or the embarrassment…but tears started to form in my eyes as I sat on the couch, with Chuck still holding onto my hand.
"I'm sorry," I finally whispered. "I am so sorry."
"Sorry about what?" he asked, still extremely confused.
"Everything!" I exclaimed through my tears. I stood up and started pacing. "I'm sorry I invited you to dinner. God, that was so awful. I can't believe Nate acted like that; he's never done anything like that before! I don't know what got into him. The dinner was supposed to be fun! Everyone catching up and welcoming you back in with open arms. I am so sorry Chuck. Nate was so hurtful. You must hate me so much for making you come. I'm a terrible person. You didn't even want to come and I made you! God, what is wrong with me?" More tears were building in my eyes as I finished my rant. I was still pacing in front of him, waiting for him to say something.
Finally, Chuck started laughing. "Blair, nothing is wrong with you. I'm not mad. I definitely don't hate you. How could I ever hate you?"
I stopped pacing and looked over at him. "You should hate me. I should have never put you through that."
"Blair, stop." He had stopped laughing and stood up, his face serious. "This wasn't your fault, so stop blaming yourself. It was my choice to go to dinner."
I nodded slightly. "I guess you're right. Why did you even come?" I asked jokingly with a slight smile on my face.
His face was still serious, but I could see a smile behind his eyes. "Because you asked me to."
I stared back at him letting the words soak in. Because I asked him too. He came over for me. A million emotions flew through me at once, and the next thing I knew I had moved forward and lightly placed my lips on his.
He pulled back for a second, a look of shock in his face. He quickly overcame it and kissed me hungrily. I responded with the same enthusiasm as I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my hands through his hair. He ran his hands over my back as he deepened the kiss. I let out a sigh as our lips parted and he slid his tongue into my mouth. He pressed me closer to him as our tongues fought for dominance. It was as if we were reacquainting our mouths with the others' after so long of not having touched.
After what felt like hours, but was really only a few minutes, we broke apart, both of us breathing heavily.
"God, I've missed that," Chuck said with a smile as he placed another soft kiss on my lips.
I kissed him back for a second, but pulled back, realizing what we had just done. "Oh my god," I breathed out as I started to step away from him.
He walked towards me and grabbed my waist to pull me back to him. "No, Chuck, we shouldn't have done this. I have to go," I said as I pulled away from him once more.
"Blair, come on, don't go, let's talk about this," he pleaded reaching for my hand.
"Chuck, this never happened. I have to go," I said firmly as I grabbed my bag and left the suite, leaving Chuck looking defeated.
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When I got back into my room, I immediately fell into my bed. What did I just do? I can't believe I went over there like that…and allowed that to happen. What was I thinking? Chuck and I cannot happen right now. I have Amelia to think about. What if Chuck and I got back together and then he left again? I definitely could not handle that. Amelia would be crushed. No, the right thing to do is forget that kiss ever happened and go back to just being friends like we always planned on doing. Everything will go back to normal.
But as I finally fell asleep, all I dreamed about were Chuck Bass and his kisses.
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