I really don't have anything to say about the finale. It was disgusting due to what happened between Chuck and a certain someone, but not shocking since the promos gave most of the episode away. I'm so disappointed in the writers but I'll continue watching next season to see what happens to Chuck and Blair. I hope the events of the finale haven't put you off my story. Please review and tell me how you feel about me continuing on with this.
When Chuck arrived home at around 6 o'clock, Blair was sitting on the couch with her study notes, studying for a test she had coming up at college. Chuck and Blair had temporarily relocated to a suite at the Empire while the penthouse was being renovated to be more accommodating for the new baby, by Blair's request. "Good evening," he greeted her, kicking off his shoes and sitting down beside her. He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss.
"Don't get too comfortable," Blair replied, setting her notes aside, "We're meeting Nate and Serena for dinner in an hour and a half."
"Since when?"
"Since Serena called me today and suggested that we go out," she told him, resting her head against the back of the lounge.
He sighed, "Do we have to? I'd much rather stay in."
"We'll have plenty of time to stay in when the baby comes," Blair reasoned, "But right now, I want to go out."
"If we must," he gave in, leaning over to rest his hand on her belly. "Speaking off our offspring, how's little Nicholas doing today?"
"Adam is doing just fine," she retorted with a glare. They had narrowed down their choice of baby names to Nicholas and Adam, but they still couldn't agree on one.
Chuck leant over so his face was near her stomach. "Did you hear that Nicholas? Your mom's getting a little moody," he said to his unborn child, glancing up at Blair with a smirk.
She pushed him away and put her hand over her stomach, "I am not! And don't call him that, his name is Adam."
"I never agreed to that, so to me his name is Nicholas," he replied.
Blair huffed, "I hate you, you know that?"
He shook his head with a smile, "No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"Okay Blair," Chuck replied, leaning over and kissing her on the forehead. "Come on, if we're going out we have to get ready." He stood up and extending his hand to her to help her up.
"So how's little Nick?" Nate asked, taking a sip of his wine.
Blair gave him a confused look, "Who?"
"Your baby Blair," Serena pointed out with a smile.
Her eyes widened and she dropped her fork onto her plate. She shot Chuck a glare, "His name, is Adam."
"Chuck told us his name was Nicholas," Serena replied, looking at Chuck for an explanation.
"Well he is mistaken," Blair retorted, kicking him under the table.
"Ow!" Chuck winced, reaching down to rub his shin. Blair had become a lot more violent during this pregnancy, especially towards him. "Sorry but my son's name is Nicholas."
"If you keep this up, you won't even live to see your son," she threatened.
"I'm confused," Nate remarked, "Is his name Nicholas or Adam?"
"Nicholas," Chuck replied.
"Adam!" Blair called out at the same time.
"Well when you work that one out, let us know okay?" Serena laughed.
"Clearly his name should be Adam," Blair told Chuck. "His middle name is going to be Charles like you wanted, so I should be the one to choose his first name."
He looked at her, clearly losing any patience he had left, "Do we have to talk about this now?"
Blair was about to reply when Nate cut in, "I think you should, she's less likely to kill you in public." Serena stifled a laugh as Blair and Chuck simultaneously gave Nate matching evil stares.
"Shut up Nate," Blair retorted. "Unless you want to be next on my hit list." He stopped smiling instantly, knowing that a threat from Blair Waldorf was by no means empty.
"As I was saying," Chuck started. Blair looked back to him. "Let's discuss this when we get home. For now, can we just have a peaceful dinner?"
Serena nodded with a smile, picking up her glass, "Chuck's right, there's no arguing allowed tonight. I want to make a toast to my future godson," she announced, exchanging a smile with Blair. "I hope that he is happy and healthy."
Blair smiled, raising her glass, "And I would like to make a toast to our son's godparents." She glanced over at Chuck. "We chose you, so don't screw it up," she added seriously. Serena took it as a joke and began to laugh. Chuck's eyes widened and he cleared his throat to get Serena's attention, shaking his head for her to stop laughing. When she saw the look on his face she stopped immediately.
Once they had finished their dinner, the two couples were walking down the street together. "Oh my God," Serena said suddenly, causing Chuck, Nate and Blair to look to her. "You know what would be heaps of fun right now?"
"What?" Nate asked.
"Enlighten us sis," Chuck added.
She paused to glare at Chuck, then announced excitedly, "Karaoke!"
"Karaoke?" Blair repeated, resting her head on Chuck's shoulder as they walked.
