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.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Chapter 5 -Part 2
Chapter 5
Part 2
Stepping out of her taxi, Blair arrived at the restaurant. It looked classy enough. She was wearing a scarlet red knee-high dress, vintage-style. It went to the neck with lace, slimmed the torso and flowed out at the waist, snow white lace at every fold. In her perfectly curled hair was a matching red bow, of course, and on her feet scarlet maryjanes.
Blair pursed her red lips together, and touched her neck. Hidden under the collar was the diamond necklace Chuck had given her.
Breathing deeply, Blair walked to the restaurant entrance. Chuck was standing outside, waiting for her. He was in a black suit, with a bright red bowtie. Their outfits matched perfectly.
When Chuck spotted her coming up next to him, he held out his arm. Hesitating, Blair took it in hers. They walked in.
The inside was adorned magnificently. It was French, and looked very classic with pillars and ruffled curtains.
“Well,” Chuck asked, “What do you think?”
“It’s…. nice,” Blair exclaimed, gazing around the large room. “But where are the burlesque dancers?”
Chuck smiled. “I told them to take the night off. I didn’t want you to upstage them again in front of all these people. Once was enough.” Blair crossed her arms at him and sighed. Laughing quietly, Chuck led her to their table.
Blair sat down elegantly and waited while Chuck poured a rich red wine into her glass. “Not your usual choice,” she commented as Chuck filled his own glass.
“Well, it’s got the highest alcohol level of all of them. I checked.” Chuck grinned at her. Blair rolled her eyes, but took a sip of the wine.
“Blair,” Chuck said suddenly, just as their salads arrived. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He leaned across the table and stared into her chestnut brown eyes.
Blair was taken aback. “Um… I don’t think so,” she replied, nervously putting a forkful of salad in her mouth.
“Well, you do. But I see you didn’t exactly follow the dress code I asked for.” Blair sighed. She should have known.
“I mean,” Chuck continued, “The hem isn’t even at your thighs.”
B glared at him.
“Not that I’m complaining,” he went on, sipping his wine. “It does look very flattering on you.” Blair’s eyes narrowed at him. What was he saying?
“Uh… thanks,” she finally responded dully.
They ate in silence until the main course arrived. Then Chuck leaned back in his chair, looking at B.
“Blair, you really do look beautiful,” he said slowly. “I’m sorry.”
Blair sighed again. “It’s alright,” she said forgivingly. “I didn’t really expect you to be all that sincere anyway.”
“But Blair,” Chuck protested, “I really do want to be sincere. I really do mean that—” Blair waved her hand at him distractedly. She was staring wide-eyed at the entrance to the restaurant. Chuck followed her gaze. He almost dropped his glass when he saw who was at the door.
Nate Archibald.
Part 2
Stepping out of her taxi, Blair arrived at the restaurant. It looked classy enough. She was wearing a scarlet red knee-high dress, vintage-style. It went to the neck with lace, slimmed the torso and flowed out at the waist, snow white lace at every fold. In her perfectly curled hair was a matching red bow, of course, and on her feet scarlet maryjanes.
Blair pursed her red lips together, and touched her neck. Hidden under the collar was the diamond necklace Chuck had given her.
Breathing deeply, Blair walked to the restaurant entrance. Chuck was standing outside, waiting for her. He was in a black suit, with a bright red bowtie. Their outfits matched perfectly.
When Chuck spotted her coming up next to him, he held out his arm. Hesitating, Blair took it in hers. They walked in.
The inside was adorned magnificently. It was French, and looked very classic with pillars and ruffled curtains.
“Well,” Chuck asked, “What do you think?”
“It’s…. nice,” Blair exclaimed, gazing around the large room. “But where are the burlesque dancers?”
Chuck smiled. “I told them to take the night off. I didn’t want you to upstage them again in front of all these people. Once was enough.” Blair crossed her arms at him and sighed. Laughing quietly, Chuck led her to their table.
Blair sat down elegantly and waited while Chuck poured a rich red wine into her glass. “Not your usual choice,” she commented as Chuck filled his own glass.
“Well, it’s got the highest alcohol level of all of them. I checked.” Chuck grinned at her. Blair rolled her eyes, but took a sip of the wine.
“Blair,” Chuck said suddenly, just as their salads arrived. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He leaned across the table and stared into her chestnut brown eyes.
Blair was taken aback. “Um… I don’t think so,” she replied, nervously putting a forkful of salad in her mouth.
“Well, you do. But I see you didn’t exactly follow the dress code I asked for.” Blair sighed. She should have known.
“I mean,” Chuck continued, “The hem isn’t even at your thighs.”
B glared at him.
“Not that I’m complaining,” he went on, sipping his wine. “It does look very flattering on you.” Blair’s eyes narrowed at him. What was he saying?
