In Your Arms, Here I Lay – Chapter Two
“Waldorf, I need you to wake up. I know what I said and did earlier was wrong, but I…I…I love you, Blair. And I don’t know whether I’ll have the guts to tell you this later, but I do, Blair. I love you.” Tears fell down his cheek, as he held her hand in his, not letting go for a second.
“I love you too,” a weak voice replied from the bed.
He looked up, only to meet the eyes of the beautiful, but broken brunette, he loved. “Blair?”
She smiled. “I take it that you’re happy to see me, Bass.”
He chuckled, and removed a stray strand of hair from her face. “You know I am.” He stood up and took a seat next to her on the bed. Blair tried to adjust herself into a sitting position, only to wince at the pain of doing so. Chuck saw her wince and immediately, his face turned into one of guilt.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“This is all my fault,” he whispered.
Blair shook her head. “No, it’s not, Chuck. It’s my own fault. I should’ve watched where I was going.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Blair. If I hadn’t gotten you dethroned; if I didn’t use Amanda to make Serena jealous, to make her become ‘Queen’ again, you wouldn’t even be here.”
Blair put her hand under his chin, lifting it so she could look into his eyes again. “Hey,” she cooed, “I don’t care about the title of ‘Queen B’; I just was hurt by you. I mean, I lost Serena, I lost you, I lost the stupid title, and I lost Marcus to that bitch-of-a-Duchess Beaton. Although, I really never cared about Marcus…”
“Wait,” he interrupted her. “You lost Marcus?”
She nodded.
“Why didn’t you tell me? The only reason I did all of that -this- was because of him. I wanted to hurt you that way you’d know how I felt –how I feel-, Blair. To lose something. I never meant for this to happen; I just wanted you to come back to me. I just wanted you. I wanted to be with you.”
Blair put a finger up to his mouth to silence him. “It doesn’t matter; that’s all in the past, Chuck. You have me now.”
He smiled a genuine smile.
“So?” Blair asked. “What are you waiting for? Isn’t this the part where you’re supposed to kiss me?”
Chuck smirked and did as he was offered, told - commanded, and he kissed her right then and there.
“I love you, Blair Cornelia Waldorf. Never, and I repeat, never forget that.”
She laughed. “And I love you too, Charles Bartholomew Bass. Always know that.”
They kissed once more...gently. Chuck knew how fragile Blair was. Especially, in the state she was in now. “I love you, I love you, I love you…” He kept telling her those three words, eight letters, until he stopped moments later, when they fell asleep in each other’s arms, on the hospital bed, knowing that they would both always remember this moment. Always and forever.
TBC.
A/N: Okay. So I told everyone I’d do some kind of flashback thing or something about what happened to Blair this chapter. Well, ummm, I didn’t exactly keep my promise, LOL. Sorry. *apologetic look* But I already started chapter three and I swear that you’ll find out what happened in the next chap! Anyway, I’d like to say thanks to all my lovely reviewers who reviewed the prologue and chapter one! Thanks!
P.S: Reviews are highly appreciated. :)
P.S.S: This story takes place between 2x04 & 2x05. Basically, after school (the day she's dethroned), Blair decides to visit Chuck at the palace and have a nice "chat" with him. Then things kinda - wait why am I telling you this, LOL? I guess now you'll have to figure out the rest when the next chapter's up.
You know you love me (I had to say it, ahha),
~XOXO~ Carrie
“Waldorf, I need you to wake up. I know what I said and did earlier was wrong, but I…I…I love you, Blair. And I don’t know whether I’ll have the guts to tell you this later, but I do, Blair. I love you.” Tears fell down his cheek, as he held her hand in his, not letting go for a second.
“I love you too,” a weak voice replied from the bed.
He looked up, only to meet the eyes of the beautiful, but broken brunette, he loved. “Blair?”
She smiled. “I take it that you’re happy to see me, Bass.”
He chuckled, and removed a stray strand of hair from her face. “You know I am.” He stood up and took a seat next to her on the bed. Blair tried to adjust herself into a sitting position, only to wince at the pain of doing so. Chuck saw her wince and immediately, his face turned into one of guilt.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“This is all my fault,” he whispered.
Blair shook her head. “No, it’s not, Chuck. It’s my own fault. I should’ve watched where I was going.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Blair. If I hadn’t gotten you dethroned; if I didn’t use Amanda to make Serena jealous, to make her become ‘Queen’ again, you wouldn’t even be here.”
Blair put her hand under his chin, lifting it so she could look into his eyes again. “Hey,” she cooed, “I don’t care about the title of ‘Queen B’; I just was hurt by you. I mean, I lost Serena, I lost you, I lost the stupid title, and I lost Marcus to that bitch-of-a-Duchess Beaton. Although, I really never cared about Marcus…”
“Wait,” he interrupted her. “You lost Marcus?”
She nodded.
“Why didn’t you tell me? The only reason I did all of that -this- was because of him. I wanted to hurt you that way you’d know how I felt –how I feel-, Blair. To lose something. I never meant for this to happen; I just wanted you to come back to me. I just wanted you. I wanted to be with you.”
Blair put a finger up to his mouth to silence him. “It doesn’t matter; that’s all in the past, Chuck. You have me now.”
He smiled a genuine smile.
“So?” Blair asked. “What are you waiting for? Isn’t this the part where you’re supposed to kiss me?”
Chuck smirked and did as he was offered, told - commanded, and he kissed her right then and there.
“I love you, Blair Cornelia Waldorf. Never, and I repeat, never forget that.”
She laughed. “And I love you too, Charles Bartholomew Bass. Always know that.”
They kissed once more...gently. Chuck knew how fragile Blair was. Especially, in the state she was in now. “I love you, I love you, I love you…” He kept telling her those three words, eight letters, until he stopped moments later, when they fell asleep in each other’s arms, on the hospital bed, knowing that they would both always remember this moment. Always and forever.
TBC.
A/N: Okay. So I told everyone I’d do some kind of flashback thing or something about what happened to Blair this chapter. Well, ummm, I didn’t exactly keep my promise, LOL. Sorry. *apologetic look* But I already started chapter three and I swear that you’ll find out what happened in the next chap! Anyway, I’d like to say thanks to all my lovely reviewers who reviewed the prologue and chapter one! Thanks!
P.S: Reviews are highly appreciated. :)
P.S.S: This story takes place between 2x04 & 2x05. Basically, after school (the day she's dethroned), Blair decides to visit Chuck at the palace and have a nice "chat" with him. Then things kinda - wait why am I telling you this, LOL? I guess now you'll have to figure out the rest when the next chapter's up.
You know you love me (I had to say it, ahha),
~XOXO~ Carrie
