The Small Moments That Led to Chuck and Blair (3/?)
Title: The Small Moments That Led to Chuck and Blair
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Blair/Chuck
Rating: PG
Summary: The little moments in Chuck and Blair's life that led to the biggest moment of their lives.
Notes: Thanks to Dawn for the beta and for filling in my blanks (believe me, my brain goes blank a lot). GG isn't mine still. CB would have happened much sooner and wouldn't have gone through so many loops last season if it belonged to me.
Banner by issa_bell
Chapter 3: Search Party and Lessons Learned
One hour and four huge plates of cake later, Blair was finished. It seemed that the baby was stuffed too. Normally, all that eating disgusted her but this was different. This time she could use the baby as an excuse. She had been eating for two for the last couple of months.
"Thank you, Dorota. You have been such a big help." Blair handed her the plate and patted her husband on the back. "You're no longer a table."
"Good to know," he murmured, rolling back to face her. What had started out as one piece of cake turned out to be four empty plates, nothing but crumbs and melted ice cream lining them. Dorota was collecting the plates and fixing up a heating pad for Blair's back. Since getting pregnant, everything ached in her body. If she was standing, she was pain. Sitting down, she was in pain. No matter what she did, something was hurting.
"You eat very well, Miss Blair," Dorota said with approval. "All gone. Baby is going to be healthy."
"From eating ice cream cake?" Chuck asked. "What's so healthy about that?"
"Baby has sweet tooth. Big deal, Mr. Chuck." She gave him a disapproving look. Clearly, she expected him to be a more supportive husband. After all, he had knocked her up. This was going to be his child too. According to Dorota, Chuck wasn't a good husband right now. He didn't pay much attention to Lamaze class and he was insensitive towards homemade gifts. Blair still bawled anytime someone mentioned the word 'booties'. Even if it wasn't the right context, she cried. The stupid hormones were taking over her.
"Anything else, Miss Blair?" Dorota looked over at Chuck. "Mr.Chuck?"
"I think we're good for now. Thank you, Dorota. You can go." She nodded at the maid. "Be sure you turn off the light when you leave."
"Yes, Miss Blair. Good night. And good night, Mr. Chuck." With that, the lights went off and the two of them were left in the dark. It should have been the point where they both fell asleep. Blair's appetite had been satisfied, the baby was fed, and Chuck wanted to go back to his dream. He wanted to start off where he had left off; going down on Blair. The good part hadn't even begun when he had been woken up.
Obviously, Blair had other plans. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach. "Chuck! The baby is kicking!"
He groaned as she placed his hand on the cold part of her stomach. Sure enough, there was a kick. It was just like all the other kicks. "The baby kicks all the time! I felt him kicking the last time you told me he was kicking!"
"You're still calling it a him!"
"Better than calling the kid an 'it'." He looked down at her stomach and shook his head. "Sorry you have to listen to this. I bet you want to stay in there forever now."
"Don't be mean to the baby," she scolded him. "You heard what Dorota said before. Pay attention in Lamaze class. You have to speak nicely to the baby. Encourage it to come out and see the world. Tell it that it's worthy of life."
Worthy of life? That was a whole different level of strange. He gave up trying to talk to her and the baby. Instead, he just stared at her stomach. Blair was still beautiful while pregnant. In fact, she was better looking. She complained a lot more and had a ton of pain everywhere. But she was a lovely woman with her puffy eyes and worn out expression. While she was excited to give birth, she was also looking forward to the day she wasn't carrying the child. The pain would be gone and the two of them would be sharing child caring duties.
"Chuck?" she began.
"Hmm?"
"I'm glad you're still here."
Those words were all too familiar. He rolled over on his side and stared back at the wedding picture. How the hell did everyone from Brooklyn end up in this picture? It was supposed to have been him, Blair, Nate, and Serena forever. They were still friends of course. But he had come a little too close to losing them at that carnival. At the same time, he had almost lost himself.
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Kindergarten: Age Six cont
"Dorota! Dorota, we are in trouble!" Blair began to scream. Even though Dorota was not exactly a guardian, she was the group leader of Team Yellow. None of the parents were able to make this trip so Blair enlisted the help of her maid. Dorota had been happy to oblige because it meant getting out of the house. It was supposed to be a quiet moment. However, all the screaming had gotten rid of the quiet.
"What wrong, Miss Blair?" Dorota asked when she saw the three children running up. Someone was clearly missing. "Where your friend go? One in purple and pink?"