"Yeah! I know the best karaoke bar not to far from here," Serena replied. She let go of Nate's hand then turned around and stopped in front of Chuck and Blair, who slowed to a stop.
Chuck frowned, "A bar? I don't know..."
Nate laughed, "Since when does Chuck Bass turn down a chance to have a few drinks?"
"Since my fiancée got pregnant," he responded. "I don't think it's a good idea for Blair to go to a bar. There's people smoking and lots of noise, it's not good for the baby."
"Blair will be fine," Serena told him.
"I don't want to risk it," Chuck said.
"Hey," Blair interjected. "Why don't we ask Blair what she wants? She is getting very annoyed that she's standing right here and no one is acknowledging her."
"Okay Blair, what do you want to do?" Serena asked.
She grinned at her friend, "Where's this bar?"
Chuck looked at her in disbelief, "Blair!"
She rolled her eyes, "Relax Chuck, it's not like I'm going out drinking. We'll just hang out, maybe sing a few songs. It'll be fun." Blair grabbed Serena's arm and they started walking again, giggling and talking to each other excitedly. Chuck sighed as he and Nate followed.
"Come on man, if Blair says she's fine then there's no reason to worry," Nate told him. Chuck just shook his head and kept walking.
Twenty minutes later, Blair and Serena were seated at a table in the karaoke bar Serena had suggested, and were currently watching a couple belt out an 80s love ballad on the stage in front of them. Chuck and Nate were ordering drinks from the bar. "We should get up there S," Blair suggested with a smile.
"Maybe after a drink or two," Serena laughed.
"Did I hear that correctly? The great Serena Van der Woodsen feeling modest?" she teased.
"I'm a horrible singer, I need a few drinks to boost my confidence," she replied. She leant over to rub Blair's belly, "How's my godson doing?"
"He's fine," Blair replied tensely. "Can we just have a couple of hours where we don't mention the baby please?"
Serena pulled her hand back into her lap in surprise, "Sure." She paused for a moment, eyeing her friend worriedly. "Is everything okay Blair?" she asked cautiously.
"Of course," she lied, diverting her attention back to the couple on the stage.
Serena was about to reply when Chuck and Nate returned with their drinks and took their seats at the table with the girls. "Are you okay?" Chuck asked as he handed Blair her soft drink.
Blair was really irritated now. "Can you stop asking me that? I'm perfectly fine," she retorted.
"I was just asking-"
"Well don't! I'm not dying Chuck, I can take care of myself," she snapped, leaving Chuck speechless. She turned to Serena, "Come on S, let's go pick a song."
"I'm not finished my drink," Serena protested.
"Scull it," Blair said bluntly, glaring at her. Serena drank her drink quickly, then the pair went over to the stage to pick out a song to sing.
Nate looked to Chuck, puzzled. "What's up with Blair?"
He shrugged, looking over at his fiancée curiously, "I don't know, but I'm going to find out."
"She's probably just hormonal," he suggested, taking a sip of his bourbon. "From what I hear, pregnant women get really bad PMS."
Chuck just shook his head at his blonde friend, not bothering to correct Nate on his incorrect knowledge about pregnancy. "Yeah that's probably it Nate, thanks," he replied sarcastically.
Nate didn't pick up on the sarcasm and just smiled and held up his drink, "No problem." Chuck held back a laugh as he gently hit his glass against Nate's. As the both drank their drinks, they noticed Blair and Serena climbing the steps up to the stage, each with a microphone in hand. Nate grinned, "This should be good." When Britney Spear's Oops I Did It Again began playing they exchanged amused looks. Blair and Serena had been big Britney fans when they were kids.
"I think I did it again," Blair sang, walking across the stage, "I made you believe, we're more than just friends."
"Oh baby," Serena chimed in, "It might seem like a crush, but it doesn't mean that I'm serious." Nate whistled and she grinned at him.
"Cos to lose all my senses, that is just so typically me," the girls sang together. They looked at each other with a smile, "Oh baby, baby."
"Oh my God," Chuck commented with a laugh as they continued singing and dancing into the chorus as the crowd cheered them on.
"Oops you think I'm in love," they sang, "That I'm sent from above......"
Blair smiled at Chuck as she sang the line, "I'm not that innocent," seeming to forget for the time being that she had been angry at him a few minutes earlier. He grinned back at her, only his Blair could get up on stage and sing a Britney Spears song while 6 months pregnant and still look unbelievably sexy.
Serena and Blair finished the song and the crowd started applauding them. "Thank you!" Serena laughed into the microphone.
