Chapter 5 -Part 3

Chapter 5
Part 3

“What the hell is he doing here?” Chuck hissed. Blair turned quickly to him.
“Chuck, we’ve got to get out of here!” She glanced back at Nate, who was talking to one of the people at the reservation desk. She got up, and then quickly crouched down as Nate looked around the restaurant. Chuck got up from the table as well, and took Blair’s hand. He led her quickly into the hallway where the bathrooms were located.
Worried that Nate would find them, Blair pointed to the storage closet on the other side of the hallway. Chuck tried the doorknob. It was open. He hurried inside and rushed Blair in as he saw Nate walking toward a table near the hall.
The closet was small, so the two were close together. Chuck could feel Blair’s heavy breathing on his neck. He looked down at her.
“Blair,” he huffed, still a little out of breath from running across the restaurant. “I meant what I said back there— or what I was going to say. I really did mean to be sincere. Just sometimes, I feel like I have to use stupid jokes to hide the meaning of what I’m saying.”
“I know, Chuck,” Blair sighed, resting her head against his chest. She tugged at his bow tie. Chuck smiled. He kissed her head, right next to the little bow. She looked up at him.
“You know,” she said, smiling, “We can’t do this forever. One day, we’ll be at a restaurant that doesn’t have a supply closet.”
Chuck smiled back. “Well, when that day comes, we’ll just have to hide under the table.” He looked around the tiny closet. “It can’t be much more cramped than this.”
Blair laughed.
“Hey, wait a second,” Chuck said thoughtfully. “Does that mean we’ll be doing this often then?”
Blair looked at him. “What, the going on dates, or the hiding in closets?”
“Both,” Chuck replied, grinning.
“I don’t know,” Blair said, “But if we do ever go on any more dates, we’ve got to go to Queens. No one will ever find us there.” They both laughed. Chuck looked down into Blair’s eyes, and studied them. She gazed up into his. The silence was comfortable, if not a little bit romantic. They both moved forward slowly until their lips met.
Chuck’s hands slid around Blair’s waist, hers around his neck. She twirled his soft brown hair with her fingers, pulling his head in close to her when he began to move away. She wanted him, and he wanted her.
Suddenly light flooded into the small space. Blair and Chuck parted and, surprised, looked at the door. It was wide open, and a chubby waitress was standing in front of them, her arms crossed.
Blair smiled sweetly at her, brushing off her dress and adjusting the bow in her hair. “Sorry,” she said, not being able to keep the laughter out of her voice. “We’ll be leaving now.”
The waitress silently stepped aside and let Blair glide out into the hall. Chuck handed the woman his credit card. “Check, please,” he said, winking at her.
Once Chuck had paid the bill and Blair had stopped giggling, they had jumped in Bass’s limo and enjoyed a comfortable silence until arriving at B’s place. Before going in, they had stopped to sit on a little bench next to the building. The street was quieter than usual, but the people that actually did pass by didn’t seem to notice them.
“Well, that was… interesting,” Chuck finally said, adjusting his bow tie.
“Definitely.” Blair laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“We should totally do that again,” Chuck mumbled sarcastically.
“Again, definitely. But I wonder what Nate was doing there? You didn’t tell him anything, did you?”
“Of course not!” Chuck exclaimed. “He’d destroy me if I told him.”
“I don’t know,” Blair said slowly. “After all, honesty is supposed to be the best policy.”
“Yeah, it’s supposed to be. But not with Nathaniel it’s not. And you know it. If you didn’t, how come you haven’t told him yet?”
Blair sighed. “I guess you’re right. But still, he’s one to talk.” Chuck glanced down at her. Her eyes were glaring into the darkness, and Chuck could almost see the fire of hate burning inside them.
“Come on,” Chuck said, standing up and pulling Blair with him. “Enough talk about Nate. We’ll deal with him tomorrow.”
Blair followed him to his limo. “We?” she asked. Chuck smiled as he opened the cab door.
“Yeah, we. I can’t let you do it alone. And I do certainly don’t want to do it by myself either.”
“Awe,” Blair teased, “Big, powerful Bass needs help.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want young Archibald to mess up this beautiful face that you love so much.” He grinned as she pushed him gently. She leaned into him, and he leaned against the limo. She kissed him, but only for a few seconds.
Stepping back, she smiled. “See you later, Bass.”
Chuck hopped into the car. “You know you can’t resist me, Waldorf,” he said before closing the door. She stuck her tongue out at him.
Chuck was about to drive off when he suddenly pulled down the window. “Oh, and happy birthday, B.”
Blair watched as the limo drove off into the night. Biting her lip, she forced herself not to smile as she skipped back to her building.