“Uh… thanks,” she finally responded dully.
They ate in silence until the main course arrived. Then Chuck leaned back in his chair, looking at B.
“Blair, you really do look beautiful,” he said slowly. “I’m sorry.”
Blair sighed again. “It’s alright,” she said forgivingly. “I didn’t really expect you to be all that sincere anyway.”
“But Blair,” Chuck protested, “I really do want to be sincere. I really do mean that—” Blair waved her hand at him distractedly. She was staring wide-eyed at the entrance to the restaurant. Chuck followed her gaze. He almost dropped his glass when he saw who was at the door.
Nate Archibald.
Chapter 5 -Part 1
Chapter 5
Part 1
Hey everyone. Ready for the scoop? Serena was seen on a nice trip out with brother Eric. Good going, S. looks like you’ve achieved ‘perfect sister’ status. Dan hasn’t been spotted anywhere since his visit to Manhattan with V. He must be up in his loft playing with Cedric (don’t ask). N was spotted roaming the streets. Looks like he’s just waiting for everything to play out on its own. Little Jenny Humphrey’s been shopping. In Brooklyn. Now, I know you may say, “So what? That’s where poor people shop.” And that may be true, but I have a feeling the reason she wasn’t in Manhattan had to do with avoiding a certain couple. And it definitely wasn’t Dolce & Gabbana.
xoxo, GOSSIP GIRL
Blair scanned Gossip Girl’s latest blog entry on her computer. Good. It didn’t mention her or Chuck. Well, at least not directly. She could definitely do without the anonymous blogger following her every move. Jenny would have to wait till later, though.
An instant message popped up on her screen. Chuck.
NYC Devil: You ready for our date?
Blair glanced at the clock. 6.
Queen B: Is that what it is? A date?
NYC Devil: Well, dates are classy, right? And you deserve classy.
Blair stared at the screen. Was that just a compliment? Was he just being sweet?
Queen B: …I’ll talk to you later. I have things to do.
Blair logged out before Chuck had time to reply.
She needed to think. First, he was disgusting. Then, still disgusting. Okay, he was disgusting for a long time. Until the night of Victrola. Then, he was drunk, but slightly sweet. Then, disgusting. Then, more disgusting. Okay, he was disgusting until… until he came in to see Blair when she was crying at her birthday party. There he was so amazingly sweet. Still sweet. Then cocky. Then disgusting. Then sweet again. Boy! Blair thought. He has more mood swings than I do during my time of the month!
Blair logged on again, but she stayed signed out of her instant messenger. She checked her email. There was an unread message from Chuck dated the day after the party. B hadn’t checked her email all week; but what was strange was that that was the only new email she had. And Chuck never sent out emails. IMs, yes. But no emails. He said he didn’t like the feel of writing to someone and having to wait on them until they were online to reply. The last time Blair had received one from him was when she was 13.
There was no subject. She hesitated, then clicked the message open.
Happy Birthday, Blair. -Chuck
Blair stared at the message. Tears came to her eyes. Sure, it was just an email, but it was from Chuck Bass. He didn’t expect a reply, and he didn’t throw in any of his usual lines. He was just wishing her a happy birthday. And a simple email had never made Blair so happy in all her life. Because no one else had said a word about her birthday on the actual day; the day after the party, the day the email was written. Blair was always the forgotten one. People comforted her about Nate, but no one seemed to remember the birthday.
So that was why Chuck had insisted on their breakfast meeting the day before. It was his way of showing he cared. And the email was a (not at all) subtle reminder of it.
Blair pushed back her chair and walked over to her dresser. Pulling a little black box out of the bottom drawer, she opened it. Blair stood there for a while, just staring at the beauty of the diamond necklace. Chuck cared. He cared about her.
Part 1
Hey everyone. Ready for the scoop? Serena was seen on a nice trip out with brother Eric. Good going, S. looks like you’ve achieved ‘perfect sister’ status. Dan hasn’t been spotted anywhere since his visit to Manhattan with V. He must be up in his loft playing with Cedric (don’t ask). N was spotted roaming the streets. Looks like he’s just waiting for everything to play out on its own. Little Jenny Humphrey’s been shopping. In Brooklyn. Now, I know you may say, “So what? That’s where poor people shop.” And that may be true, but I have a feeling the reason she wasn’t in Manhattan had to do with avoiding a certain couple. And it definitely wasn’t Dolce & Gabbana.
xoxo, GOSSIP GIRL
Blair scanned Gossip Girl’s latest blog entry on her computer. Good. It didn’t mention her or Chuck. Well, at least not directly. She could definitely do without the anonymous blogger following her every move. Jenny would have to wait till later, though.
An instant message popped up on her screen. Chuck.
NYC Devil: You ready for our date?
Blair glanced at the clock. 6.
Queen B: Is that what it is? A date?
