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I'm thinking maybe one or two more chapters of this story, considering this was only suppose to be a one shot! But I've been brainstorming an actual, like, story to write about. CHAIR of course. Blair has to protect Chuck from killers and haters because he's a multimillionaire and she's the FBI's best protector?

WHAT?! WHO GAVE YOU THAT IDEA?!

X-D

It was getting worse.

Perhaps it wouldn't have started if Serena van der Woodsen hadn't disappeared suddenly, in the midst of everything going on. Perhaps it wouldn't have started if Nate never started smoking pot. Perhaps it wouldn't have started if her father never fell for her mother's model. Perhaps…perhaps…perhaps.

But it did start, and Blair Waldorf was once again, in the bathroom, her head resting on the wall around the toilet. She was fat and ugly, maybe that was why everyone was changing. Maybe she just wasn't good enough for everyone. That was what her mother usually implied anyways.

This time, she had run into the bathroom in the midst of the dinner party her mother was throwing again. Nate hadn't been able to tell that Blair's mood had been dark and cranky ever since her father and her best friend left. The only confident she had was Chuck Bass, but even he didn't know what she was making herself do. Had she known a pair of brown eyes followed her curiously out of the room, maybe she would have suspected that her secret eating disorder wasn't so secret anymore.

It was tiring to be perfect all the time, Blair mused as she continued to sit in the same spot as when she puked. No one ever told her she was beautiful and special and amazing anymore. Her mother had never spoken those words, and Nate never did either. All she had to rely on was her father, and he wasn't even in New York City anymore. He had moved to France, leaving his Blair Bear in the midst of total destruction.

"Waldorf?"

Blair bolted up straight and flushed the toilet, trying to rid all evidence of what she had been doing lately away. Quickly, she stood up and opened the bathroom door slightly. "Bass?"

Chuck ran his fingers through his gelled hair. He hadn't meant to follow Blair, but this wasn't the first time she had abruptly left the table in a hurry and headed into the bathroom. He wasn't to investigate what she was doing. "What are were doing?"

"What does it look like I was doing? I was peeing."

Chuck rolled his eyes. "You're lying to me."

"Am not!" Blair protested, even though she was.

"You're mouth isn't matching your eyes when you talk. Now spill."

Blair sighed and crossed her arms. Chuck pulled the bathroom door open all the way and his nose scrunched up. "It smells like puke," And then it dawned on him. "Waldorf, you're not…" his voiced trailed off, not being able to complete the sentence.

Blair brushed passed the brunette boy, ignoring the concern look he was giving her. "I'm not what, Chuck? Not making myself throw up?" her voice cracked for a moment before she recovered. "Why does it matter? No one cares about me."

Chuck watched as Blair walked over to her bed and sat there. She really didn't know that he cared about her? That stupid butterflies were always making him nauseas because whenever they were around, she was around? "That's not true, and you know that."

She turned to him, her eyes flashing. Was he testing her? Even he knew how dangerous that was. "Who cares about me, Chuck? My best friend left me, my boyfriend is stoned like a nincapoop, my mother is drunk and doesn't love me, and my own father left me for a man! Excuse me for thinking that nothing I do is ever right!" Tears were threatening to pour down her delicate cheeks.

Chuck looked at her with concern. He hadn't known that this much had been bottled up in her small petite body. So he did the most awkward thing that he could possibly do. He walked right up to her and hugged her.

You have to understand, Chuck Bass never gave hugs. He had never been the huggy type, but this was an exception. Blair Waldorf was always the exception. He felt her stiffen in his arms for a moment, before relaxing and breaking down in tears. Chuck awkwardly patted her on the back, trying to soothe her. He also didn't deal with crying girls that well either.

"Never think that no one cares about you. I'm always here, even though we always argue and crap. I won't be going anywhere. You're my family, Waldorf, and I'm yours. Don't worry about Nathanial, he'll snap out of it. And if he doesn't, well, that just proves that you're too good for him.

Blair sniffled and gave Chuck a small smile. Who knew that he could actually be a caring Basshole for once in his life? It was probably one of the only times in her sixteen years of living that Chuck had ever admitted that they were family. And sometimes, she wanted to be more then family. She wanted to be his. But Nate was her prince in shinning armor, not her beast. The beast was always scary.

But the beast in front of her had another side. He seemed to care about her well being and was willing to risk everything in his life for her. And Blair had to thank Chuck for that. One day, just not today.

"Promise me you won't scare me like that anymore." Chuck said, staring at her. Blair bit her lip and nodded. "Now that we have that covered, lets skip out on this lame party and watch a movie or something."

Blair hugged Chuck for one more moment before nodding. "I'll call Dorota to send up popcorn, you pick out the movie. And no scary movies, I want something with a happily ever after right now." Chuck smirked at her before turning and looking at her movie list.

The movies ranged from every category possible. But Chuck knew just the one for a moment like this. So when Blair came prancing in, well, she was in shock that she saw Beauty and the Beast beginning on the screen, and Chuck already sleeping on her bed.

She sighed and placed the popcorn between the two and smiled at him. He was adorable when he slept, so peaceful. And the dream was probably a good one, considering she kept seeing his lips turn upwards. Hopefully, it was about her. Well, she hoped anyways. It may not being. But it better be. Or maybe not, she couldn't choose.

Her fingers intertwine with his and Blair rested her head on his shoulder. As if by magic, Chuck's rested right on top of hers.

Nate may be her prince charming, but Blair would pick the beast any day.

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