Title: For the Last Time
Author: Miss Anthrope
Disclaimer: If I did own Gossip Girl, it wouldn't be called that anymore. It'd be the Chuck and Blair Forever Show.
Rating: K+ for Kingpin
Warning: And where's the fun there if I told you?
Author's Note: Despite being one of my shortest stories ever, it definitely is one of my favorites.
Dedication: To J, my new roommate! I know how much you like GG as much as I do.
Summary: It takes less than five minutes to break two hearts. Chuck/Blair, Nate/Blair
Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend
You have been the one,
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby
I'm so hollow…
-- Excerpt from Goodbye My Lover by James Blunt
Blair looked down at her watch for the umpteenth time, sighed, and fell back on the cushioned seat. If there was one thing that always grated her nerves, it was tardiness. Blair had half the mind to slap the VIP lounge personnel who assured her that take-off was to be exactly at three-thirty am. But then again, she had never been fond of physical blows while verbal and mental assault were more her forte.
Another three minutes passed before, at last, the announcement Blair had been waiting for rang clearly through the empty room. With her Chanel sunglasses perched on her face, her ticket on one hand, and an old Balenciaga handbag in the other, she promptly handed the man her boarding pass when a commotion broke out from the other end of the hallway.
Blair froze. There was something familiar…
The fact that her name was being called out only came second in line to the crashing reality that he was actually there. How he knew, Blair could only guess. Chuck was always good at scheming…maybe he figured it out on his own. And as much as she tried to shake it off, a slightly more disturbing thought entered her mind after: maybe she wanted him to find her. Maybe there was a reason why she didn't even care or bother how she threw away the note with the airline number, barely crumpling it before tossing the paper on top of the trash bin.
A quiet grunt quickly stole her attention, and Blair soon found herself staring up at an airline employee looking quiet unsure with what to do with her papers. Taking a deep breath, she forced a nod and watched through suddenly blurred eyes as the man studied her boarding pass and tore a piece from it.
"BLAIR! WAIT! DON'T DO THIS!"
Blair showed no signs of hearing anything despite her heart rate secretly doubling in pace, but instead started the walk down the long connecting hallway to the plane She figured that there was no time to waste when it came to getting used to her old self. And if there two things the old Blair Waldorf was good at, they were ignoring and pretending. She roughly wiped away the wetness on her cheeks.
Blair looked down at her watch for the umpteenth time, sighed, and fell back on the cushioned seat. If her math were still any good, she'd be back in New York and officially Mrs. Nate Archibald by three thirty-eight PM. Blair only hoped that twelve hours was enough time to forget Chuck Bass.