NYC Devil: Well, dates are classy, right? And you deserve classy.
Blair stared at the screen. Was that just a compliment? Was he just being sweet?
Queen B: …I’ll talk to you later. I have things to do.
Blair logged out before Chuck had time to reply.
She needed to think. First, he was disgusting. Then, still disgusting. Okay, he was disgusting for a long time. Until the night of Victrola. Then, he was drunk, but slightly sweet. Then, disgusting. Then, more disgusting. Okay, he was disgusting until… until he came in to see Blair when she was crying at her birthday party. There he was so amazingly sweet. Still sweet. Then cocky. Then disgusting. Then sweet again. Boy! Blair thought. He has more mood swings than I do during my time of the month!
Blair logged on again, but she stayed signed out of her instant messenger. She checked her email. There was an unread message from Chuck dated the day after the party. B hadn’t checked her email all week; but what was strange was that that was the only new email she had. And Chuck never sent out emails. IMs, yes. But no emails. He said he didn’t like the feel of writing to someone and having to wait on them until they were online to reply. The last time Blair had received one from him was when she was 13.
There was no subject. She hesitated, then clicked the message open.
Happy Birthday, Blair. -Chuck
Blair stared at the message. Tears came to her eyes. Sure, it was just an email, but it was from Chuck Bass. He didn’t expect a reply, and he didn’t throw in any of his usual lines. He was just wishing her a happy birthday. And a simple email had never made Blair so happy in all her life. Because no one else had said a word about her birthday on the actual day; the day after the party, the day the email was written. Blair was always the forgotten one. People comforted her about Nate, but no one seemed to remember the birthday.
So that was why Chuck had insisted on their breakfast meeting the day before. It was his way of showing he cared. And the email was a (not at all) subtle reminder of it.
Blair pushed back her chair and walked over to her dresser. Pulling a little black box out of the bottom drawer, she opened it. Blair stood there for a while, just staring at the beauty of the diamond necklace. Chuck cared. He cared about her.
Chapter 4
Chapter 4
(Referring to the show stops after Seventeen Candles. The story is strictly on its own from now on. Disregard all episodes including and after Blair Waldorf Must Pie.)
“Hello?” Blair said into her cell phone. She was in her room again, avoiding the outside world. Now that Serena knew about her and Chuck, Blair was afraid of who else might know.
“Come with me to dinner,” a male voice said over the phone. Blair was startled.
“Chuck?” She asked, frowning a little.
“Who else?” Chuck replied, his voice loaded with arrogance.
Blair thought of Nate. “Chuck, I don’t think that’s a good idea…”
“I wasn’t asking you for your opinion. You need to face the world sometime, Waldorf. You can’t hide in your little penthouse forever.” Blair thought about what he said. She hated to admit it, but he was right.
“Fine. But where can we go where someone won’t see us? You expect us to go to some diner in Queens or something?”
“Of course not! Don’t be ridiculous, Blair. People like us are too classy to go somewhere like that. I was actually thinking that new restaurant on the edge of Manhattan. No one should be over there, and it seems nice enough.”
Blair sighed. “Alright, just promise me there’ll be no stripper poles there.”
“You know I can never make that promise.” Blair rolled her eyes. She could almost visualize Chuck on the other end of the phone, smiling his cocky smile.
“8 o’clock tonight. I’ll meet you there,” she said, standing up. “Oh, wait. Casual?”
“Formal. I love you in gowns. Make sure it’s see-through. Those are my favourite.” Blair gagged and hung up. It was hard to remember that the sweet, caring person at her party just a few days ago was Chuck Bass, the king of scotch and hotel maids. Blair wondered which one she would get tonight.
Spotted: Nate Archibald stepping out of a taxi outside the Palace Hotel. Who could he be looking for? Why, his best friend, of course. Where else would young Bass be at four in the afternoon other than his hotel’s bar? Good luck, C. You’re gonna need it.
“Is Chuck Bass here?” Nate asked the head bartender. The man pointed across the room. The bar wasn’t that busy, so N could clearly see his best friend sitting on a bar stool in the corner gulping down a glass of rum.
“A little early for that, isn’t it?” Nate said, sitting down next to Chuck. C choked on his drink in surprise. A moment later, once he had set down his glass, he swivelled his stool to Nate.
Chuck cleared his throat. “Not for me,” he said, reaching for the glass again. Nate stopped him, chuckling.
“Rough day?”
“I guess you could say that.”
“Look, I wanted to talk to you about Blair’s party.”
Chuck looked nervous. Did Nate know? “….What about it?” he said, gazing longingly at the half a glass of rum Nate had ordered the bartender to take away.
“I just wanted to know if she’s okay. I know I didn’t show up; how did she take it?”
“Uh, well, she was a little upset. But not for long.” Chuck remembered the sweet smell of Blair’s perfume and the soft, glossy feel of her hair from the other night. Right before she kissed him.
