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The annoying sound of his phone ringing brought Chuck out of his dreamless sleep. Irritated, he turned over in a pointless attempt to convince himself that it was just a text and the frustrating beeping would stop at any second... After waiting a good minute, Chuck threw the covers off himself and grabbed the phone without checking who it was.
"What?" He could hear loud music and shouting voices. His head was too fuzzy to process this fact and he was not in the mood to play games, "Who is it?" He growled, his bad mood worsening by the second.
"Chuck?" her voice was quiet and he had to strain his ears to hear her with all the background noise.
"Blair? Blair is that you?" Not waiting for an answer, Chuck glanced at the caller id on his phone which confirmed his suspicions. "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.
"No" she wailed down the phone, her voice immediately dissolving into sobs. His heart skipped at the sound and he sat bolt-upright, fully awake now.
"What's wrong Blair? What's happened?" He asked his voice frantic.
"C-c-chuck I'm at a c-c-club and this g-g-guy tried to h-h-hit on me and I p-p-pushed him away but he k-k-kept following me and I b-b-broke my heel and I want to g-g-go home!" She cried. Chuck began pulling his clothes and shoes on.
"Is the guy there with you now Blair?" he asked coldly, instantly hating the man who had dared to even go near her.
"N-n-no, I'm in the bathroom" She sighed shakily. He was now walking toward the limo which was waiting for him outside.
"Okay Blair, stay where you are, I'm coming to get you" He barked at the driver to take him to the club he knew Blair would be at.
"Don't leave me!" she slurred into the phone and Chuck realised she was extremely drunk. Blair never slurred.
"I'm not going to leave you Blair, I won't hang up the phone until you can see me okay?" He closed his eyes against the headache that was beginning to form.
"Do you promise Chuck?" she asked and he could practically see her pouting as she said it.
"Yes I promise. Blair, what have you been drinking?" he sighed, not liking the necessary change of conversation.
"I had vodka in teeny little glasses. Chuck they're so cute!" she giggled.
"How many shots did you have?" he asked, dreading the answer.
"Huh?" She asked the confusion evident in her voice. He pinched the bridge of his nose tightly.
"How many little glasses of vodka did you have Blair?"
"Oh... I don't remember... I stopped counting after 6" came her slurred reply. Panicked, Chuck shouted at his driver to go faster.
"Don't leave me" Blair's voice moaned in Chuck's ear.
"I won't, I'm here" Chuck said as he quickly climbed out of the limo and into the club, heading straight for the toilets. He hung up when he saw her sitting down on the floor. Despite being drunk and dishevelled with a broken shoe, she still managed to look gorgeous. When she saw him, she got up unsteadily and began to walk over to him.
"Hello Chuck Bass! I'm your lover... Blair Waldorf!" she laughed, stumbling a bit. Chuck quickly grabbed her arm to steady her.
"I know who you are Blair" he smirked slightly.
"Oh good" She wrapped her arms around him; he hugged her back but only briefly. He needed to get her home. He shrugged himself out of his jacket and wrapped it round her. He then took her hand and began to lead her to the exit.
"Chuck" she whined.
"Yes?" he replied, busy trying to push his way through the crowds of people.
"I want you to hold my hand" he turned round to see that pout he had imagined, only the real thing had an even worse effect on him.
"I am holding your hand Blair" he laughed at her. Chuck and Blair holding hands, he cringed slightly at the thought. They both looked down at their intertwined hands.
"Oh, I knew that." She snapped, an adorable lost expression on her face.
"Wow Waldorf, you really are drunk aren't you?" he smirked at her as she limped along beside him.
"I am not drunk Bass, I'm just tired because I've been up drinking all night" she nodded like what she had just said had made perfect sense. He shook his head at her reasoning and continued to pull her along despite her drunken protests.
"Bass...stop it...I can't walk...my heel...BASS!" she squealed as she pulled her hand out of his grasp and stopped abruptly in the middle of the street. Chuck sighed and glanced at the limo parked only a few metres away.
"Come on Waldorf. I thought you wanted to go home?" he tried to be persuasive but his patience was wearing thin. Blair was hard enough to deal with when she was sober.
"I don't feel well Chuck and I can't walk!" she looked like she was about to cry again. Chuck's irritation vanished at the sight and he wrapped his arms around her so he was supporting most of her weight. She leaned her head on his shoulder as he hauled her towards the limo.
"Chuck, drinking this much is very very very bad and I think you should punish me" Blair moaned into his ear.
"As enjoyable as that sounds Waldorf, I think the hangover you're going to have tomorrow will be punishment enough" Blair nodded, her eyelids drooping. After instructing the driver to take them back to his apartment, Chuck leaned over to check on Blair who was now unconscious. At some point during the journey her sleeping form fell onto his lap and he found himself absently stroking her curls. When they arrived, he could not wake her up no matter how hard he tried.
"Why stop at difficult when you can make things impossible, eh Waldorf?" he muttered as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to his room. He placed her carefully on the bed as he walked to the kitchen to get her a glass of water for when she woke up. When he returned to the room, the bed was empty and he could hear her retching from the bathroom. He flinched slightly at the sound and he quickly went to the bathroom, placing the glass of water on the side. He then moved over to Blair, holding her hair back as she continued to expel the large amount of alcohol she had consumed from her body. She tried to pull away from him and Chuck knew she was embarrassed.
"It's okay Blair, don't worry, I won't hold your drunken escapades against you" he said lightly as she flushed the toilet and grabbed the glass of water that he had brought for her.
"How are you feeling?" He asked her as she ran her hands through her tangled hair.
"I'd feel a lot better if you shut the hell up" she groaned at him, stumbling past him in an attempt to get to the door.
"Whoa Waldorf, where do you think you're going?" Chuck demanded, grabbing her arm.
"I'm leaving" Blair replied, swaying slightly on her feet. Chuck could see she was exhausted.
"Sorry Blair, but that's just not gonna happen." He wrapped his arm around her waist and began leading her towards the bed; she did nothing to stop him. She lay down and Chuck gently took off her shoes before removing his own and laying down next to her.
"Waldorf?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah" she whispered, almost asleep.
"Why did you drink so much today? What were you trying to forget?" There was a long pause and Chuck assumed she had fallen asleep.
"You" came her reply.
"I don't want you to forget me" he said, and his voice sounded vulnerable in the silence.
"That's good because I can't" she murmured sleepily, leaning into him as his hands wrapped themselves around her body, pulling her closer.
"It's okay, you can go to sleep Blair, I won't touch you...much" she laughed softly, moving herself even closer to him.
"I hope that's not a promise" she sighed, closing her eyes.
"It's not" he whispered back, kissing her forehead before shutting his eyes as well.
