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The drive to the hotel was a long and silent one, complete with Blair holding Chuck's hand and making sure he didn't do anything rash. Tentatively glancing at him, Blair could feel the tension hovering over Chuck.

"Will deal with him," reassured Blair, "We'll deal with it together." She placed her free hand on his knee.

Chuck simply glanced at Blair. "I haven't seen Uncle Jack in so long and suddenly he's here." Chuck laughed bitterly, "The man didn't even bother showing up to the funeral." Chuck visibly winced as he mentioned the funeral—something Blair noticed right away. She kissed his cheek affectionately but she didn't say one word. Chuck's mood was dangerous right now …something that she had to keep in mind. Their taxi slowed to a stop. Blair let go of Chuck's hand in order to reach into her purse for her wallet. Apparently Chuck beat her to it because the driver just placed a bill into his pocket and got out of the car.

Chuck reached out and stroked Blair's neck, sending shivers down her spine. Blair made eye contact with him. He gave her a small smirk, before adjusting his tie and exiting the car. Blair adjusted her purse to her shoulder, gathered the skirt of her gown, and stepped out of the car. Chuck immediately grabbed a hold of her hand and led her into the hotel where Jack Bass would be waiting for them in the lobby. The two walked through the magnificent hotel that was decorated beautifully with traditional Thai décor. The surroundings were astounding and Blair would have truly enjoyed them—if it wasn't for the tall man that was standing before them smirking…a trait that runs in the family apparently.

"My nephew," stated Jack Bass opening his arms into a hug. "It's been too long."

Chuck stood there staring at Jack, his eyes were narrowed. "Where have you been Uncle Jack?" Chuck sneered, "You missed the excitement."

Jack lowered his arms slowly, "Charles please. Don't be this way. I'm your Uncle Jack." He let a big cheesy grin light up his face. Blair felt like throwing up. Jack continued, "I came here to Thailand because I care about you." He frowned, "I know how hard you are taking your father's death and knowing you I know how"—he raised an eyebrow at Blair, "Irrational you can be."

Jack stepped closer to the couple. "Let me guess," said Jack, "This is the infamous Blair Waldorf." Jack took Bair's hand and attempted to kiss it, however both Blair and Chuck refused to let that happen. Blair instantly withdrew her hand away in disgust and Chuck well—he decided to punch Jack in the nose.

Blair gasped as she witnessed Jack crouching over, grasping his nose. Chuck simply stood there as shook his hand out, a proud smirk gracing his features. "It's Blair Bass now." He let the words sink in. Jack slowly straightened up. "You always had a good arm." He brushed himself off and eyed Blair. "You two got married…" Jack laughed, "And here I thought my nephew would be a ladies' man forever." Jack rubbed his swollen nose.

"Listen," stated Blair coldly, "Chuck is fine with me. We're heading back to New York." She smiled fakely, "So you we won't be needing your help."

Chuck's jaw tightened as he glanced at Blair, "New York?"

Blair noticed an obnoxious smirk appear on Jack's face, but she chose to ignore it as she looked at her husband. "Yes, New York. We have school in three days." Blair brought her free hand up and placed it on Chuck's shoulder. "It's our home."

Blair allowed her gaze to remain on her husband, who seemed so desperately trying to fight off the emotional plague that was his father's death. Blair never realized that Chuck was considering staying away from New York for good.

Chuck remained silent as his troubled eyes scanned the ground. After a couple of minutes, Chuck let go of Blair's hand, much to the dismay of Blair. Blair felt her stomach drop.

"I need a drink," Chuck whispered hoarsely. He glanced over at Jack before walking towards the bar.

Blair tried to ignore the sudden shaking that overtook her legs as she watched Chuck walk over to the bar. A fresh batch of tears decided to make an appearance in her eyes. She was now shivering miserably. Her eyes never left Chuck, even when a tall figure stood beside her. Bair felt her bare shoulders being covered. She glanced momentarily at the jacket that Jack had placed on her shoulders before pushing it off from her. The jacket fell to the ground with a soft thud. "Leave him alone," stated Blair. "I'm his wife and I'm going to take care of him."

Jack stepped closer to Blair. "My nephew will never change. He will always turn to that big bottle of vodka that he is drinking. He's not fit to run Bass industries…let alone be married."

Blair turned sharply towards Jack. "So that is what this is about," she said anger rising in her voice, "You only care about Bass Industries." She eyed him up and down with a look of pure disgust on her face. "Chuck will never let you have his father's company."

Jack laughed coldly, "Well there is always that little thing called a will."

Blair clenched her fists together. She wanted so desperately to wipe off that smirk on his face.

Jack let his eyes glance at the bar. "Blair since you're his wife…you might want to help me take your drunk husband to the plane."

Blair's heart jumped as she looked at the bar. There was Chuck with a bottle of liquor in his hand—passed out.

"Chuck!" Blair cried as she ran over to him. She gently picked his head up. Chuck's eyes were blood shot and the strong scent of liquor drenched his breath. Blair couldn't control the tears that began to fall from her eyes. This was her wedding day…

"The only way to get him back to New York is if you take him on the private jet that I have ready," stated Jack.

Blair scoffed through her tears, "Will you be joining us on this trip?"

"It's the only way you're going back to New York with Chuck," Jack stated bluntly.

Jack's words pierced through Blair's heart. Chuck had been running away from New York. He was in such a bad state—she needed to bring him home and keep him safe.

"Fine," sniffed Blair.

It all happened so quickly. First Blair was standing in front of Chuck, confessing her love for him forever—next she knows she is sitting in the Bass's private jet, stroking her husband's hair as his head lay in her lap. It was not the honeymoon she had expected…

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