“Good.” Nate seemed relieved.
“Not for you,” Chuck mumbled under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Uh, nothing. I just have to go. Have somewhere to be, you know. Me and my dad are meeting to discuss the business potential for Victrola.” Thoughts of the burlesque club and the limo came flooding into Chuck’s mind. He stood up quickly.
“Huh?” Nate asked, following his friend to the door. “I thought that wasn’t until tomorrow.”
“….It, uh, it got moved. Yeah, my dad had some other business to attend to. Well, Nathaniel, it’s been fun. See ya later.” Slapping Nate on the arm, Chuck sauntered away. When he rounded the bend, he ran all the way to where his limo was parked. Nate stood there, gazing after Chuck, a puzzled look on his face. It seemed that guy had more mood swings than Blair during her time of the month.
(Referring to the show stops after Seventeen Candles. The story is strictly on its own from now on. Disregard all episodes including and after Blair Waldorf Must Pie.)
“Hello?” Blair said into her cell phone. She was in her room again, avoiding the outside world. Now that Serena knew about her and Chuck, Blair was afraid of who else might know.
“Come with me to dinner,” a male voice said over the phone. Blair was startled.
“Chuck?” She asked, frowning a little.
“Who else?” Chuck replied, his voice loaded with arrogance.
Blair thought of Nate. “Chuck, I don’t think that’s a good idea…”
“I wasn’t asking you for your opinion. You need to face the world sometime, Waldorf. You can’t hide in your little penthouse forever.” Blair thought about what he said. She hated to admit it, but he was right.
“Fine. But where can we go where someone won’t see us? You expect us to go to some diner in Queens or something?”
“Of course not! Don’t be ridiculous, Blair. People like us are too classy to go somewhere like that. I was actually thinking that new restaurant on the edge of Manhattan. No one should be over there, and it seems nice enough.”
Blair sighed. “Alright, just promise me there’ll be no stripper poles there.”
“You know I can never make that promise.” Blair rolled her eyes. She could almost visualize Chuck on the other end of the phone, smiling his cocky smile.
“8 o’clock tonight. I’ll meet you there,” she said, standing up. “Oh, wait. Casual?”
“Formal. I love you in gowns. Make sure it’s see-through. Those are my favourite.” Blair gagged and hung up. It was hard to remember that the sweet, caring person at her party just a few days ago was Chuck Bass, the king of scotch and hotel maids. Blair wondered which one she would get tonight.
Spotted: Nate Archibald stepping out of a taxi outside the Palace Hotel. Who could he be looking for? Why, his best friend, of course. Where else would young Bass be at four in the afternoon other than his hotel’s bar? Good luck, C. You’re gonna need it.
“Is Chuck Bass here?” Nate asked the head bartender. The man pointed across the room. The bar wasn’t that busy, so N could clearly see his best friend sitting on a bar stool in the corner gulping down a glass of rum.
“A little early for that, isn’t it?” Nate said, sitting down next to Chuck. C choked on his drink in surprise. A moment later, once he had set down his glass, he swivelled his stool to Nate.
Chuck cleared his throat. “Not for me,” he said, reaching for the glass again. Nate stopped him, chuckling.
“Rough day?”
“I guess you could say that.”
“Look, I wanted to talk to you about Blair’s party.”
Chuck looked nervous. Did Nate know? “….What about it?” he said, gazing longingly at the half a glass of rum Nate had ordered the bartender to take away.
“I just wanted to know if she’s okay. I know I didn’t show up; how did she take it?”
“Uh, well, she was a little upset. But not for long.” Chuck remembered the sweet smell of Blair’s perfume and the soft, glossy feel of her hair from the other night. Right before she kissed him.
“Good.” Nate seemed relieved.
“Not for you,” Chuck mumbled under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Uh, nothing. I just have to go. Have somewhere to be, you know. Me and my dad are meeting to discuss the business potential for Victrola.” Thoughts of the burlesque club and the limo came flooding into Chuck’s mind. He stood up quickly.
“Huh?” Nate asked, following his friend to the door. “I thought that wasn’t until tomorrow.”
“….It, uh, it got moved. Yeah, my dad had some other business to attend to. Well, Nathaniel, it’s been fun. See ya later.” Slapping Nate on the arm, Chuck sauntered away. When he rounded the bend, he ran all the way to where his limo was parked. Nate stood there, gazing after Chuck, a puzzled look on his face. It seemed that guy had more mood swings than Blair during her time of the month.
