-1Author : Laura (alwaysbluex)
Summary : Drabbles of Chuck and Blair fighting, and dealing with a relationship. Just some classic chair!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or gossip girl.
A/N: More updates! I just want to thank everyone who reads and reviews my stories. It really means a lot.
Chuck tossed and turned in his lonely, cold bed in the smallest guest room imaginable. He wanted to be in a hotel suite right now, ravishing Blair. Not at her father's house sleeping in these cheap sheets. Well, they probably weren't that cheap. But for Chuck, they certainly were. He was seriously considering sneaking out, going to a bar, and meeting a desperate hot woman. Right now he was itching to get out of commitment.
Meanwhile Blair was snuggled in her soft, cozy bed. It was almost the exact same as the one she had at home. Her father made her up a similar room for her when she visited, and she loved him for it. Beside her Cat contently purred, wrapped up in a tiny ball. She sighed, softly petting the pepper gray colored kitten. Why wouldn't Eleanor let her have one? They were adorable, cuddly and comforting.
She was close to falling asleep when her bedroom door began to creek open. Slowly she sat up and let her eyes become accustomed to the light. It was Chuck, and he was missing a shoe. The scotch was coming off his breath stronger than usual. For the first time in days she became angry. Well, it was nice while it lasted.
"Chuck?" She spat, climbing out of the bed and marching right up to him. They were so close their noses grazed. But the look on Blair's face was far from satisfied.
"B Waldorf!" he slurred.
She pushed him backwards onto the bed.
"Not so rough Waldorf." he drawled. "Unless you want it that way this time."
"Explain yourself Bass." She said, her eyes dark with furry. "Why?"
Chuck laid back in the bed and sighed. "I didn't cheat on you. I couldn't. So I drank myself crazy, because I realized something that terrified me."
"What?" She whispered, her eyes starting to water. Why did she have to fall for him? She wasn't sure if he broke her right now she would ever be repaired.
"I realized," he started, trying to find the right words. Which was hard when he was drunk off his ass. "That, I never want to be without you."
He shook his head and laughed. "You've ruined me Waldorf. Forever." he added.
Blair slowly studied his face. "Is that a good thing?"
Chuck shook his head dramatically. "It's a great thing."
Blair sighed. And climbed up onto his lap. "You've ruined me too, you know."
"I know." Chuck sighed, playing with one of her ringlets.
Blair laughed. "You're not my prince."
"That's unfortunate." he mumbled into Blair's hair.
"I'm not sure I'd love you though, if you weren't Chuck Bass." she mused "Smarmy asshole extraordinaire!" she exclaimed.
Chuck ignored this. "Can I sleep with you Blair?" he questioned, slightly pouting.
Blair rolled her eyes. "If all we do is sleep."
"I love you Blair." Chuck mumbled, eyelids drooping.
"Thank you." Blair whispered, snuggling into Chuck's arms.
"Miss Blair, Miss Blair." The maid said, shaking her lightly.
"five more minutes Dorota." Blair mumbled, snuggling back into her human pillow.
"Your papa will not be happy boyfriends in your bed." she mused, setting down the tray of breakfast and walking out.
A/N: Sorry for the abrupt stop. I need to do my homework and catch up on sleep. This chapter was so fluff-tastic, I can't help it! More tomorrow if you guys are enjoying it.