"Chuck disappeared!" Serena exclaimed. "He went 'poof' into thin air! Like magic!"
"Call 911!" Nate went on. He had been yelling that since they noticed Chuck was gone. He was also coming up with all the possible scenarios. "Maybe he got kidnapped by aliens and they're going to eat his brain! Or maybe they're going to replace with a robot Chuck! Or maybe they'll replace his brain with Mickey Mouse's brain!"
"Nate, please!" Blair pleaded. The last thing she wanted to think about was Chuck's brains getting eaten by aliens. She turned to Dorota. "I don't know what happened. I got mad at him, told him to go away, and he did!"
Dorota gasped. "Miss Blair, why? Chuck is friend, no?"
"Well, uh..." Blair looked down at the ground. How could she look at Dorota in the eye and tell her that Chuck's disappearance was her fault? He had run off because of her. He probably felt like he didn't belong and ran off. "I'm sorry, Dorota."
"Miss Blair..." Dorota sighed. "What you say to him?"
"That I didn't want to be his friend," she murmured. "I told him to get lost and that he was gross." Then she remembered the spinning teacups being closed because of Chuck. "But he ruined my chance at going on the teacups!"
"So teacup more important that friendship?" Dorota gave her a stern look. Even though she was a maid, there were certain perks to being a group leader. She had to act as the parental unit for Team Yellow. If it meant dealing punishment out, so be it. And from the looks on the other three, it seemed like now was a good time to teach them a lesson.
"I was looking forward to it, Dorota," Blair went on.
"You can go on teacups another time, Miss Blair. You have plenty time to go on teacups," Dorota said. "But friend...not easy to get. Very easy to lose."
"She's right, B," Serena said. "Remember when I stole your purple blanket? You said you never wanted to speak to me again. It took you two days to say sorry. But you said goodbye in a second."
Nate, on the other hand, was barely paying attention to the conversation. He was still trying to think of all the things that could have happened to Chuck. He wanted to know exactly what Chuck would be interested in. "Maybe he's going to be part of the circus now! He's going to be shot out of a cannon! Oh, maybe he's going to put his head in the lion's mouth!"
"Nate!" Blair hissed.
"Sorry. I'm just trying to figure out where he'd go." Nate shrugged. "I thought it could help us out."
"You see, Miss Blair." Dorota nodded. "Friendship important. Just like you and Miss Serena are friends. You and Mr. Chuck are friends too. Be good friend."
"She's right, B," Serena said. "He gave you that ring for a reason. He wanted to be your friend. You told him you were his friend, right?"
"But...he's kind of gross and mean."
"He's boy. All boys gross and mean sometimes."
"Not Nate! Right, Nate?"
"...What do you think Chuck's brain looks like?" Nate asked, still on his alien theory. "I bet it's purple. He likes purple."
"Okay, never mind." Blair sighed. "So I should find him and apologize right? I made him go away."
"We find him together," Dorota said. "And when we find him, you say sorry. You be good friend to him. All of you." She eyed Serena and Nate as well. Her glare was heavy and they both sunk down from it. "I do not care who started mess. But we find Mr. Chuck safe and sound first. Come now."
"Now? Shouldn't we call 911 if he's abducted by aliens?" Nate asked.
"We call police," Dorota said, grabbing all the three children by the hand. "You tell them what you do, Miss Blair. Then maybe we find him and bring him home, okay?"
"Okay," the three of them said, willing to follow her. If anyone could find Chuck Bass in a crowd, it would be Dorota. She had found three mice hiding in the Waldorf's house once even though no one knew where they lived. In an hour, she located where they had made their home. A child would be easier to find than mice. Especially if that child had a strange sense of fashion like Chuck Bass.
Nate continued on with his conspiracy theories. "What if he's invisible? Maybe he's right behind us and we can't see him when we turn around. Or maybe's floating in the sky! Yeah, he could be floating!
Blair looked behind her, in hopes that Chuck was following them. Invisible or not, she wanted to say sorry to him. To accept the ring and his friendship. To tell him that everything was okay and they would never fight like this again.
But Nate was wrong. He was nowhere to be found.
TBC...
~ ~ ~
Note: I know, I know, I'm awful for doing this. I should work on something else but I can't. This story is eating me alive. There's something about children and CB having a baby that makes the whole thing far too appealing. More characters to come later. I hope to work on something else soon. Thank you all for being so patient.
