"Thank God they're finally gone!" Blair let out a sigh of relief as she kicked off her heels and pulled her hair down from it's stiff up-do.

"Why does everyone always choose here to congregate?" Chuck muttered, loosening his tie. "Don't they have houses of their own?"

"Evidently not," Blair agreed, turning up her nose at the scarce remains of her refrigerator. "I swear, every time Serena comes over she cleans us out. She's like a bottomless pit."

Chuck snorted and threw his cell to her. "Chinese or Indian?"

"Actually I'm kind of in the mood for Italian," Blair mused, dialing the number and putting in their order. "I can't wait until Dorota gets back." She sighed wistfully as she sat down next to Chuck. "She makes the best ravioli."

Chuck rolled his eyes, "Maybe, but she never fails to put me off it by lecturing us on sex and marriage. I think I'm actually starting to miss the lectures on 'God is always watching'."

"It's withdrawal." Blair told him with a smirk. "It passes. I went through the same thing when Eleanor finally stopped criticizing me."

"There's nothing she could possibly criticize Blair." Chuck told her sternly. "Eleanor knows that."

Blair smiled, and nodded. "Though I'd say that her change of heart had more to do with you subtly dropping hints about 'dementia' and 'nursing homes' then her desire to show me how much I mean to her."

"I still have those brochures for Everview Green..." Chuck said hopefully.

"The one in Wisconsin?" Blair giggled. "I think she'd drop dead on the spot."

"All the more reason to suggest it."

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"So what do you want to do today?" Blair asked Chuck cheerfully the next morning.

"We could always stay in bed all day," Chuck winked, before hastily adding upon Blair's glare, "Or we could, you know, go to the park?"

Blair rolled her eyes at his obvious lack of enthusiasm before thoughtfully flipping through her closer for inspiration. "We could go ice-skating," She suggested, while holding her pink and white winter dress with matching skates against her body.

"It's October," Chuck told her, "There will be plenty of time to drag me into the freezing cold in a few months."

Blair pouted before replacing the outfit. "Sight-seeing?" She held up a floaty blue dress and an oversized handbag.

"We live in New York City and it's rush hour." Chuck flipped through his newspaper nonchalantly.

"Scouting out possible investors for Bass Industries?" Fire red silk with navy blue accents.

"I thought you wanted to have fun."

"A nice walk around the Gardens?" White muslin with red silk roses and a large straw hat.

"I'd end up ravishing you among the flower beds, consequently getting us kicked out." Chuck paused. "Again."

Blair flushed guiltily and didn't reply. She finally pulled out her her new navy silk dress with the short puffy skirt and her opaque red heels. Without consulting Chuck she quickly got dressed and modeled the completed outfit for his inspection. "Lunch at the Tribeca followed by an afternoon of shopping before returning back home for dinner and a quiet evening in." She said firmly, as he smiled and took her outstretched hand.

"Sounds like a plan Waldorf." Chuck agreed as he changed his bow-tie and pocket square to match her dress. "But we both know that the quiet evening in isn't going to be feasible."

"Oh?"

"Whenever we are in the apartment alone together - and I use the term alone very loosely because yes I do remember that one time in New Haven last year with Eleanor and Lily in the other room - you seem to have quite a bit of trouble staying quiet. In fact I would even go as far as to say that you have to really work to keep your utterances down to a low scream." Chuck smirked.

Blair glowered. "I hate you."

He chuckled before taking her hand in his and leading her to the elevator.

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"I have to go to the toilet." Blair excused herself as Chuck talked business with one of his executive friends. He gave her an apologetic look and she gave him a reassuring smile. She was used to having either one of them accosted by colleagues on outings. It came from being the CEO of a major company in Chuck's case, or from running a top fashion house in hers.

They were far too successful for their own good.

As she flushed the toilet and washed her hands in the extravagant cubicle she heard voices carrying from outside, her hand was just on the lock when she heard her name mentioned. She creaked the door open slightly, enough to see three women in their early thirties gathered around the mirrors fixing their make up.

"Honestly though, did you see what she's wearing?" the first woman remarked.

"I know! That dress is so last season and as for those heels... I've seen hookers wearing lower stilettos." the second said scornfully.

"She still manages to look drop dead gorgeous though. I'd kill for her figure." The third voice said wistfully, applying another think layer of concealer on top of the blemishes that were very prominent on her pale, horselike face.

"Her figure?" the second tittered. "It's the boyfriend I want. Do you see the way he looks at her?"

"Like she's the only woman in the world." the third sighed. "I heard that they were high school sweethearts, you know."

"She's only with him for the money." the first sniped.

"But she's Blair Waldorf. As in Eleanor Waldorf's daughter." the third said meaningfully. "I don't think she needs the money."

Blair smirked before pushing the door the remainder of the way open and stepping out confidently. "Marissa Jenkins, Lucy Evans, and Gertrude Dale." She said with satisfaction as she fixed her curls in the mirror and reapplied her lipstick. "I believe my boyfriend has invited you and your husbands to sit with us." The three ladies paled as Blair smacked her lips and gathered her purse together again. "I guess I'll see you girls outside." Giving them a small wave and a skillful arch of her eyebrows she exited the bathroom with her infamous style and grace.

Those catty bitches were right about one thing, Blair thought as she sat down next to her boyfriend, I am Blair Waldorf. Chuck put his hand on her knee and she placed her hand on top of his and squeezed gently. He smiled at her.

And to Chuck she was the only woman in the world. The only woman of any importance, anyway.