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
How could Blair do that? Serena wondered as she neared Blair’s penthouse. It’s totally not like her. Deep in thought, she barely noticed when she reached the revolving door and bumped right into Chuck Bass. Realizing that he was coming out of Blair’s building, Serena began to say something, but Chuck only rushed off. Puzzled, S stood there for a moment, watching as Chuck hopped into the limo nearby and sped off. Shaking her head, the perplexed Serena van der Woodsen entered the building and went straight up to Blair’s floor. The maid let her in, and led her up to B’s room. Serena opened the door, and stepped in to find Blair examining a gorgeous diamond necklace on her bed. Looking up, Blair quickly gathered up the necklace and packed it away in its box.
“Um… hey, Blair,” Serena said, walking over to the bed. “What’s that?”
“Oh, um, the necklace?” Serena nodded.
“Just a… a birthday present. My mom got it for me.” Serena looked at her. Blair seemed very nervous.
“Uh, okay…” S sat down beside her best friend. “So, um, there was actually something I needed to talk to you about… you know, at your birthday party… when I went to go and check in on you…”
Blair’s eyes shot wide open. “Serena, actually, you know what, I was just getting ready to go out. I’d really appreciate it if you left me to get ready. We’ll talk later, okay?” B stood up and quickly started ushering Serena out the bedroom door.
“But, Blair—”
“Sorry, Serena. Later okay?” Blair quickly shut the door. Leaning against it, she sighed. Serena knew. Now there was a new problem on Blair’s hands. She and Chuck had barely discussed anything when he had dropped over just before Serena showed up.
He had made little effort to help the situation, but didn’t pass up the opportunity to throw in many perverted remarks. Sometimes Chuck was useless. Blair wondered how he could be so sweet and kind at times. She barely knew that side of him, and until recently, didn’t know it existed. But now, he seemed back to his normal self. It was like a spell had held him hostage for the past two days, and then suddenly left, leaving Bass the same old heartless person. Maybe later, they could talk. Their conversation was short anyway, because Blair knew Serena would come by soon to check up on her after the outburst about Nate the night before.
She had to avoid Serena until she could seriously talk with Chuck, whom she was having mixed feelings for at the moment. She didn’t think him a self-absorbed a**, like the previous morning (at least not that much), but he didn’t seem all-heart this morning either. But until she could figure him out, Blair needed to avoid her friends, especially Serena, who had found out some how. But being the queen of the Upper East Side, she knew it wasn’t going to be easy.
How could Blair do that? Serena wondered as she neared Blair’s penthouse. It’s totally not like her. Deep in thought, she barely noticed when she reached the revolving door and bumped right into Chuck Bass. Realizing that he was coming out of Blair’s building, Serena began to say something, but Chuck only rushed off. Puzzled, S stood there for a moment, watching as Chuck hopped into the limo nearby and sped off. Shaking her head, the perplexed Serena van der Woodsen entered the building and went straight up to Blair’s floor. The maid let her in, and led her up to B’s room. Serena opened the door, and stepped in to find Blair examining a gorgeous diamond necklace on her bed. Looking up, Blair quickly gathered up the necklace and packed it away in its box.
“Um… hey, Blair,” Serena said, walking over to the bed. “What’s that?”
“Oh, um, the necklace?” Serena nodded.
“Just a… a birthday present. My mom got it for me.” Serena looked at her. Blair seemed very nervous.
“Uh, okay…” S sat down beside her best friend. “So, um, there was actually something I needed to talk to you about… you know, at your birthday party… when I went to go and check in on you…”
Blair’s eyes shot wide open. “Serena, actually, you know what, I was just getting ready to go out. I’d really appreciate it if you left me to get ready. We’ll talk later, okay?” B stood up and quickly started ushering Serena out the bedroom door.
“But, Blair—”
“Sorry, Serena. Later okay?” Blair quickly shut the door. Leaning against it, she sighed. Serena knew. Now there was a new problem on Blair’s hands. She and Chuck had barely discussed anything when he had dropped over just before Serena showed up.
He had made little effort to help the situation, but didn’t pass up the opportunity to throw in many perverted remarks. Sometimes Chuck was useless. Blair wondered how he could be so sweet and kind at times. She barely knew that side of him, and until recently, didn’t know it existed. But now, he seemed back to his normal self. It was like a spell had held him hostage for the past two days, and then suddenly left, leaving Bass the same old heartless person. Maybe later, they could talk. Their conversation was short anyway, because Blair knew Serena would come by soon to check up on her after the outburst about Nate the night before.
She had to avoid Serena until she could seriously talk with Chuck, whom she was having mixed feelings for at the moment. She didn’t think him a self-absorbed a**, like the previous morning (at least not that much), but he didn’t seem all-heart this morning either. But until she could figure him out, Blair needed to avoid her friends, especially Serena, who had found out some how. But being the queen of the Upper East Side, she knew it wasn’t going to be easy.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
“What’s wrong, Serena? You look like you have something on your mind.” Dan watched as Serena picked at her waffles. They were enjoying breakfast alone in the Humphrey loft. Rufus went to the art gallery, and Jenny had left a few minutes ago.