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Blair/Chuck
Rating: PG
Summary: The little moments in Chuck and Blair's life that led to the biggest moment of their lives.
Notes: Thanks to Dawn for the beta and for filling in my blanks (believe me, my brain goes blank a lot). GG isn't mine still. CB would have happened much sooner and wouldn't have gone through so many loops last season if it belonged to me.
Banner by issa_bell
Chapter 3: Search Party and Lessons Learned
One hour and four huge plates of cake later, Blair was finished. It seemed that the baby was stuffed too. Normally, all that eating disgusted her but this was different. This time she could use the baby as an excuse. She had been eating for two for the last couple of months.
"Thank you, Dorota. You have been such a big help." Blair handed her the plate and patted her husband on the back. "You're no longer a table."
"Good to know," he murmured, rolling back to face her. What had started out as one piece of cake turned out to be four empty plates, nothing but crumbs and melted ice cream lining them. Dorota was collecting the plates and fixing up a heating pad for Blair's back. Since getting pregnant, everything ached in her body. If she was standing, she was pain. Sitting down, she was in pain. No matter what she did, something was hurting.
"You eat very well, Miss Blair," Dorota said with approval. "All gone. Baby is going to be healthy."
"From eating ice cream cake?" Chuck asked. "What's so healthy about that?"
"Baby has sweet tooth. Big deal, Mr. Chuck." She gave him a disapproving look. Clearly, she expected him to be a more supportive husband. After all, he had knocked her up. This was going to be his child too. According to Dorota, Chuck wasn't a good husband right now. He didn't pay much attention to Lamaze class and he was insensitive towards homemade gifts. Blair still bawled anytime someone mentioned the word 'booties'. Even if it wasn't the right context, she cried. The stupid hormones were taking over her.
"Anything else, Miss Blair?" Dorota looked over at Chuck. "Mr.Chuck?"
"I think we're good for now. Thank you, Dorota. You can go." She nodded at the maid. "Be sure you turn off the light when you leave."
"Yes, Miss Blair. Good night. And good night, Mr. Chuck." With that, the lights went off and the two of them were left in the dark. It should have been the point where they both fell asleep. Blair's appetite had been satisfied, the baby was fed, and Chuck wanted to go back to his dream. He wanted to start off where he had left off; going down on Blair. The good part hadn't even begun when he had been woken up.
Obviously, Blair had other plans. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach. "Chuck! The baby is kicking!"
He groaned as she placed his hand on the cold part of her stomach. Sure enough, there was a kick. It was just like all the other kicks. "The baby kicks all the time! I felt him kicking the last time you told me he was kicking!"
"You're still calling it a him!"
"Better than calling the kid an 'it'." He looked down at her stomach and shook his head. "Sorry you have to listen to this. I bet you want to stay in there forever now."
"Don't be mean to the baby," she scolded him. "You heard what Dorota said before. Pay attention in Lamaze class. You have to speak nicely to the baby. Encourage it to come out and see the world. Tell it that it's worthy of life."
Worthy of life? That was a whole different level of strange. He gave up trying to talk to her and the baby. Instead, he just stared at her stomach. Blair was still beautiful while pregnant. In fact, she was better looking. She complained a lot more and had a ton of pain everywhere. But she was a lovely woman with her puffy eyes and worn out expression. While she was excited to give birth, she was also looking forward to the day she wasn't carrying the child. The pain would be gone and the two of them would be sharing child caring duties.
"Chuck?" she began.
"Hmm?"
"I'm glad you're still here."
Those words were all too familiar. He rolled over on his side and stared back at the wedding picture. How the hell did everyone from Brooklyn end up in this picture? It was supposed to have been him, Blair, Nate, and Serena forever. They were still friends of course. But he had come a little too close to losing them at that carnival. At the same time, he had almost lost himself.
~ ~ ~
Kindergarten: Age Six cont
"Dorota! Dorota, we are in trouble!" Blair began to scream. Even though Dorota was not exactly a guardian, she was the group leader of Team Yellow. None of the parents were able to make this trip so Blair enlisted the help of her maid. Dorota had been happy to oblige because it meant getting out of the house. It was supposed to be a quiet moment. However, all the screaming had gotten rid of the quiet.
"What wrong, Miss Blair?" Dorota asked when she saw the three children running up. Someone was clearly missing. "Where your friend go? One in purple and pink?"
