This is a Chair story only.

Warning: eating disorder

Skinny Love

Blair needed control. Control on her eating, on her life. But she would never be free. Not talking about being a slave. Bulimia. Pathetic. Her mind was spinning and saying that she was disgusting for doing it. For not being able to diet. For not being enough. For being friends with her master and wishing, maybe it could be more than friends. Disgusting.

She hadn't kept a meal down since she got there. It used to be an ocasual thing. Now it was permanent, she couldn't officially keep food down. And that was rather pathetic to her.

She was there for days and all she could think of was how fat she was and how selfishly her stomach had consumed some of the calories she had eaten. Bulimia.

She wanted to run away, never come back. But she didn't have a place to go.

A home.

And her father was the least person she ever wanted to see again and so was her mother. For Blair, these two were dead. And she knew it was an awful thing to say about her own parents, but it wasn't her fault they treated her badly since she was a child. She was pure.

The thing that most scared her in the world was Chuck finding out about her eating disorder. He would hate her. He would slap her. He would be mean to her.

" Blair?" He asked, as he got to the slaves' room. It was a routine now. He wanted to wake her up, it was getting late in the morning. She moved herself in the hard bed and felt the cold hair. She sat in the bed immediately.

" Good morning." She yawned. Chuck noticed she had black circles under her eyes.

" Are you okay?" She nodded, but then she started coughing. " What is wrong?"

" Nothing." She mumbled as she tried to get up but her legs couldn't take her weight. What the heck is wrong? Blair thougt. She had never been sick. Her head was spinning and she couldn't see.

" CHUCK! Chuck!" She screamed in panick. He ran to her and catched her before she could hit the floor and placed her in the bed once again, covering her with the wispy sheet of her bed.

She'll be too cold just on this. Then, he decided to take the girl to his room and closed the door behind them. He placed her skinny, fragile body on the bed. What was wrong with her?

Do I call the doctor? Won't that seem too caring? She's a slave, after all. His mind was battling against his heart, and finally, he decided it was better for him (and for her) that his parents didn't know he called a doctor for a miserable slave. Only Blair wasn't one. She was so much more.

After about an hour of waiting she opened her chocolate brown eyes and stared into his deep ones.

" What happened?" She asked.

" I could ask exactly the same, Blair." He said, a bit coldly. " Were you sick?" She shook her head. " Are you feeling alright? Don't you dare to lie." She didn't answer and reflected. Was she feeling ok? No, she was hungry as heck.

" Answer me." He said, his voice still low and calm.

" No, not really. But I'm not sick." She explained, hoping he would and wouldn't understand at the same time.

" What do you mean?" He asked, truly confused. Was she depressed? No, that doesn't make people faint. Wasn't she eating properly? No, she had been eating with him lots of times in this past days. Then his memory flashed. All the visits to the bathroom after eating, all the sounds he heard from downstairs at the night. Bulimia. Blair was bulimic.

" What do you mean, Blair?" She noticed by his eyes the realization, but he still needed the confirmation from her. And her body was a battlefield, because she was scared of admiting. She knew that when she said it out loud, he would never look at her the same way. But he could tell when she lied. So that wasn't an option.

" I just did that once." She lied and told the truth at once. His face would be comic if she wasn't the victim. From hurt, to anger, to pain, to something she had never seen on his eyes.

" When?" He asked. She sighed. She didn't know how to keep the lie up.

" Yesterday?" She tried. He wanted to slap her, really, but he couldn't.

" Blair, Blair, what did I tell you about lying? Don't." His eyes and voice were dangerous and she was scared of the unknown Chuck Bass.

" Okay, it wasn't once or twice! I have been doing it since I was 13!" She yelled, tears falling from her eyes. He shook his head, this couldn't be true. He was kind of disappointed. And he wanted to help her.

" Blair..." She was sobbing on her hands now, despair eminent on her shaking body. " Blair, look at me." She did as he told her. Her eyes were so sad, paranoid. Mad.

" Please." She said finally.

And if he was other, he wouldn't have understood. But he was Chuck freaking Bass. He wasn't other.

" We have to talk about it!" He said, exasperated.

" I don't want to, Chuck!" She screamed, her eyes filled with the inicial fire. He grabved her arm.

" BUT YOU WILL!" He shouted.

" I AM FINE!" She cried out, her voice breaking at the 'fine'. She started crying even more forcefully than before. He didn't know what do. He wanted to be angry at her, he did but seeing her crying like that seemed to make his madness go away.

He held her for a while, until the tears stopped and she closed her eyes. And he knew he was going to help her though this. Because in this moment, he didn't care if Blair was a slave and he was his master. He didn't care about her body, beauty, social class, intelligence. He just cared about her. Because Blair Waldorf was going to change the world someday and he knew it.