"Take off your shirt!" a drunk guy yelled out from a table near the front. The other guys at his table cheered. Nate glared at them angrily, but they didn't seem to notice.
She looked at the guy in surprise and disgust, "I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that."
"Who cares? He's not here!" the guy yelled back.
"Actually he's sitting right over there," Blair chimed in. "Why don't you come up and sing with your girlfriend Nate?"
Nate shook his head, "No way."
"Go on Nate," Chuck encouraged him with a pat on the back. "Let's hear your talented singing voice."
"Come on," Blair said with a smile. She extended the microphone out in front of her.
"Fine," Nate gave in, setting down his drink before making his way up onto the stage.
Blair handed him the microphone, then made her way back to the table, sitting down beside Chuck. "It's your turn next," she told him, leaning over to give him a quick kiss.
Chuck shook his head, "Not a chance."
"Not even for me?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him. "We can do a duet?"
"Who are we, Sonny and Cher?"
Blair smiled, "That's actually a good idea." She looked back to the stage, resting her hands on her belly.
Chuck's eyes widened in horror and he was about to protest when Whatcha Say by Jason Derulo began playing. He looked to the stage to see a very nervous-looking Nate shaking his head at Serena. "It's too late to back out now Nate," she said into the microphone, grinning at him teasingly. She began singing and Nate reluctantly joined in a short while later. Chuck and Blair were both in stitches at how awkward Nate looked singing next to his overly confident girlfriend.
"Poor Nate," Blair managed to get out when her laughter settled down.
"If I went up there, I'd be worse than him," Chuck replied. "Does that tell you anything about my singing abilities?"
"I don't know," she smirked, "You were pretty good when you sang for me on Christmas Eve."
"Do you have to keep bringing that up?"
She just giggled, "You're never going to live that down. I'm going to tell our children, who'll tell our grandchildren, who'll tell their children, who'll tell-"
"I get the point," Chuck retorted with a glare that just made Blair laugh even harder. He suddenly noticed that a man on the table next to theirs had started smoking. He turned around and tapped the guy on the shoulder, "Excuse me."
"Can I help you?" he asked bluntly.
"Would you mind putting out your cigarette?" Chuck asked, trying to be as polite as possible. "My fiancée's pregnant."
The man glanced at Blair for a moment then looked back at Chuck, "So?"
"So," he began, getting slightly annoyed, "it's not good for the baby."
"Well maybe your pregnant fiancée shouldn't be at a bar," he retorted, turning back to his friends with a laugh. Chuck glared at him angrily.
"He's right," Blair said. "We should just go."
"We're not going anywhere, don't listen to this asshole," he replied.
The guy turned around, "What did you just call me?"
"You heard me," Chuck snapped.
The other guy got up out of his seat, putting out his cigarette. He stood over Chuck and said to him, "I know your type," he started. "You're loaded so you expect the rest of the world to fall at your feet."
"I was asking you politely to put out your cigarette," he replied, standing up so he was face to face with him. "But now, I won't be as nice."
"Chuck, just let it go," Blair said, grabbing his arm.
The guy smirked at Blair, "You know, it's too bad you're pregnant, I would so tap that." Her mouth dropped open in disgust.
"That's it," Chuck grunted, grabbing him by the collar. The entire crowd, including Serena and Nate on the stage turned to watch.
"Get your hands off me rich boy," he spat, pushing Chuck away from him.
"Chuck!" Blair yelled. "Stop it, he's not worth it." Chuck didn't listen to her and immediately lunged forward, his fist colliding with the other man's jaw.
He stumbled backwards slightly from the impact, then recovered almost immediately, throwing his own punch at Chuck's face. Blair gasped, standing up from her chair. She wanted to stop them, but she didn't want to get in between them in case she or the baby got hurt. Luckily, the bar's security guards stepped in and broke the two men apart. "Okay, both of you out now!" one of the security guards yelled as he and the other security guard dragged Chuck and the guy he had punched out of the bar. Blair grabbed her and Serena's purses and rushed after them, ignoring the looks she got as she made her way out of the bar.
"Get your hands off me!" Chuck exclaimed as the security guard shoved him out onto the street.
"Both of you get out of here," the other security guard told them, releasing the other guy from his grasp. "We don't want any trouble here."
"Chuck!" Blair exclaimed as she rushed out of the bar. "What the hell were you doing?"
"Well if it isn't the little fiancée," the guy sneered at her, clutching his jaw with a grimace.
Chuck started towards him, but Blair placed her hand on his chest and told him, "That's enough." She turned to the guy standing across from them, "And you, get out of here!"