Serena glanced up from her plate. “Huh? Oh, um, no, I’m okay. It’s just… I don’t know, there’s just something that’s been bothering me since last night. It’s nothing to worry about.”
“Um… alright. Well, if you want to talk about it…”
“No, Dan, really, it’s okay. I just, I think I have to go and talk to Blair. I’m sorry. It’s kind of important. Can we meet up later?” Serena got up and went to get her coat.
“Uh… okay. Sure. Call me this afternoon,” Dan said as he followed her to the door. Serena opened one of the big double doors, and stood in surprise to see Vanessa already standing in the doorway.
“Oh, well, look. You can have Vanessa to keep you company.” S and V exchanged polite smiles before Serena kissed Dan goodbye and headed out the door. Vanessa stepped in, eyeing Dan.
“What?” he asked, closing the door behind her.
“Well… I just hope Serena’s been here all this time… I mean, since last night.” Vanessa raised her eyebrows.
“What? No, no, of course not. She just came over for breakfast. I walked her home last night. I swear,” Dan said quickly, leading his friend to the couch.
“Sure. We’ll just have to wait and see what Cedric has to say about that.” Grinning, Vanessa ducked as Dan threw a pillow at her. “But what is Serena leaving here so early for? I mean, not like it’s any of my business, I was just curious.”
Dan sat down beside her. “Oh, she just had a lot on her mind. Needed to go talk to Blair Waldorf or something.”
“Okay, then,” Vanessa said, moving on. “Hey, I’m sorry about last night. I mean, forcing you to bring me to the party. But I really did have fun.”
“Oh, uh, sure. Forget about it. But, you and Serena, at the end, actually seemed happy to see each other. At least, I hope you were?”
Vanessa smiled. “Well, yeah. I mean, maybe she’s not so bad after all. Her friends, however, are a different story.” The two started laughing. “But,” Vanessa continued, “she does seem to make you happy. And that’s good.” She glanced at the kitchen. “Hey, are those waffles?”
Dan smiled as he followed her to Serena’s plate. “Yes, actually. Serena left hers here.”
“Serena left a plate of your dad’s famous waffles just lying around? Boy, those spoiled kids don’t appreciate anything these days,” Vanessa said smiling as she lifted the fork to her mouth. “Do you think she would mind?”
“Probably not,” Dan replied, watching as Vanessa popped the piece of waffle into her mouth. “It’s not like she’ll come back and get them.”
When Vanessa had finished Serena’s waffles, she went to the door. “Hey, let’s go out. Your girlfriend sounds occupied, and I’m just dying to go and see what’s happening in Manhattan.” She winked at Dan as she slipped out into the hallway.
Dan, knowing Vanessa wanted to go out and make fun of all the rich socialites striding around in the Upper East Side, followed her out the door. He didn’t have that much of a problem with making fun of the surreal world he had been sucked into just weeks before. It might provide some old-fashioned fun. Or not.
While B and C are off avoiding a certain Brooklynite, we’ll let you in on another Humphrey scandal. Yes, I can even make Dan and Jenny sound exciting. What low standards I have fallen to. Not-So-Lonely Boy and “best friend” Vanessa were spotted in the Upper East Side this morning, poking their fun at the social elite. Not much of a scandal, I know, but V seemed a little more buddy-buddy than what’s acceptable. Hmm. Better watch your back, Serena. Someone might be out to steal your little Lonely Boy. Well, at least she’s out to steal your waffles.
xoxo, GOSSIP GIRL
“What’s wrong, Serena? You look like you have something on your mind.” Dan watched as Serena picked at her waffles. They were enjoying breakfast alone in the Humphrey loft. Rufus went to the art gallery, and Jenny had left a few minutes ago.
Serena glanced up from her plate. “Huh? Oh, um, no, I’m okay. It’s just… I don’t know, there’s just something that’s been bothering me since last night. It’s nothing to worry about.”
“Um… alright. Well, if you want to talk about it…”
“No, Dan, really, it’s okay. I just, I think I have to go and talk to Blair. I’m sorry. It’s kind of important. Can we meet up later?” Serena got up and went to get her coat.
“Uh… okay. Sure. Call me this afternoon,” Dan said as he followed her to the door. Serena opened one of the big double doors, and stood in surprise to see Vanessa already standing in the doorway.
“Oh, well, look. You can have Vanessa to keep you company.” S and V exchanged polite smiles before Serena kissed Dan goodbye and headed out the door. Vanessa stepped in, eyeing Dan.
“What?” he asked, closing the door behind her.
“Well… I just hope Serena’s been here all this time… I mean, since last night.” Vanessa raised her eyebrows.
“What? No, no, of course not. She just came over for breakfast. I walked her home last night. I swear,” Dan said quickly, leading his friend to the couch.
