Hello all! Thanks a million for all the reviews I've gotten for this fiction. I'm so glad you guys are enjoying my "behind the scenes" look at Chuck and Blair throughout these episodes. I'm very much enjoying writing these and getting your feedback. And as always, any requests or ideas are appreciated. So here is BLAIR WALDORF MUST PIE. I hope you guys enjoy the description of Blair's life and then their interaction together. Let me know what you think. Reviews=Love. Happy Readings!

Blair Waldorf Must Pie!

Thanksgiving...

A season to be thankful. Thankful for friends, family, loved ones, life. Thankful for all the blessing that had been bestowed upon one that year.

She had nothing to be thankful for. Not one thing.

Lost a father to a gay model. Check.

Lost any remnants of respect left for her mother. Check.

Lost a boyfriend to her best friend. Check.

Lost her virginity to a womanizing man whore. Check.

Lost her self control and downed half her weight in pastries and appetizers. Check.

She felt disgusting. Fat. Stuffed. Trussed like a bloody Thanksgiving turkey.

And so she did the one thing that Blair Waldorf knew how to do best. The one thing that she still had control over. The one thing that had failed to evade her and failed to have gotten lost. Lost along with the dozens of other things she'd lost and had had go wrong this past year.

She purged.

She purged until she emptied her stomach. Purged until her throat burn, her eyes teared, her stomach heaved emptiness. She purged until she was empty. Empty of food, emotion, strength. Empty of all those feelings that chocked her and welled up inside of her until she felt as if she were suffocating. And when she couldn't breathe and couldn't see through the tears, she sat back against the wall of her bathroom and cried.

She cried for her weakness. Cried for her loneliness. Cried for her sorry, pathetic excuse of a life. She needed someone. Anyone.

And so she crawled back into her room and found her phone. Going through the contact list she spotted Nate's number. Nate Archibald. Her sweetheart. The man she was supposed to marry.

And the gagging resumed and she rushed back into the bathroom.

--xoxo--xoxo--

After heaving the bile and liquid acid from her stomach for the second time in that past half hour, Blair leaned back against the wall once again and swabbed at her tears with her hands. Clearing her face a bit she looked down at her phone and scrolled down to a number she really didn't want to call.

Ring....ring....ring....

The voice mail system picked up.

"Hey. It's me. I don't know why I'm calling you, you out of all people but I need you to come over. Please," Blair finished on a shaky breath. And then it dawned on her who she was calling. "You know what, forget it," she said hurriedly, a nervous feeling quickly overtaking her. "I don't know why I called you. Just forget it."

Hanging up the phone quickly with shaking hands, she scrolled down the list to almost the end of her contacts and found the number she should have called initially.

Ring....ring....ri-

"Hey. We're in the middle of di-"

"I need you. Come over, please," Blair begged Serena as the faintness overtook her and the tears welled up inside once again.

--xoxo--xoxo--

So the day had turned out well despite how tragic it had begun. She'd gotten home from her outing with Serena, Eric and the Brooklynites and had had a wonderful "make-up" session with her mother. At least for now. She knew the fairy tale would soon unravel, but for the time being it felt good to lose herself in the guise and illusion of it all.

She walked into her bedroom as she removed the wrap from around her shoulders and flung it onto the bed.

"Blair?"

She squealed in surprise and froze in her spot when the familiar voice came up from behind her and his warm hand closed over her right shoulder.

"Chuck?! What the hell are you doing here?" Blair breathed out in surprise, trying to keep the volume of her voice in check in order to prevent Dorota or her mother from overhearing the company she had in her bedroom.

"You called..." Chuck stated simply as he turned her around in his arms and looked her deep in her eyes. She could see the furrow of his brows and the dark expression in his eyes and she knew that he was worried. Chuck Bass was worried about her and dammit if her heart didn't skip a beat.

"Yeah...like four hours ago," she shot out sarcastically, trying to keep her guard up and unwavering. "Thank goodness I wasn't holding my breath."

"Well you told me to forget it," Chuck shot back out annoyed. He'd ran over here the moment his head had cleared from the high he'd been on and he'd heard the message she had left on his phone. It hadn't mattered that she'd told him to forget about it, she'd sounded upset and he wanted to come make sure she was OK.

"So then why are you here?" Ass. Rude idiot. She must've been out of her mind if she'd thought she'd seen a glimmer of concern in his eyes. "You're looking for another sordid encounter, because let me tell you right now that it's not happening."

"I never said I was looking for that," Chuck said with a smug smile on his face. "Is it running through your mind, baby?" he teased as he slithered closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her against him.

"First of all, don't call me baby. Second, I think you should leave," Blair said dryly as she pressed her palms against his chest in an effort to push him away from her.

"OK, in all seriousness...what happened? Why did you call?" Chuck asked, the dark expression returning and all teasing gone from his voice. But his hands remained wrapped tightly around her.

"I had a momentary lapse of judgment is all," Blair threw out casually, trying to end the conversation as well as the visit.

"Mmhm. But what happened? I know somethings up, Waldorf. I know you," Chuck said confidently.

"Can you please let go of me?" Blair said instead trying to ignore his interrogation. "And you don't know me. Not at all," she scoffed dramatically as she managed to pull away from his touch and walked over to her vanity mirror in order to assess the curls that were beginning to go limp.

"I know you more than you think, and in more ways than any other person has had the privilege," Chuck sneered pervertedly as he walked up behind her.

"Ugh. Gross! Will you please stop talking about our...our...well whatever the hell it was!" Blair said agitated. She hated being reminded that she'd lost her virginity to Chuck Bass. That she'd slept with him in the back of his limo, which God knew how many women it had seen. And to make matters worse, she'd exacerbated the situation by sleeping with him again the day after. On her birthday. In the middle of a crowded party.

"Our sex life?" Chuck offered chuckling.

"Shh!" Blair shushed as she looked over to the closed door, trying to listen out for any activity on the other side. "There is no sex life! It was sex. Twice. And nothing more. Forget about it," Blair huffed angrily.

"I can't forget about it... I remember it so vividly. I can still feel you. Your soft skin. Your sweet lips. Your silky skin..."

Blair shuddered involuntarily, the tone of his voice seductive and warming her insides. Stop it! Blair, stop it! She mentally berated herself.

"Shut up! Just shut up and go! Forget I called you!" Blair stated vehemently as she stood and begun to shove him towards the door.

"You know, Waldorf, I'm starting to enjoy this little tug of war we have going on," Chuck smiled as he allowed himself to be pushed out of Blair's bedroom and stood in the hallway staring down at her.

"We have nothing going on. Got it? Just go."

"This is the gratitude bestowed upon me after I so gallantly rush over to assist you in whatever is bothering you," Chuck said as he feigned a hurt expression and sulked with pouty lips.

"OK, thanks for coming. But I'm all better now. Too little too late. Now go before Dorota sees you and decides to give us the bird and the bees speech. After, of course, taking you over her knee and spanking you until your hind is raw," Blair said with a quirky grin.

Chuck matched her smile and leaned forward to kiss her lips softly. "We don't need that speech, now do we?" he murmured softly as he pulled away, her expression dreamy and lost in the fleeting moment of the kiss. "You knew exactly what I liked," he grinned wickedly and winked at her as she scrunched her nose in disgust, trying to react after being caught losing herself in the moment.

"Leaving." Blair commanded as she began to close the door in his face.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Waldorf," Chuck whispered through the door.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Blair called back as she fought hard to stop the smile that seemed permanently etched on her face.

A/N: Next up...Hi, Society!