Chapter 33 -Part 2

Chapter 33
Part 2

Once Blair had gotten Jenny comfortable and found her some other people to talk with, she met Chuck near the large window. He was looking out at the city. Blair followed his gaze.
“You know, you confuse the crap out of me, Chuck Bass,” she said finally.
Chuck looked at her. “Not knowing everything makes life a whole lot more interesting.” Blair avoided his look and continued staring at the city below.
“Yeah, well, I barely know anything anymore. Especially about you.” B sighed.
“Well, then, I’ll let you in on a few things,” Chuck said to her, sliding his hand around her waist. “Firstly, I hate Nathaniel.” Blair laughed. “Secondly, I like money.”
“No surprise there.” B rolled her eyes.
“I like money because it can buy things that make you happy,” Chuck added. Blair looked at him. He was gazing intently at her. Sometimes she felt like when he looked at her, he saw right through to her soul. It gave her the most eerie feeling, but also the most amazing rush, to gaze into his deep brown eyes and see the delicate care and fascination in his expression when he looked at her. Sighing quietly, Blair slipped out of his hands and turned to face him.
“Have you ever thought that maybe what truly makes me happy can’t be bought?” she said, looking at him, her head tilted slightly. Chuck was silent, for the first time, pondering over what to say.
“Blair,” he said finally, “I know what makes you happy.” He gave her a small smile, and, getting hold of her waist, pulled her into him. After a tiny moment of gazing into each other’s eyes, Chuck kissed her.

[Meanwhile…] Nate opened the door to Chuck’s suite and pushed his way through the crowds of people. He was searching for Chuck to try and find out why he hadn’t been invited. Nate slipped across the room until he reached the large bay window that hung over the city. And, pushing the last few people aside, he arrived just a few feet away from Blair and Chuck. Kissing.
The anger started to boil in Nate’s chest, rising up into his throat. He swallowed hard, and walked briskly over to Chuck. Prying him from B, he swung Chuck to face him, and punched him in the right eye. Before Chuck could fight back, Nate had grabbed his collar and pinned him to the window. N’s eyes were dark with rage.
“What, the hell, Chuck?!” Nate yelled, gripping C’s collar tighter.
“Get your hands off of me!” Chuck yelled back, shoving Nate away and quickly punching him in the jaw. Nate stumbled back and felt his bleeding face, but only for a moment. His glare swung back to Chuck and putting as much force as he could into it, Nate grabbed his friend and rammed him back into the window.
“You lay your hands on her again and you’re dead.” Nate emphasized his words with the extra shove he gave Chuck. C heard the window groan against the weight, and he glanced down at the street down below. Turning to face Nate again, he pushed back hard against him, causing N to fall to the floor.
And before half of the guests could come and see what was going on, Nate and Chuck were rolling on the floor, beating the crap out of each other. Blair just yelled at them desperately, but it was no use.
Eventually, a group of seniors from St. Jude’s were able to pull the two apart, and as some of them led Nate out of the suite, he was still yelling threats at Chuck. C rubbed his sore jaw as he rushed people out of the hotel room. When all of the guests were gone, he closed the door and sighed. Blair was sitting on the bed, watching him with a troubled look on her face.
“Why did you invite Nate without telling me?” she asked, although it sounded more like a statement than a question.
Chuck sighed. “Blair, I—” But B cut him off.
“Did you plan for him come and find out?” Blair studied Chuck intently as he walked towards her, rubbing the fresh bruise on his cheek.
“No, of course not,” C reassured her. He held out his arms when he reached the bed, but Blair just stood up and walked past him. As she reached the door, she looked back at him.
“I can’t believe you would do this,” Blair said coldly. Then she laughed, looking up at the ceiling. “Actually, I do believe you would do this. After all, you are Chuck Bass. And this is exactly the kind of crap you pull all the time.”
Chuck tried to say something, but B interrupted. “You know what, Chuck? Forget it. I’m sick of this. I guess it was just too good to be true. No matter what, you just can’t seem to behave yourself.” Blair opened the door, and looked back at him, a disappointed and hurt look on her face. “Not even for me.”
After Blair closed the door, Chuck let out a huge sigh and flopped down on the bed. He was just too tired to go after her.