"Chuck disappeared!" Serena exclaimed. "He went 'poof' into thin air! Like magic!"
"Call 911!" Nate went on. He had been yelling that since they noticed Chuck was gone. He was also coming up with all the possible scenarios. "Maybe he got kidnapped by aliens and they're going to eat his brain! Or maybe they're going to replace with a robot Chuck! Or maybe they'll replace his brain with Mickey Mouse's brain!"
"Nate, please!" Blair pleaded. The last thing she wanted to think about was Chuck's brains getting eaten by aliens. She turned to Dorota. "I don't know what happened. I got mad at him, told him to go away, and he did!"
Dorota gasped. "Miss Blair, why? Chuck is friend, no?"
"Well, uh..." Blair looked down at the ground. How could she look at Dorota in the eye and tell her that Chuck's disappearance was her fault? He had run off because of her. He probably felt like he didn't belong and ran off. "I'm sorry, Dorota."
"Miss Blair..." Dorota sighed. "What you say to him?"
"That I didn't want to be his friend," she murmured. "I told him to get lost and that he was gross." Then she remembered the spinning teacups being closed because of Chuck. "But he ruined my chance at going on the teacups!"
"So teacup more important that friendship?" Dorota gave her a stern look. Even though she was a maid, there were certain perks to being a group leader. She had to act as the parental unit for Team Yellow. If it meant dealing punishment out, so be it. And from the looks on the other three, it seemed like now was a good time to teach them a lesson.
"I was looking forward to it, Dorota," Blair went on.
"You can go on teacups another time, Miss Blair. You have plenty time to go on teacups," Dorota said. "But friend...not easy to get. Very easy to lose."
"She's right, B," Serena said. "Remember when I stole your purple blanket? You said you never wanted to speak to me again. It took you two days to say sorry. But you said goodbye in a second."
Nate, on the other hand, was barely paying attention to the conversation. He was still trying to think of all the things that could have happened to Chuck. He wanted to know exactly what Chuck would be interested in. "Maybe he's going to be part of the circus now! He's going to be shot out of a cannon! Oh, maybe he's going to put his head in the lion's mouth!"
"Nate!" Blair hissed.
"Sorry. I'm just trying to figure out where he'd go." Nate shrugged. "I thought it could help us out."
"You see, Miss Blair." Dorota nodded. "Friendship important. Just like you and Miss Serena are friends. You and Mr. Chuck are friends too. Be good friend."
"She's right, B," Serena said. "He gave you that ring for a reason. He wanted to be your friend. You told him you were his friend, right?"
"But...he's kind of gross and mean."
"He's boy. All boys gross and mean sometimes."
"Not Nate! Right, Nate?"
"...What do you think Chuck's brain looks like?" Nate asked, still on his alien theory. "I bet it's purple. He likes purple."
"Okay, never mind." Blair sighed. "So I should find him and apologize right? I made him go away."
"We find him together," Dorota said. "And when we find him, you say sorry. You be good friend to him. All of you." She eyed Serena and Nate as well. Her glare was heavy and they both sunk down from it. "I do not care who started mess. But we find Mr. Chuck safe and sound first. Come now."
"Now? Shouldn't we call 911 if he's abducted by aliens?" Nate asked.
"We call police," Dorota said, grabbing all the three children by the hand. "You tell them what you do, Miss Blair. Then maybe we find him and bring him home, okay?"
"Okay," the three of them said, willing to follow her. If anyone could find Chuck Bass in a crowd, it would be Dorota. She had found three mice hiding in the Waldorf's house once even though no one knew where they lived. In an hour, she located where they had made their home. A child would be easier to find than mice. Especially if that child had a strange sense of fashion like Chuck Bass.
Nate continued on with his conspiracy theories. "What if he's invisible? Maybe he's right behind us and we can't see him when we turn around. Or maybe's floating in the sky! Yeah, he could be floating!
Blair looked behind her, in hopes that Chuck was following them. Invisible or not, she wanted to say sorry to him. To accept the ring and his friendship. To tell him that everything was okay and they would never fight like this again.
But Nate was wrong. He was nowhere to be found.
TBC...
~ ~ ~
Note: I know, I know, I'm awful for doing this. I should work on something else but I can't. This story is eating me alive. There's something about children and CB having a baby that makes the whole thing far too appealing. More characters to come later. I hope to work on something else soon. Thank you all for being so patient.