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The holidays are approaching, and the streets are just shouting out Christmas spirit. Everyone is exited for the few
weeks off, including yours truly; Christmas plus champagne equals scandal, and I'm just hungry for a page-turner.
Spotted: B and S Christmas shopping (preparing for annual Christmas bash no doubt, hope you were lucky enough to
score an invitation, I will be attending. Of course. ). D and C doing the same, I knew they had gotten close before C left
town, but Christmas shopping together? It seams that C has found a permanent replacement for N. Poor N; will he be
spending Christmas alone?
Blair's eyes fluttered open; she shivered because of the cold. She turned to find the other side of the bed empty. Where's Chuck?
She draped the blanket around her naked body and left the bedroom in search of her husband, she found him, standing in front of
the window, staring out on New York City, he was only wearing his pajama bottoms, so she could she his muscled shoulders,
she loved them, she loved him. She advanced slowly and placed her hands around his waist, leaning her head on his back.
Relying on the pressure in between their body's to hold up the blanket. She could tell he was in deep thought just by how he was
standing.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing…"
Truthfully he was thinking about Nate, even though he could never forgive him, he still missed his best friend. Nate had been
there for seventeen years of his life; seventeen years of history don't just disappear.
"Liar."
Blair knew Chuck well enough to know he wasn't thinking about nothing. Chuck smirked; he loved how she could read him like
the cover of People magazine, as if his feelings were written across the page in big bold letters. He turned around, and the blanket
around Blair, at loss of support, fell to the ground. He grinned as he picked her up in is arms and carried her back to the bedroom.
She giggled trying to break free. They snuggled together under the sheets, her head on his chest, his arm around her. And just lay
there, lost in their thoughts.
She loved how he was with him, a completely different person. When they were in public, all he did was place his arm around
her, so people would know she belonged to him. But he never kissed her, or showed his affection. He became Chuck Bass,
womanizer. It's as if all day he was wearing a mask, and then he took it off when he got into bed with her. It's a self defense
mechanism. When they had been away, he had told her about his childhood, and she had understood why he had that brick wall
around his heart. It was fine with her, because she did the same thing. On the outside world, no one understood their relationship,
all they did was make snide comments about each other, but the outside world, never saw them holding hands under the table.
She thought back to when he had really proved his love to her, when he let a whole crowd of people see he was not just Chuck
Bass.
They were in a small pub in Amsterdam, dancing, her arms around his neck, his on her back. Her head on his chest, he had his
chin rested on her head protectively. He had been thinking about this for a few days, he was sure.
"Marry me."
She lifted her head in shock. Did she hear him right? No, it was just her mind playing tricks on her. She separated from him to
look in his eyes.
"What?"
"Marry me."
"Stop joking around with me Chuck."
"I'm not joking. I want to marry you Blair Waldorf, I want to make you my wife."
He had said it clearly, without flinching. She stood there, dumbstruck, she was screaming yes in her mind. But she couldn't
articulate the words. So he got up on the mini karaoke stage and started to speak.
"Blair Waldorf, I love you. And if it take a cheesy annoying love song to get you to marry me, than I'll sing you a cheesy
annoying love song. Hell, I'll sing you fifty of them if that's what it takes."
And he had, sung her a cheesy annoying love song, never separating his eyes from hers, he had belted away to secret smile like
the cheesy guy in the movies did at the window of his loved one. He sung his heart away, and she stood there, watching him,
tears rolling down her cheeks, and she nodded, continuously and smiled, she couldn't stop nodding, laughing, with tears
streaking down her cheeks. And when he finished, he ran at her, and she ran at him, and had caught her in his arms, and spinned
her around before kissing her passionately. Everyone in the pub had started cheering, clapping. And they stood their, smiling
uncontrollably at each other, their eyes filled with love.
And then he has said.
"You take care of my heart Blair Waldorf, it's very delicate."
And then she had said.
"You can start calling me Blair Bass."
So as they lay their thinking about the months they had spent together in Europe, Chuck kissed Blair's forehead and said.
"You take care of my heart Blair Bass, it's very delicate."
Dan and Serena were sitting in Starbucks sipping their coffees, talking joyfully, when Nate walked in. He spotted them, and
immediately turned around and walked right back out the door.
"I'll be right back Dan."
Serena ran after Nate and stopped him on the sidewalk.
"Nate. How are you doing?"
He responded snidely,
"How do you think I'm doing? My mom and dad just got divorced, dad's living with his brother, broke, somewhere in Texas,
and my mom is an alcoholic. I lost my three best friends, and got replaced by brooklyn boy sitting over there, who I'm surprised
hasn't beat me up yet for screwing his sister."
"Nate… I'm sorry…"
She was sorry, for taking sides, and leaving Nate alone, but she had had to, after what he did, Blair had needed her. She spoke
again.
"Dan doesn't know about you and Jenny."
"Oh, that would explain things... Look I got to go…"
Serena pulled something out of her pocket, an envelope.
"Here, you should come. It wouldn't be the same with out you. You know they'll forgive you eventually."
"I doubt it."
He sighed and took the envelope and walked away.
"Blair! I'm here! Where are you?"
Blair was lying in the fetal position in the corner of her room sobbing.
"Oh, Blair, hunny, I'm so sorry!"
She got on the floor and lied next to Blair.
"And the worst part about it is, I have no idea where to find him, he could be in fucking China, or Australia!"
She sobbed. Serena tried to comfort her, when her phone ringed. She picked it up. It was her mom who spoke on the line.
"I spoke to Bart, he said Chuck took off to Paris and is staying in one of his hotel's their, Bart's plane is waiting for Blair at JFK.
Get her packed."
"Thanks mom."
She hung up.
"Luckily for you, I know where he is."
Blair looked up in hope. Serena helped her get up, got her packed. She gave her a pair of oversized glasses, and a scarf to wrap
around her head. She needed to get out of New York without out the whole world knowing. She called a cab, and accompanied
Blair to the airport. And as her mom promised, the Bass jet was waiting there on standby. Serena watched as the plane took off
and smiled. Her phone rang. It was Nate. She stood their watching Blair's plane in the air. She let the phone ring.
Spotted: S and lonely boy in front of Starbuck's. S hands lonely boy an envelope, he walks away, she stands their
thinking, wind blowing her golden locks. END SCENE. How heartbreaking. Tear, tear.
C seen in Tiffany's buying quite expensive ornaments and at the market picking out a rather large tree and a turkey.
Seems like C is finally going to have a real Christmas by the fireplace with family. How cute.
XOXO – Gossip Girl
