FIC: Words, Truths and Lies
title: …or Chuck and Blair’s Six-Month Anniversary
author: berry_hearts
disclaimer: I do not own gossip girl and I make no profit from this work of fiction.
raiting: pg-13ish for drinking and mentions of sex. future fic.
summary: a party ensues but it’s afterwards that really matters.
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They have a sixth month anniversary party, at Chuck’s insistence. He wears black (her gift) and she wears a racy purple plaid number that Jenny designed for her (his gift), and they dance for hours. The Van der Humphreys are all in attendance and there’s gifts because no one thought they’d make it this long. Not that she’s complaining because she loves gifts, even if she’s not sure what half of them are. What does one get an 19 year old who has everything?
They dance, and she dances with Dan out of pity or sympathy or both, and he’s actually pretty quick on his feet. He’s been trying to be nicer to her, and she thinks it’s because he’s technically Chuck’s brother now. And she saw him with Serena sneaking in late the other day, so she’s not quite sure if she should be grossed out or not.
They open presents and eat cake, and it’s almost like they’re a normal couple, and the thought of them hitting a slump like her parents depresses her. Chuck’s Stepfather (calling him Rufus or Mr. Humphrey is just weird) told her something about fate or destiny, but Blair was too busy getting wasted at the time to remember. The thought of being him and her, apart for so long, but back together again later depresses her even more, but then she seems them kissing at the coat check and she puts down her champagne bottle.
“Busy Celebrating, Waldorf?” Chuck smirks into the shell of her ear, giving her goosebumps. She nods at him before tucking a strand of hair behind his too long hair and dances him back towards the large pile of gifts.
Thankfully, Chuck is a billionaire and they can hire someone to clean the ballroom and deliver her fifteen t-shirts that say “I’m Chuck Bass” on them. She might even wear one to school next week. She finished the rest of his burbon and she is thoroughly wasted by the time the party is over. All the guests have left and gossip girl had successfully been leaked a photo of Chuck holding her hand as they walked in (He did it all the time now, either to prove a point or because he’s needy- she hadn’t decided which)
His limo Driver (she can never remember his name is Frank) barely gets them into the limoand they have the best-drunken limo anniversary sex, in the history of drunk anniversary sex ever. She didn’t even plan the party or obsess over its guest list like she would have in days past, but she just let it happen and it turned out great. She’s cuddling up against him on the way home wearing one of the stupid t-shirts and her leggings (“A J. Humphrey original is expensive, Waldorf”- was mumbled between bowtie and pearls)
And her suspicions are confirmed when pictures of her straddling Chuck’s back as they enter the hotel. (That damn over night doorman had a picture phone). The video is a little staticy, but it’s definitely her slurring, “I love you” at Chuck’s neck. He somehow gets them back to his bed and she’s giggling at everything he says and all he wants to do is cuddle. She gets their clothing off, in a non-rushed, extremely tired way when it hits her- this is what their relationship is going to be. They’ve been dating for six months, but it’s the first time it hits her that they have a future together. Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck are in a relationship with apartments and drawers-
She moves closer to him, and grabs his hand like she sometimes does and just stares at him. His stupid poofy hair and his stupid purple shirts and she is in this relationship- 100%. Her guard is down, the waters rushing in while the titanic is sinking-
“What?” he finally asks, his voice sounding heavy and smelling faintly of alcohol.
“I love you.” She’s giggling again at the smell, and she presses her lips against his neck to tease him. His eyes soften, they way they do every time when she tells him and she tells him again. “I want this to work.”
“So do I. Now if you would just consider having a ménage-”
She lets the comment slide because she knows she’s drunk, “Happy Anniversary.”
He kisses her, tugging gently on her lower lip and licks her teeth because he knows she hates it. He always loves to push her buttons, but she likes to push his right back. He tucks her into his side and puts an arm around her before he falls asleep. He works in the morning and she has studying to do but Blair Waldorf wouldn’t want it any other way.
She turns to face him as he starts to snore (her boyfriend of six months) and has the unexplainable urge to hold on to him. Her fingers dig into her palms and she suddenly has the biggest fear that she will wake up tomorrow and he won’t be there.
Blair dreams about running, and broken-hearted songs, but when she wakes up, her fingers are numb and Chuck is staring at her.
“You were mumbling in your sleep about running the New York Marathon.” He chuckles then, the best you can with a pounding headache and not being fully awake yet. She loves him a little more for still being there, and she makes a mental note to take her trench coat and visit him during lunch next week.
“Only if you’re there at the finish line.” She tightens her grip on his side and starts to dream about their one year anniversary.
The End.