"Chu-uck!" Blair whined sleepily, pulling on the blankets that her boyfriend had entangled himself in. "Move."
He snored in response. Blair tried pushing him but soon gave up upon realizing that he was more then double her size.
She huffed before grabbing as much of the blankets as possible and rolling over. She had just closed her eyes and began to drift off again when Chuck subconsciously pulled the blankets away from her again.
Narrowing her eyes and gritting her teeth, Blair fought back. Unfortunately for her Chuck was stronger, and he had the added advantage of not being fatigued and sleep deprived. He gave one almighty pull, causing Blair who had wrapped herself around one corner of the comforter to go flying, Literally.
"Ah!" Blair screeched as he body met with the cold wooden flooring. The 'thud' caused Chuck to finally awaken.
"Blair?" He blinked slowly, "What are you doing down there?"
Blair gave him the strongest death glare that she could muster up, before painfully getting to her feet and grabbing her pillow. "I want a divorce." She hissed furiously.
"We're not married." Chuck said confusedly, rubbing his face with his hands and sitting up straighter on the bed.
This realization made Blair angrier. "That is besides the point!"She spluttered, before storming off to go and sleep in the spare room.
Chuck shook his head and had just laid down to go back to sleep again a few minutes later, when a pillow came out of nowhere and smacked him in the face.
"Payback is a bitch." His beloved girlfriend spat reappearing in the doorway for a second before quickly retreating again.
"Love you!" Chuck called sardonically after her.
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"Blair," Chuck sidled up to her as she was about to get into the shower the next morning. "You know how I promised we'd have a quiet night in tonight?"
"Yeah," Blair replied warily, folding her arms across her chest.
"Well Murphy just rang me. One of the shareholders is hosting a dinner-dance this evening. I can't not go Blair. I'm sorry." He told her.
Blair sighed, "You promised Chuck. You said it would just be you and me."
"I know," Chuck said resignedly. "If it makes you feel better I already know that I won't have fun."
"Why?"
"'Cause you won't be there." He said smoothly. "No, actually all of the board members are over fifty, and their wives look double that. I'll be the youngest man there. Guaranteed I'll be the only one there under forty."
"Woe is you," Blair rolled her eyes, "I guess it's just me, Audrey and Cary then." She stepped into the shower but left the door slightly ajar so that she could still talk to Chuck. "Goody."
"You could always come with me," Chuck pointed out as he brushed his teeth. "Like I said, it'll be a snooze fest, but at least you won't be stuck here watching old movies and eating popcorn on your own."
"So instead I'll be meeting the generation of people who were most likely in their thirty's when said old movies came out?" Blair laughed.
"Now I think that's stretching it a bit," Chuck smiled, "But yeah, pretty much."
Blair snorted.
"Besides," He continued with almost to much ease, "It wouldn't do any harm for you to meet some of the people who are involved in the company. After all, I can't have the trustees thinking the girl I'm going to marry is some mindless floozy..."
The water switched off and Blair stepped out with a towel wrapped around herself. "On second thoughts, I think I have the perfect dress for the occasion. It'd be a shame to waste it." She said nonchalantly.
Both pretended that they didn't notice the beaming smile that was on the others' face.
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"When you said that you had the perfect dress I did not think that you meant that." Chuck muttered as he placed a hand against her bare back and led her into the ballroom.
"I don't see what the problem is," Blair said serenely. "My dress is more then appropriate."
"It's backless," He hissed. "And the two spaghetti string straps that tie around your neck aren't doing much either." He pointedly ignored all the stares that they were getting and the amount of old codgers whose eyes were transfixed on Blair. "Are you trying to give people heart attacks?"
"Half of the ladies here are dressed in less then I am." Blair pointed out patiently, waving and smiling at a group of people. "Nobody cares about them."
"It's not the dress Waldorf, it's who's in it." Chuck smiled through gritted teeth as one of the younger executives openly leered at Blair. "With those old biddies it's hard to tell where there skin starts and where the wrinkles begin. Unlike you," His fingertips grazed over her milky skin causing a shiver to run down her spine.
"I'll fake a cold and put on your jacket later." Blair conceded as Chuck handed her a Cosmopolitan while taking a scotch for himself.
"Until then you'd better keep the paramedics on speed dial." She let out an over exaggerated yawn and stretched her arms out, purposely letting the material of her dress pull taut around her stomach and bust. "Might as well give them one last thrill before they croak it."
A glass or two were clearly heard shattering in the distance.
