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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 7, 2010 21:47:03 GMT -5
He pretended that her words were no more than that of a drunk's and got in the car.
"Where to, Mr. Bass?" asked his driver.
Chuck glanced over at Blair for the answer.
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Post by Blair Waldorf on Jan 7, 2010 21:48:59 GMT -5
She gave the driver the address of the Upper East Side apartment where she lived and tried to look as regal as possible while glaring out the window.
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 7, 2010 21:54:32 GMT -5
Chuck didn't look at her the entire trip; he too stared out the window, deep in thought.
If he had known...
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Post by Blair Waldorf on Jan 7, 2010 21:58:33 GMT -5
As the limousine ride ran its course, Blair deflated. Instead of angry, or even disdainful, by the time the driver opened the door, she just looked sad. She climbed out but stumbled; the fifth and fourth martinis were starting to settle into her bloodstream.
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 7, 2010 22:05:00 GMT -5
"Would you like me to walk her up, sir?"
Chuck seriously gave thought to the idea. He could sit in his limo, wait, have a glass of whiskey then drive home...
"No," he replied, then got out of the car. "I'll be just a minute."
He took Blair's arm firmly to prevent her from falling over and helped her towards the door.
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Post by Blair Waldorf on Jan 7, 2010 22:15:21 GMT -5
She didn't fight him this time, just fumbled for her key, found it, and entered the lobby. There was no doorman this time of night. She pressed the button to call for the elevator, and was still enough in control to press the correct floor. She would never admit that she was grateful to Chuck for helping her stand.
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 7, 2010 22:25:37 GMT -5
Soon, the elevator dinged and they both arrived at her apartment. He found his way around and helped her to her bed.
"Are you going to be alright?"
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Post by Blair Waldorf on Jan 7, 2010 22:31:06 GMT -5
There was a very long moment where she just focused on trying to unbuckle her shoes. Then, she looked up.
"Stay." She said softly.
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 7, 2010 22:41:39 GMT -5
He shook his head.
"I can't. I've got too many things lined up tomorrow."
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Post by Blair Waldorf on Jan 7, 2010 22:44:06 GMT -5
"I don't hate you." She said quietly. "I like to tell myself I do. Just like you tell yourself that you've got too much to do tomorrow. But the truth is that neither of those things is true--they're lies we like to tell ourselves to avoid confronting our feelings, and I'm sick of it. So answer me without considering what you have to do tomorrow. Answer just considering me."
It wasn't just Chuck who was being forced to confront his feelings. There was still a mess of emotions in her that she couldn't sort out.
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 7, 2010 22:54:46 GMT -5
He stood there completely still.
She didn't have to say the specific words for him to understand.
"No," he said briefly... but continued to stand there.
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Post by Blair Waldorf on Jan 7, 2010 22:56:41 GMT -5
It hurt. Of course it did. But even in her drunk state, she knew that this was the best way. She stood up, looked him in the eyes, and kissed him. It was partly to see if she still felt anything, but mostly to say goodbye. She pulled back and turned silently to go brush her teeth, cuing him to leave without having to say the words.
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