And he knew he loved her, but he could never say it out loud. Because Chuck Bass didn't do love. And because he didn't want to be the kind of Romeo and Juliet. Because we all know how that story ended.

He took her to the slaves' room, receiving confused stears from the other pretty slaves in there that he slept with. They were probably wondering why he never treated them that way, or if he was the one who hurt her.

" Just spill whatever all of you are thinking!" He screamed. They looked down. That was the difference between them and Blair. Blair didn't bite her tongue. " Whatever, slaves." Until one of them, that surprisingly he never slept with opened her mouth.

" Master, we are all wondering if you hurted Blair." She admitted. She was brave. Very brave.

" No, whatever-your-name-is-suposed-to-be. I didn't hurt her. I wouldn't think of it, actually."

" Are you in love with her?" The voice of the girl was like cristal. She wasn't any older than 15 years old.

" No, that's absurd." Chuck replied and the girl's eyes shined harder.

" What is love?" She enquired and Chuck smiled at the young girl. " I mean, Master, I was never in love with a boy. But I was in love once. I think. But you are the one who can tell me if it's true or not, that's what my mother told me. She said you're always right and I need to obey and shut the hell up. She told me I wasn't in love with her."

Chuck opened his mouth in shock. The girl was gay. Wow. That was shocking, actually. He waited for the girl to continue.

" After the person I loved died, my mother told me I couldn't love her anymore. But it didn't make me stop. You don't choose who you love, and who you forget. Even if it haunts you till the rest of your life. I didn't stop and I don't regret it a single day, because the memories she left me kept her alive. And then, my mother gave me away and it didn't matter because I'd always have those memories, no matter where I was." She paused, trying to control her tears. " You can love Blair. No matter how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise, you can."

Chuck was surprised by the speach. The girl chose the right words, and he didn't know how to speak in that moment. It was pathetic not to know how to speak with a slave.

" I'm sorry."

" I'm not." The girl answered. " I'm not sorry I met her. And I'll never be sorry I fell in love with her. And I'll miss her for the rest of my life, I know I will, but I'll never be sorry I could spend some time with her."

Chuck left and the girl smiled because she knew she had touched him. Deeply.

When Blair woke up she saw it was already daylight.

Where was Chuck? How could she miss him so damn much? She got up and went to his room and knocked. She couldn't be less shocked when she saw him with another woman. It was like being punched in the guts. She could feel the hot tears falling from her eyes and running down her cheeks.

How could he pretend he liked her?

How could he make her fall in love with him?

She ran upstairs and put herself under the covers once again, until she realized how ridiculous she was being. She looked like a young teenager.

She couldn't love him. Better, she could never let him know she did. And that he hurt her. Because once Blair promised she would never trust a man. And she did. And she ended up foolish, thinking he would love her back.

" Blair?" She heard Chuck's voice calling. She got up and dried her tears. It was time to act like who she was. A slave.

" Good morning, Master. Do you need anything?" She told him, curtsying him. He raised his eyebrow. What was wrong with Blair?

" No. You don't need to call me master."

" Why not, Master? I'm just like the other slaves. " His eyes widened. Was she even listening to herself?

" Blair, we've been though this..." He said, tiredly.

" Yes, we have." She said, nodding. " And now we're back there." She was really annoying him. She wanted to be treated like the others? Ok, he could do that.

" Fine, slave, go make me breakfast and clean my room."

" Yes, master. Excuse me." She went to the kitchen and made his breakfast like the breakfast of a king. Like the other slaves would, she thought and went to his room give it to him.

After he ate it, she started cleaning. She was tired and her legs were hurting and was knees were bleeding for being kneeled on the hard stone floor. He noticed.

" You should take care of that."

" I didn't finish yet, Master." She mumbled the word master.

" I told you to take care of that. The room is well-cleaned, Blair." He told her with impatience.

" Fine." She snapped. He smirked. He was getting to her, playing his games, confusing her mind. " What's so funny, Chuck? I mean, Master?" He was laughing now.

" You are so funny." He mocked. She sended daggers to him with her eyes. " Blair, what is wrong?"

" Geez, you can't do that to me. You can't pretend to like me and then go to bed with some slut you don't even know the name the day after! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"

" Are you jealous, Blair?"

" No!" She screamed. "Ugh, no one can ever talk to you!" Her angry tone made him chuckle.

" You are jealous!" She was about to answer when he got to her and kissed her cheek softly. " I'm just kidding Blair. I want nothing more than friends with you. You are a slave and I'm a prince. It would never work"

You didn't even tried! she wanted to scream. But she didn't. She sucked it up and nodded. It broke his heart she agreed with him. If only he knew what was on her mind.

And that was the moment, they realized you can't chose who you love, you just prove it.

Because what they had was a skinny love.