Hey guys. Well, this is the end of the story. I know, you probably expected more dirt but honestly: I'm so glad to see the bromance in the show again that I couldn't bare to write a "chuck and nate destroy each other" story. I love the new Nate on the show so much (witty, smart, sexy as hell) that I really didn't want to make him the bad guy here. And beside: I'm really curious for Serenate. Hopefully their storylines aren't as bad as Chuck and Blair's at the moment.
The next morning. New York. Blair and Chuck's place.
SLAM. Blair woke up when the front door of the apartment got slammed shut. She blinked quite a lot. The room was so bright already, it had to be late. She looked at the clock on the nightstand. 10:24.
"Chuck? Is that you?" she called for the person who slammed the door before she rose from the bed.
Her question was answered by the bedroom door which flew open. Chuck looked upset. Truly upset.
"Chuck what happened?" Blair asked gently. Chuck looked at her and clenched his jaw.
"The Vanderbilts happened. My allowance to enlarge Victrola – it got denied. Thanks to Nathaniel's grandfather's brother. They don't want support that kind of establishments." Chuck told her in anger.
"But, that doesn't make any sense!" Blair declared.
Chuck rolled his eyes at her. "Wow, really Blair? Never guessed that without you!" he mocked her.
Blair got angry now, too. "Chuck. There's no reason to be cruel to me for this. It's not my fault."
"Oh really? Now, what was the reason again for the fight between me and Nate…..oh right. It was YOU!" Chuck shouted.
Blair was shocked. This accusations took her completely off guard. She knew that Chuck loved to blame her for everything. She learned that painful on the opening of this club years ago. But she thought they had moved on. Obviously she was wrong.
"Your fucking jealousy brought this on you. I'm done playing the wicked witch who caused everything bad that happens to your life!" Blair yelled as she got up, grabbed a dress and went to the bathroom.
Chuck sighed and let himself drop at the edge of their bed. He was pissed and lately he always took it out on her. It was mean, dumb and he felt damn sorry about it. He stood up and walked over to the bathroom door. He turned the knob and was glad she didn't lock it. But he wasn't ready to see what he found. Blair stood sobbing in front of the large mirror about their basins. She looked up and her eyes locked with his. Her eyes were red and puffy and his heart broke in a million pieces. She opened her mouth but before she could say a word, he had pulled her in his arms, he buried his face in her hair and started to mumble apologizes.
"Please, Blair, I'm sorry, please don't leave me. I'm so sorry baby, I love you, please don't run back to him. I didn't mean to be such an idiot, please stop crying, please honey."
Blair turned around in his arms slowly so she could face him. "Run to who?"
Chuck bit his bottom lip. "Nate."
Blair shook her head a bit. "Chuck, I will marry you. I'd never chose him over you. Where does this insecurity come from? Look, Cotillion is so many years behind us now. He's our best friend. Nothing else. For the record: I. LOVE. YOU. Only you, Mr. Bass." she whispered.
"I love you, too, Mrs. Waldorf-Bass." he returned with his typical Bass smirk.
"Mrs. Bass. Blair Bass sounds perfect right to me. Now make love to me, Chuck."
The girl beside him talked, talked and talked. Nate's head was about to explode. The shots and the steady flow of unnecessary information from this girl gave him pain.
"….and that's where I summered with my parents when I was a kid…" she continued her monologue until Nate finally interrupted her.
"Look, I think you should let the cab take you home. I'm not in the mood anymore anyway." Nate said as he told the driver to stop and got out. Dropping a hundred on the passenger seat as he did.
The effect of the alcohol started to fade and a well known feeling of sadness, anger and boredom took control over Nate like it did so many times before. Luckily, he was just two streets away from his hotel. When he reached the hotel, entered his room and let himself drop on the king size bed, he took is phone from the nightstand. It was still turned off. But the boredom part told him to turn it on.
A lot of missed calls from Blair as well as voice mails, some apology-messages from Chuck and – he couldn't believe his eyes –an email from Serena. His heart dropped. He opened it.
Hi Nate! I'm sorry for not calling on your birthday but I broke up with Carter and he refused to give me my phone back. I know, immature. But still. Happy Birthday. PS: Coming back to the city next week.
Nate smiled from ear to ear. He couldn't help it but Serena would come back. Finally!
He decided that he could even suffer Blair's angry voice so he checked the last message she left for him.
"Nate, I need you here. Please come home. Chuck…Chuck's not the same without you here. Come on, you've to forgive him. Come home please."
Blair sounded whiny and needy. Blair Waldorf wasn't whiny or needy. Except she fought with Chuck. Nate sighed. 'These two are like children. First everything is fine, then they fight about nothing and then they make up. I swear they just do it because make up sex is hotter.'
Nate sighed again before he rose from the bed, kicked off his shoes and slid under the covers.
Tomorrow he'd go home and take his wasted cousin with him. He would do what he always did. Fixing everyone's life. But this time, he wouldn't let Serena go again.
FIN.