Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any of the characters that I choose to portray in my stories... yada, yada, yada
A/N: 'Kay, next chapter up. They're officially in London, I'll describe some of the sights and tours next time but for now I just wanted to get them settled in... and fighting, ut whatever lol. Anyways, R&R! (Sorry I haven't been able to reply to each review for last chapter but I'll definitely try and catch up soon :D)
"This is our apartment?" Blair asked, wrinkling up her nose at the soft petal colored walls and the pink floral designs on everything. "This is what you picked out."
"Yes Blair, I picked out an old Granny apartment." Chuck said sarcastically, he signaled to the driver to drop their bags on the floor and he took out his cell phone. "There must be some mistake."
Blair just sighed and tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for Chuck to sort things out.
"Well?" She asked expectantly when he hung up.
Chuck winced. "Do you want the good news or the bad news first?"
Blair narrowed her eyes. "It depends. How fond are you of certain assets on your body?"
Chuck gulped. "Good news it is then. We're not staying here. My assistant has already booked us the penthouse suite in one of our hotels here."
"Okay," Blair agreed. "Now what's the bad news?"
"She also said that most of the luggage that we had flown over here got... lost in translation."
"Define lost." Blair crossed her arms across her chest.
"Stolen?" Chuck ventured, eyeing his girlfriend warily. "By unknown sources?"
"You have got to be kidding me." Blair groaned. "Chuck that's our stuff! You know that I made sure to only bring the things that mattered most to us."
"I know, and I'm sorry. But we can always buy new stuff." Chuck consoled her. "It's not like we don't have the money. And we still have each other. For whatever that's worth."
Blair snorted but a reproving look from her boyfriend stopped her. She walked forward and wrapped her arms around him. "I'd still rather have my new custom made Valentino." She mumbled into his shirt.
"And I'd rather have my suit collection." Chuck smiled. stroking her hair gently and planting a kiss upon her forehead. "If I told you that Dorota was waiting for you at the hotel would it make you feel better?"
Blair nodded. "I suppose." She said sulkily.
"Thank God I thought to take my jewelery with me on the jet." Blair sighed as she looked around at her now meager belongings. "Don't tell Chuck, but I would have died if I lost the Erikson Beamon necklace he gave me for my seventeenth." She looked at her faithful maid/second mother who appeared at a loss without something to clean. "What's wrong Dorota? You look sad."
"Nothing Miss Blair. I just no like to travel." Dorota told her. "What time will Mister Chuck be returning?"
Blair scowled. "Not until he catches the perpetrator if he knows what's good for him."
"Miss Blair." Dorota warned. "Loss of possessions is not Mister Chuck's fault."
"I know that," Blair said innocently. "But it is his responsibility to find out whoever stole my possessions. Failure to do so will only result in the loss of certain privileges."
Blair smirked at the maid. "I'll bet the sofa is very comfortable. Let's see if Chuck agrees."
"Chuck doesn't agree." Her boyfriends annoyed voice came from behind her.
"Well then Chuck had better have good news or else little Chuck will be very lonely for a very long time." Blair said without turning around.
"Waldorf I was on the phone with the airline all afternoon." Chuck said wearily, dropping onto the sofa and asking Dorota to get him a scotch. "They have no new leads but they assured me that they would call when they do."
"They'd better." Blair told him. "For your sake."
"Blair," Chuck stood in the doorway adamantly. "I am not sleeping on the sofa. I didn't do anything wrong."
Blair placed her copy of Pride and Prejudice on the bedside table. "Have the airline called? Or the cops?"
"No." Chuck admitted.
"Then there's your answer." She smiled, folding her arms across her chest. "Goodnight Chuck."
"Forget it Waldorf." Chuck shook his head as he came further into the room. "I am not spending my first night in London on some ratty old couch."
Blair raised her eyebrows. "That 'ratty old couch' probably costs more then Humphrey makes in a month."
"And if I was Dan Humphrey I'd probably appreciate it more. But seeing as I'm with a bitchy brunette as opposed to a beautiful blonde I'm obviously not him." Chuck grouched as he got into the bed.
Blair gasped and pushed him off again. "Beautiful blonde?" She asked dangerously. "Are you saying you'd rather be with Serena?"
"I'm saying that I'm tired and jet-lagged and that I don't really want to argue with you right now." Chuck told her sharply, getting into bed and switching off the light. "Goodnight Blair."
Blair huffed before jumping out of bed and grabbing her pillow.
"B, what are you doing?" Chuck sighed as he switched the lamps back on.
"Since apparently you'd rather I be blonde and more like my best-friend, your step-sister, I'm going to sleep as far away from you as I can get." She hissed.
"Waldorf that's not what I meant and you know it. B! Blair?!"
Blair sniffled into her pillow and furiously wiped the tears from her eyes when she felt another body applying pressure to the sofa.
"Go away Chuck." She demanded.
"Blair," His hand reached out to cup her chin and he slowly wiped the tears from her eyes with the pad of his thumb. "Why are you crying?"
"I'm not." She denied vehemently.
"And anyway, so what if I am?" Blair said defensively. "My boyfriend just told me that he thinks I'm bitchy and unreasonable. And that he wishes he was with my best friend."
Chuck groaned, "That is not what I said. Trust me Waldorf, if I wanted Serena I would have had her long ago. But I didn't then, and I don't now, okay?"
Blair didn't reply.
"All this drama is really uncalled for you know," he continued wearily. "If anyone should be worried about their best friend whisking the other away it should be me."
This time Blair groaned. "Nate? You're bringing up Nate? Again?"
Chuck smirked, "You did almost move in with him."
Blair slapped his chest, "Only because you were acting like a jerk and refused to tell me that you loved me!"
"Well I'm telling you now, so shut up, stop crying, and come back to bed." Chuck said softly.
Blair bit her bottom lip as he helped her to her feet. "Sorry for acting like a brat," she mumbled. "I guess I'm just jet-lagged, and stressed about losing all of our stuff.
"Forget about it Waldorf, I'm used to it."