“Sure. We’ll just have to wait and see what Cedric has to say about that.” Grinning, Vanessa ducked as Dan threw a pillow at her. “But what is Serena leaving here so early for? I mean, not like it’s any of my business, I was just curious.”
Dan sat down beside her. “Oh, she just had a lot on her mind. Needed to go talk to Blair Waldorf or something.”
“Okay, then,” Vanessa said, moving on. “Hey, I’m sorry about last night. I mean, forcing you to bring me to the party. But I really did have fun.”
“Oh, uh, sure. Forget about it. But, you and Serena, at the end, actually seemed happy to see each other. At least, I hope you were?”
Vanessa smiled. “Well, yeah. I mean, maybe she’s not so bad after all. Her friends, however, are a different story.” The two started laughing. “But,” Vanessa continued, “she does seem to make you happy. And that’s good.” She glanced at the kitchen. “Hey, are those waffles?”
Dan smiled as he followed her to Serena’s plate. “Yes, actually. Serena left hers here.”
“Serena left a plate of your dad’s famous waffles just lying around? Boy, those spoiled kids don’t appreciate anything these days,” Vanessa said smiling as she lifted the fork to her mouth. “Do you think she would mind?”
“Probably not,” Dan replied, watching as Vanessa popped the piece of waffle into her mouth. “It’s not like she’ll come back and get them.”
When Vanessa had finished Serena’s waffles, she went to the door. “Hey, let’s go out. Your girlfriend sounds occupied, and I’m just dying to go and see what’s happening in Manhattan.” She winked at Dan as she slipped out into the hallway.
Dan, knowing Vanessa wanted to go out and make fun of all the rich socialites striding around in the Upper East Side, followed her out the door. He didn’t have that much of a problem with making fun of the surreal world he had been sucked into just weeks before. It might provide some old-fashioned fun. Or not.
While B and C are off avoiding a certain Brooklynite, we’ll let you in on another Humphrey scandal. Yes, I can even make Dan and Jenny sound exciting. What low standards I have fallen to. Not-So-Lonely Boy and “best friend” Vanessa were spotted in the Upper East Side this morning, poking their fun at the social elite. Not much of a scandal, I know, but V seemed a little more buddy-buddy than what’s acceptable. Hmm. Better watch your back, Serena. Someone might be out to steal your little Lonely Boy. Well, at least she’s out to steal your waffles.
xoxo, GOSSIP GIRL
Introduction/Chapter 1
My Gossip Girl Fanfic
This fanfic starts after the Seventeen Candles episode. All events before and during Seventeen Candles are relevant in this story. It may not exactly follow the preview scenes from Blair Waldorf Must Pie, so I’m sorry if it’s not going to be accurate. I’m also sorry if it’s not very good; this is my first one. Please leave reviews! I’d love to hear what you think of my story so far. Oh, and Chapter 1 is just about Blair and Chuck, but I’m hoping to throw the others in there later on.
Chapter 1
Gossip Girl here. And just because it’s the morning doesn’t mean all the Upper East Side drama slows down. Looks like Bass is seeking some alone time with our Queen B. Don’t worry, though. Chuck is usually sober and sane until noon; a time when he is rarely seen. Let’s hope he stays that way; we have a feeling he won’t want to be spilling certain drunken secrets any time soon.
“I’m so glad you finally took me up on my breakfast offer. I wasn’t sure if you would show up after last night’s… events.” Chuck stirred his coffee slowly as he leaned across the small café table.
“Yeah, well, we couldn’t just leave things as they were. Plus, I can’t avoid you forever,” Blair replied dully, poking at her low fat blueberry muffin.
“True,” Chuck smirked. “I’m just too irresistible to ignore.” Blair pretended to gag as C adjusted his scarf.
“Right, that’s why,” she said sarcastically. “But seriously, Chuck, we need to talk about this. Someone’s gonna find out, and when they do, what are we going to say? Both of our reputations depend on dealing with this.”
“You’re right. But what are we supposed to do? Just act like Nate and Serena did for a year?”
“Don’t you dare compare us to Nate and Serena. It’s not the same,” Blair snapped bitterly.
“Oh, and why isn’t it the same?” Chuck looked at her, amused. “Well, besides the fact that they only did it once…”
“Oh, shut up! Chuck, we need to fix this. We can’t tell anyone the truth. No one will understand. But something needs to be done. If Nate finds out about this--” Blair stopped as the quiet ding of the door’s bell announced the arrival of a new customer.
“Uh… hi, Jenny,” Blair said sweetly, quickly leaning away from Chuck. Jenny walked over to their table shyly. Chuck glared at her.
“Um, hi Blair. Hi… Chuck,” she mumbled nervously. Chuck just stared at her, sipping his coffee. Blair ignored him, and looked J over.
