Chuck e Blair ♥
Blair: Chuck! Stop! Don't go. Or if you have to leave, let me come with you.
Chuck: I appreciate the concern.
Blair: No. You don't. You don't appreciate anything today. But I don't care. Whatever you're going through, I want to be there for you.
Chuck: We talked about this. You are not my girlfriend.
Blair: But I am me. And you are you. We're Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck. The worst thing you've ever done—the darkest thought you've ever had—I will stand by you through anything.
Chuck: And why would you do that?
Blair: Because I love you.
Chuck: Well that's too bad.
Chuck: You were right. I was a coward running away again, but everywhere I went, you caught up with me. So I had to come back.
Blair: I want to believe you, but I can't. You hurt me too many times.
Chuck: You can believe me this time.
Blair: Oh. That's it?
Chuck: I love you too.
Blair: But can you say it twice? No i'm serious, say it twice!
Chuck: I love you, I love you, that's three, four, I love you.
Blair: You sound like a jealous boyfriend.
Chuck: Yeah right, you wish. (looks extremely uncomfortable + shifty here)
Blair: (laughs, then looks at C in disbelief) No. You wish.
Chuck: Please, you forget who you're talking to. (still looks extremely uncomfortable + shifty)
Blair: So do you. Do you... like me?
Chuck: (looks at B for a long time, and then looks uncomfortable) Define 'like'.
Blair: (laughs shortly in disbelief) You've got to be kidding. I do not believe this.
Chuck: How do you think I feel? I haven't slept. I feel sick, like there's something in my stomach...fluttering.
Blair: (sarcastically) Butterflies? Oh no no no no no no no. This is not happening.
Chuck: No one is more surprised or ashamed than I am.
Blair: Chuck. You know that I adore all of God's creatures and the metaphors that they inspire. But. These butterflies..have got to be murdered.
