A/N: Just some little angsty drabbles. =) Hopefully you understand the time frame and background info. If not, just ask. =)
*Dedicated to BookCaseGirl. 'Cause life is sometimes sucky, but you are always wonderful.
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Drabble 1:
He watched her from afar, wondering what she was thinking. She stood beside a French boy and flirted shamelessly. She wasn't an embarrassing flirt either. She'd never been, not even when she'd practically thrown herself at Nathaniel for just a little of his attention. Chuck was not thrilled that one of the French boys Blair had met over the summer had transferred to Columbia and was in a number of Blair's classes, but he knew he had no right to be upset, and so never interfered. She had a right to be happy, and he'd known from the beginning that would never be with him.
"Chuck?"
Eva's voice drew him out of his thoughts like sweet honey draws a bee to the most beautiful flower. Eva seemed perfect. Though, she did look like the typical blonde on the outside, she was anything but on the inside. She had the largest heart he'd ever seen. He wouldn't be surprised if she gave to charities and volunteered for the homeless as a hobby. She was fun to be around and she had an incredible conscience, one that never annoyed him. He had a second chance with her. She made him happy.
"Yes?"
"Do you still love her?" she asked.
He blinked, hardly the question he'd expected to exit her mouth. There was even a hint of worry in her big, blue eyes.
"What?" he asked, sounding more shocked than he'd meant to. Eva pursed her lips.
"You told me the two of you have history," she said softly, "and I know you like me and you want to forget your past, but…"
"Who I was in my past was not someone who could ever be worthy of you." He held her chin between two fingers. It did not seem to ease her doubts. "Blair was in my past," he assured her.
"That doesn't answer my question," she said, searching her eyes for some sort of denial on his part, just to get her through the day.
"I like you a lot, Eva. I'm not going back to Blair. Not even if that was an option, would I go back to Blair." He was very sure of himself, and she believed every word he said. He believed it too, and because of it she finally relaxed, leaning forward to peck him softly on the lips.
"…because I love her. And I can't make her happy."
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Drabble 2:
"Blair! Blair!"
"Leave me alone, Chuck!" She stomped away from him, straight into the hotel suite at the Empire she'd innocently checked into.
"Blair!" He grumbled momentarily when the door shut and locked behind her. But it was hardly an issue for him. A few swift movements to one of the staff members on that floor, and he was instantly let in with the master key. He waved the staff member off as he entered the suite and shut the door behind him.
Blair sighed, annoyed. "Breaking and entering, Chuck? Really?" She stared intensely at the bottle of liquor sitting temptingly in front of her.
"It's not breaking and entering if you own the hotel."
She scoffed, not even pausing to think of how Chuck-like he sounded at that particular moment. It wasn't as if he was a completely different person when they met up again at the end of the summer, but there was a clear difference. That difference had been fading, melding into the old Chuck. Tonight when he'd told her that Eva had broken up because she couldn't stand his emotional cheating on her, she'd calmly made it out of the gala ballroom and headed off to The Empire. Hardly five seconds later, he'd followed her. She instantly panicked when she realized him following her inside of his hotel, especially when she started running and he started chasing. Unfortunately for him, he'd missed the first hotel and ran up the stairs to keep up with her.
"Blair, just let me get this out."
Her eyes flashed up to his. She straightened and raised her eyebrows expectantly, crossing her arms across her chest. "Fine. Speak!" She started walking towards him, suddenly very fired up. "Tell me your still in love with me. Tell me this time will be different. Tell me to marry you just because you can!"
His expression had been calm until her last exasperation had been shouted in his face. His eyes widened and he thought he couldn't breathe for a few moments. He didn't know she had known about the engagement ring…
Blair's eyes searched his desperately, the rage almost evaporated completely in the need for the confirmation of what she'd just said.
"No," he said.
Her eyes watered and she turned away. After a few moments filled with stifled sobs, she found her voice. "If you won't leave, I will go to a different hotel."
Slowly, Chuck moved away from her and walked towards the door, closing it softly behind him. More cheeks spilled down her cheeks when she looked to where he'd been and found the space vacant. She walked to the couch and curled up on it, huddling close to herself and cursing the feelings she should have known would never go away. Six months since she'd left him, and she was still pissed as hell. She was also still madly in love with him, and that made everything worse.
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Drabble 3:
His heavy breathing made her turn around. She was shocked to see him so disheveled-looking in the doorway. Even when he'd come back acting much more casual than he'd ever been, she'd never seen him like this. When he'd asked her to come over, she'd been hesitant but had still come. Over the last few months, though she'd been positive they could never be together, her sympathy after learning of his getting shot had allowed a friendship between them. There was no reason for her to be cautious about coming over.
"Chuck?" Her brows furrowed, concerned. "What is it?"
"Eva and I broke up," he said, walking towards her slowly and still trying to catch his breath.
"What happened?" she asked, sympathizing again.
"She didn't want to be with someone who's still in love with his first love, his only love, his—"
He was a breath away, and she placed her hand over his mouth, preventing him from saying another word. Or doing anything else.
"This doesn't change anything," she whispered, cursing herself for looking so deeply into his eyes and then staring at his lips once she'd taken her hand away. She waited for him to look disappointed or outraged, but nothing came.
"With us, I mean," she clarified. Chuck nodded slowly, a smile playing on his lips. She was completely lost in the signs he was showing off.
"I was going to ask you to marry me," he told her. She could not hide how her eyes widened at the statement. She'd been told something of that nature vaguely throughout the last few months, but hearing it from his own mouth was completely different.
"Chuck—"
He silenced her with a scorching kiss, thrilled more than he could have possibly imagine that she did not push him away, slap him, or storm off. Instead, she responded, pulling him closer to her.
"No," she pulled away finally, shaking her head with her eyes closed. "I can't let you in again. I can't let you hurt me. I can't…" she trailed off, shuddering beneath him as he began to decorate her throat with sensual kisses.
"I don't deserve you. I know I don't. I don't deserve your love. But I'll never be able to stop loving you, not if you hate me or push me out of your life completely. Not even liking and dating another girl or changing my life around has made it stop. The butterflies…" he breathed roughly, "are always there."
His head nestled against her neck, but finally he looked up at her. "Tell me you don't love me, and I swear I'll walk away. But I'll never stop loving you. No one will ever measure up, at least not to me."
She bit her lip, fighting herself for how much she should actually say. She took a shaky breath and swallowed hard. She couldn't tell if Chuck was needed an answer out of her as much as she did, but the obvious difference in his expression told her all she needed to know when she laid her hand gently along to side of his face.
"I still love you, Chuck," she said. Then, she leaned forward and kissed him slowly, softly. She swore the shaky desperate feeling transferred to his body. When she lifted her head to greet his hazel-brown eyes again, he was still searching hers. But an almost coy smile had rested on her face.
"Love makes everything simple," she said. He exhaled in obvious relief and pulled her closer, kissing her intensely until they both needed a sufficient amount of air.
"Marry me," he breathed, glorying in her scent and the feel of her body in such an intimate way again. Just after the words slipped out, he wondered anxiously if he had been too forward. He couldn't lose her again. Not after such a breakthrough.
"I'll think about it," she giggled against him. His fears evaporated.
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! =) Angsty drabbles were requested, but I'm a sucker for happy endings. Hopefully there was enough angst to be loved. Lol.