“What are you doing here? This isn’t exactly your scene,” Blair said, glancing around the posh Manhattan coffee shop.
“I was just picking up some coffee beans for my dad,” Jenny replied, quickly grabbing a bag off a nearby shelf. “He says this place has the best. Um, what are you guys doing here?”
Blair rose from her seat. “Uh… me and Chuck were just discussing the next party. We’re thinking… ‘30s theme, right?” She glared at Chuck.
“The ‘3os are so… 70 years ago,” Chuck said distractedly, looking into the swirling liquid in his coffee cup.
“Well, that about wraps it up here,” B said nervously, grabbing her coat. “See you at school tomorrow, Jenny. Come on, Chuck.”
Chuck rose slowly, glancing at Jenny before turning and following Blair out the door. Jenny stood there for a few seconds, gazing at the exit.
Spotted: B and C hurriedly leaving a Manhattan café around 8:30. Little Jenny Humphrey soon followed them out the door, looking lost with her bargain ballet flats and knockoff Prada bag. What’s wrong, Little J? Did you see more than just two Upper East Siders planning another hit event? We certainly hope so. Because there’s nothing that Gossip Girl loves more than a half-eaten blueberry muffin with a fresh steaming cup of secrets.
This fanfic starts after the Seventeen Candles episode. All events before and during Seventeen Candles are relevant in this story. It may not exactly follow the preview scenes from Blair Waldorf Must Pie, so I’m sorry if it’s not going to be accurate. I’m also sorry if it’s not very good; this is my first one. Please leave reviews! I’d love to hear what you think of my story so far. Oh, and Chapter 1 is just about Blair and Chuck, but I’m hoping to throw the others in there later on.
Chapter 1
Gossip Girl here. And just because it’s the morning doesn’t mean all the Upper East Side drama slows down. Looks like Bass is seeking some alone time with our Queen B. Don’t worry, though. Chuck is usually sober and sane until noon; a time when he is rarely seen. Let’s hope he stays that way; we have a feeling he won’t want to be spilling certain drunken secrets any time soon.
“I’m so glad you finally took me up on my breakfast offer. I wasn’t sure if you would show up after last night’s… events.” Chuck stirred his coffee slowly as he leaned across the small café table.
“Yeah, well, we couldn’t just leave things as they were. Plus, I can’t avoid you forever,” Blair replied dully, poking at her low fat blueberry muffin.
“True,” Chuck smirked. “I’m just too irresistible to ignore.” Blair pretended to gag as C adjusted his scarf.
“Right, that’s why,” she said sarcastically. “But seriously, Chuck, we need to talk about this. Someone’s gonna find out, and when they do, what are we going to say? Both of our reputations depend on dealing with this.”
“You’re right. But what are we supposed to do? Just act like Nate and Serena did for a year?”
“Don’t you dare compare us to Nate and Serena. It’s not the same,” Blair snapped bitterly.
“Oh, and why isn’t it the same?” Chuck looked at her, amused. “Well, besides the fact that they only did it once…”
“Oh, shut up! Chuck, we need to fix this. We can’t tell anyone the truth. No one will understand. But something needs to be done. If Nate finds out about this--” Blair stopped as the quiet ding of the door’s bell announced the arrival of a new customer.
“Uh… hi, Jenny,” Blair said sweetly, quickly leaning away from Chuck. Jenny walked over to their table shyly. Chuck glared at her.
“Um, hi Blair. Hi… Chuck,” she mumbled nervously. Chuck just stared at her, sipping his coffee. Blair ignored him, and looked J over.
“What are you doing here? This isn’t exactly your scene,” Blair said, glancing around the posh Manhattan coffee shop.
“I was just picking up some coffee beans for my dad,” Jenny replied, quickly grabbing a bag off a nearby shelf. “He says this place has the best. Um, what are you guys doing here?”
Blair rose from her seat. “Uh… me and Chuck were just discussing the next party. We’re thinking… ‘30s theme, right?” She glared at Chuck.
“The ‘3os are so… 70 years ago,” Chuck said distractedly, looking into the swirling liquid in his coffee cup.
“Well, that about wraps it up here,” B said nervously, grabbing her coat. “See you at school tomorrow, Jenny. Come on, Chuck.”
Chuck rose slowly, glancing at Jenny before turning and following Blair out the door. Jenny stood there for a few seconds, gazing at the exit.
Spotted: B and C hurriedly leaving a Manhattan café around 8:30. Little Jenny Humphrey soon followed them out the door, looking lost with her bargain ballet flats and knockoff Prada bag. What’s wrong, Little J? Did you see more than just two Upper East Siders planning another hit event? We certainly hope so. Because there’s nothing that Gossip Girl loves more than a half-eaten blueberry muffin with a fresh steaming cup of secrets.
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