Warning: here be spoilers!
It appears that Chuck begins a relationship with Raina, the daughter of his business rival/associate later this season. All I have to say is this: WHAT HAPPENED TO WAITING, YOU BASSTARD/HAT/HOLE? IF I DO NOT GET MY CHAIR WEDDING THEN I AM GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN AND CARVE YOU UP AND SERVE YOU FOR DINNER!
Enjoy.
Only One Who Knows Your Heart
She traces a line down one side of her champagne flute, watches the condensation gather on her finger with overt interest. The alcohol laces her tongue, curving across her lips when they kiss cold glass and consume. There are at least four pairs of eyes watching her, and she can't quite decide which is most worthy of her attention. She should have really brought a date - it's only form, after all - but time bombs don't tend to need backup, and she's already ticking.
"Blair."
"Chuck."
"What are you doing here?"
"Oh, you know me." She runs her tongue across her bottom lip, ostensibly to gather up any remaining traces of Krug. "I love a good brunch."
"Blair..."
"What?" A passing cater waiter receives her million watt smile and almost stumbles. "Is there some reason I ought not to be here, Chuck? Perhaps something you neglected to mention to me and which I had to find out from Gossip Girl? Something which would invalidate everything you said to me at the Saints and Sinners party?"
He grits his teeth. "Blair."
"No." Her eyes are cold. "We've played your 'maybe if we wait' game before. It's just another excuse."
"Blair -"
"No," she repeats. "Anytime I've tried to have a relationship with a normal, decent, functioning human being, you've done your level best to destroy it. I'm done letting you." Her bitch is on full throttle, and she can all but feel him rising to the challenge (because when has there ever a greater aphrodisiac than war, girlfriend or no girlfriend). "Now, I'm going off to find a nice marketing analyst to chat with." His eyes flash, and she smiles. "Are you ready to play that game?"
Fin.