An alternate ending to 5.12
Xoxoxo
"Chuck, what are you doing here?" Serena asked, storming over to the elevator.
"I need to see Blair."
"She's asleep."
"Look, I don't know what you think I did tonight, but I need to see her." Chuck pushed Serena aside and began to ascend the stairs. Serena looked after him and sighed.
"Chuck," she called, softly this time. "She really is asleep." He nodded and continued up the stairs. Stopping in front of Blair's bedroom, he gently pushed the door open. From his position in the doorway, all he could see was a mound of sheets and blankets and Blair, buried deeply beneath them. She groaned in her sleep, tossing to one side, then the other, completely restless.
Chuck was by her side in an instant, sitting softly next to her on the edge of the bed. He touched her cheek lightly, grazing his thumb over her lips. She stopped stirring immediately, as if his touch had calmed her agitated body.
Tears prickled his eyes and Chuck let them fall relentlessly down his cheeks, burning trails of wet saltiness.
Leaning closer to her face, Chuck lightly pressed his lips to her delicate mouth. The touch was so sweet, so innocent, and yet immensely intimate.
"Chuck?" Blair stirred from her sleep. She looked questioningly into his tear-filled eyes and in her hazy, still drunken state, she reached her arms up to him, encircling his crumbling body in her arms.
No more words were needed between the two. Blair raised the cover and Chuck slid in beside her. They both turned on their sides, faces inches apart. And again, their lips touched, as if pulled together by some invisible magnetic force. Blair moved even closer to his body, pressing each inch of skin flush against his strong frame. She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with his comforting scent.
"I love you," she heard him whisper softly, before she succumbed to sleep. That night was the first night in months that both slept through the night undisturbed. Comforted and safe in each other's loving embrace.