He smirked, "She's fiesty too. Just how I like my women." Chuck desperately fought against his natural instinct to retaliate, frowning angrily.
"You heard her, get the hell out of here right now," one of the security guards said sternly, stepping in front of Blair.
"Alright, I'm going," he replied, putting his hands up in surrender. He turned and started to walk away in the opposite direction.
"Thank you," Blair said to the security guards. "We'll be okay now." They nodded, and made their way back inside. She turned back to Chuck, "What was that?"
Chuck frowned, "He was a dickhead, he deserved it."
"So? You didn't have to go all macho on him," Blair retorted.
"I was defending you!" he exclaimed. "That guy has no respect for anyone."
"Oh!" she exclaimed sarcastically. "Well you sure showed him!"
"What was that all about?" Nate asked as he and Serena emerged from the bar.
"Chuck just decided to teach a guy a lesson," Blair told him, not taking her eyes off of Chuck.
"What?" Serena asked, taking her purse back off Blair.
"Nevermind, I just want to go home," she replied.
"I'll call my driver," Chuck said, reaching into his pocket for his phone.
"Don't bother, we'll just get a cab," Blair muttered, stepping towards the road with her arm out, to hail one of the passing cabs. As a cab pulled up, Blair turned back to Serena and Nate, "Sorry to cut the night short. You guys should go back in, you were having fun."
"I think we'll call it a night too," Serena said, hugging Blair quickly.
"See you later," Nate said. "Try not to punch anyone on your way home Chuck."
He glared at him, while opening the door of the cab, "Funny Nathaniel."
"I'll call you later," Blair told Serena, before getting into the cab. Chuck got in after her and told the driver to take them to the Empire. They were silent for a moment, until Blair suddenly exclaimed, "I can not believe you did that!"
He looked at her in disbelief, "I was standing up for you, I thought you would be happy."
"Happy?" she repeated. "Oh I'm sorry, I forgot how much I love violence! Forgive me!" The cab driver looked at the couple in his rear-view mirror nervously.
"Just drop it Blair, it's over."
"You don't get it Chuck," she replied. "You can't just go around punching people in bars. You're going to be a father now, you need to be a good role model for our son."
"I did it for our son," Chuck said. "The guy was smoking near you, it's bad for the baby."
"We could have just moved tables, you didn't have to punch him," Blair argued.
"You shouldn't have even been there in the first place," he argued back. "You shouldn't have exposed the baby to that type of environment, but of course you put your own desires before our son's well-being."
She gasped, "I'm sorry for wanting to have one last fun night before I dedicate the next 18 years of my life to taking care of this baby."
Chuck just sighed, trying to calm himself down before replying, "Look Blair, the last thing I want to be doing right now is fighting with you. I'm tired, my cheek is killing me-"
"And whose fault is that?" Blair retorted without thinking. "Sorry," she said, looking at him apologetically. "I don't want to fight either, but you really acted ridiculous tonight."
"I guess I did overreact a bit," he admitted.
She brought her hand up to his face, "Are you okay?"
He nodded, taking her hand in his own and kissing it, "I just have a bit of a headache."
Blair smiled proudly, "My man, taking punches for me."
Chuck smirked, "I knew you enjoyed me defending your honor on some level."
"Don't get cocky, I only enjoyed it a little," she replied. "Don't make this a regular habit."
He shook his head, "I won't. I don't know how people do this all the time, my hand is killing me."
Blair laughed, "Aw Bass, you're just not cut out for this."
"The security guards name was Alex," Chuck said out of nowhere. "I read it on his nametag."
She looked at him, puzzled. "That's nice, but what does that have to do with anything?"
"I like that name for the baby," he told her. "Alexander Charles Bass, Alex for short."
"I thought we were deciding between Nicholas and Adam," Blair replied.
"To be honest, I don't like either of those names anymore."
"To be honest, neither do I," she confessed, surprised that he felt the same way. "As strange as it is to name your baby after a security guard in a bar, I really like the name Alexander."
"We'll have a great story to tell our kid when he asks where his name came from," Chuck pointed out.
"That's true."
"Well I like it, but it's up to you," he told her.
Blair smiled, looking down at her stomach, "Did you hear that baby? I believe you now have a name."
"Hi Alexander," Chuck smiled, resting his hand on her stomach. To his surprise, he felt the baby kick against his hand. "I think that means he likes it."
Blair was about to mention how the baby kicks so often now that it was purely coincidental but she stopped herself. "I think so too," she smiled.
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