I'm writing this chapter in preparation for tonight's episode (5.12). A little wishful thinking never hurt anyone!

Xoxoxo

"I want another shot!" Blair cried. Serena glanced up at her wearily. Blair stood, stumbled, and sat back down again on the bar stool giggling.

"oppsy!" she grinned. Smacking her hand against the bar, Blair shouted out to the bartender "another shot paaalease!" Serena placed a gentle hand on Blair's arm.

"Blair, how about we lay off the alcohol for a bit?" She peered into the brunettes unfocused eyes.

"No no no silly!" She laughed, throwing her arms around Serena's waist. "I wanna get drunk!" Serena sighed.

"Sweetie, I think you already accomplished that goal." Serena spotted the newly poured shot on the counter and quickly grabbed it before the brunette could see it.

"Serena!" Blair called. "I see that shot behind your back missy!" She giggled and reached around Serena's tall body for the shot. She tipped the glass back and swallowed the liquid in one large gulp. It burned, searing the back of her throat and Blair coughed, trying to the clear the burning sensation away. She stood up again, this time determined to make it to the dance floor.

"Woah," she mumbled as the world spun violently. She blinked vigorously several times and then settled for closing her eyes all together. But that seemed to only elevate the spinning.

"Blair," Serena said. "How many shots did you have?" Serena grasped the petite girl in her arms and steered her towards a more quiet area. Leaning Blair's body against the soft cushions of a couch, Serena waited for a reply.

"mmmm, I dunno," Blair slurred. "Maybe 6." She paused. "Or 7." Blair closed her eyes again and leaned her head back.

"Blair, stay awake," Serena demanded. Blair's body was limp now and she could barely keep herself sitting up. Serena pulled out her phone.

"Hey," she said softly into the phone. "I need your help…yes with Blair…yes I know…It's serious Chuck, please…ok thanks." She hung up and glanced back over at Blair.

"Was that Chuck?" Blair slurred. "Chuck, Chuck, Chuck…Chuuuuck," she mumbled over and over under her breath.

"Yes, don't worry about it B," Serena answered. She ran her fingers over Blair's sweaty forehead, brushing aside a few random wisps of hair. They sat there for several minutes. Serena watched Blair's chest rise and fall with each breath.

"Serena," Blair said suddenly.

"Yea?"

"I'm spinning," she moaned.

"I know." They were silent again. And then…

"I wanna dance!" She cried with renewed energy. She pushed herself to a standing position, still leaning heavily on the table. She stumbled forward, Serena trailing closely behind her. Then Blair glanced up.

"Chuck!" She cried. Serena looked up too, relieved that he had made it to the bar so quickly.

"Blair," he said simply. He glanced at Serena, who nodded.

"What are youuuu doing here?" She asked. "I can't see you anymore Chuck, remember!" She slurred. She attempted to move around his body, but stumbled again in the process. Her body fell flush up against his chest. He caught her before she fell.

"opps," she mumbled. Chuck wrapped a strong arm around her waist and guided her towards the door.

"Blair, I have an idea," he said softly into her ear. She glanced at him.

"What?"

"Let's get out of here." She resisted.

"Not with you," she said, trying to pull away from him. Again, she stumbled. Then she moaned.

"ugh, I can't see," she whispered, finally leaning all her weight on Chuck. Chuck grabbed the opportunity to steer her outside and gently placed her inside his waiting limo. He turned back to Serena before hopping inside the limo himself.

"Thanks for calling me. I'll make sure she's ok," he said to Serena.

"Thanks Chuck." She smiled softly. "She needs you." Chuck closed the limo door and sat down next to Blair. Blair had ripped off her shoes and tights and was now lying across the limo seat.

"Blair," Chuck said. "You need to sit up." He gentled lifted her body. She leaned her head against his shoulder, unable to hold it up on her own.

"ok," she mumbled. When the limo stopped in front of Blair's penthouse, Chuck lifted Blair out of the limo. He carried her through the lobby, up the elevator and into her bedroom. She sat slumped over on her bed as Chuck gentled removed her tight blue dress.

"Always trying to get me naked Bass," Blair murmured. She dragged her hand lightly across his cheek, suddenly mesmerized by stubble. "You need to shave," she said.

"mmm, yea. Haven't felt like it." He paused. "I have no need to look good anymore. Nobody to look good for." He gazed at her face. Her eyes were closed again, but even in her drunk state, she looked perfect.

"I'm sorry," she whispered finally. He grazed his fingers across her cheeks lightly and she relaxed into his touch. He brought his lips to her cheek, brushing them against the smooth skin. He lingered close to her face, and then pulled back.

"Let's get you into something more comfortable."

"No, I'm fine like this… I'm too hot." Chuck nodded. Blair lay down on the bed.

"Stay," she said quietly.

"Blair…" he said warningly.

"No, please Chuck." Tears threatened to escape her eyes. "Please," she said in a barely audible voice. Chuck lay down next to her. Blair moved closer to his sturdy frame, wrapping her arms around his torso and entwining her legs with his. She sighed, content. Chuck ran his hands up and down the bare skin of her back. Blair lifted her face up, waiting.

Chuck leaned in, knowing what she wanted. He placed his lips gently against hers and she accepted his mouth willingly. They were still besides the soft movement of their lips pressing together. Blair shifted even closer to Chuck's body until there was no space left between them; her entire body wrapped securely around him.

"I love you Chuck," she said.

"I know." He kissed her forehead gently. "I love you too Blair." She sighed contently.

"Go to sleep," Chuck murmured soothingly.

"mmmok," she mumbled back. She buried her face into his chest.

And the two lovers fell asleep.