I'll Be Seeing You

Rated: T

Title taken from "I'll Be Seeing You" by Billie Holiday

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl, etc. You know the drill.

Epilogue

Chuck makes his way briskly through throngs of people who stand carelessly in the way of moving traffic. He has always hated LaGuardia Airport because of its relatively small capacity and tendency for flights to arrive and depart late. Shouldering a college-aged hipster who is chattering loudly on his cell phone, Chuck huffs and quickens his pace.

"What the hell, man!" the hipster shouts above the crowd.

Chuck continues walking, throwing up his right hand in a gesture that's as crass as the hipster's attire. Looking at his watch, Chuck wonders if he is too late. Traffic that day was horrible, and his limo had been stuck at a stand-still for at least fifteen minutes before finally making some progress towards the airport.

"32A… 32A," Chuck repeats under his breath hurriedly, gazing around at the large signs that proclaim for which gate a particular area is reserved.

Finally, his eyes catch the enormous 32A sign and he moves towards the black leather seats, noticing that all of the chairs are empty, save for a few that are occupied by lone travelers who haven't yet been called to board. He scans the small group, hoping to catch a glimpse of those tantalizing red lips belonging to his fiancé, but all he sees are tired adults and apathetic teenagers bobbing their heads to the generic music that played through their headphones.

Chuck prepares to dial Blair when all of his sudden his eyes are drawn up towards the large glass window that gives a generous view of the airport's runways. There she stands, his temptress, leaning against the window with her tea rose-colored fingernails pressed to her forehead in quiet contemplation. A large diamond engagement ring adorning her left hand sparkles in the sunlight.

Chuck's feet move rapidly as he walks towards Blair, his palms sweating nervously. He hopes to God she won't be mad at him.

"Hello, beautiful," Chuck whispers huskily into her ear as he comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Blair turns around in his embrace and kisses him gently on the lips. "You're late, Bass," she chastises him teasingly. "I was beginning to think that this would be Tuscany all over again." Chuck grimaces. "I meant it when I said I remembered everything," Blair remarks with a triumphant grin.

Chuck lets out an amused laugh. "Consider Santorini my delayed apology."

"I guess I'll let you off the hook. You've suffered long enough," she replies, delivering Chuck another playful kiss.

Blair is wearing her traveling clothes, meaning she is dressed to the nines in a stunning Dior lilac frock and nude Chanel flats. As usual, her make-up is immaculate and her loose dark locks are meticulously laid over her shoulders. Save for a gray knee brace, Blair's creamy white legs are bare, probably the only detail that signifies to Chuck that in her eyes, she had dressed down this particular occasion.

"Your knee is bothering you again?" he asks, concerned.

Blair waves a hand nonchalantly. "It's nothing. If, after everything I've been through the past year, all I have to deal with is the occasional knee pain, I'll consider myself lucky." She takes his hand and starts leading him towards the gate entrance. "And you should consider yourself lucky that you didn't miss the plane. I would have killed you," she adds lightly.

Chuck smirks devilishly as he appreciates the way that Blair's hips sway with every delicate step she takes. "Oh, you don't know how lucky I am."

Fin