So I was thinking that I was going to continue adding to my one-shot "An Unholy Union", but then a little something happened that I like to call the abomination that was "the season finale of gossip girl". Lol jk. It did have very nice c/b moments and lovely d/s angst. But of course then there was the cliffhanger. (sigh) The writers just can't leave us happy for once. I can't wait for season two in the Hamptons to see how everything plays out. I'm seeing some n/s, d/v, and, of course c/b possibilities!

In order to help heal our grieving hearts, I have decided to write a fanfic that will take place after 1x18. And unlike the finale, it WILL have a happy ending, dang it. I'll try and update as often as possible. It's blair/chuck – centric, so hopefully it will help fill the void in all of the little chair-loving hearts out there! Enjoy.

Scorcher: A Chuck and Blair Fanfic

Prologue

"Remind me again why I didn't hire someone to do this?" Blair Waldorf reprimanded herself grumpily as she heaved her last piece of luggage onto the bed. Unzipping her suitcase, she sighed. Her luggage may be heavy, but it wasn't the only thing. Ever since she had left New York, she felt as if her entire self was being weighed down, something that wouldn't go away, even by spending some time in France. Like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, as the saying went. She just couldn't seem to shake it off. Hopefully, a change in scenery would make a difference.

After spending several weeks in Europe for the summer, Blair had decided to come back to the states to ride out the the rest of her vacation, as requested by her best friend, Serena Van Der Woodsen. Blair had been happily enjoying a late brunch outside on the verandah of her father's villa when Serena first called Blair with her plan. Blair could just envision her best friend's pouty smile, evidently present even when simply talking over the phone. As always, Serena's voice had been enthusiastic and cheery, though not entirely too convincing.

Come on, B, we haven't seen each other this whole time! Look, we're here at Bart's summer home, there's a spare bedroom next to mine, and I've already gotten an ok from my mom. And don't give me any excuses. He is out half the time anyways. Not to mention his room is on the far side of the house. Anyways, Nate's coming too, and I'm sure they'll keep each other occupied. Ewww, B!! That's so not what I meant! Seriously, I think you picked up one too many bad habits from my step brother. Kidding! Well, whatever they do together isn't the point. I won't take no for an answer. You're coming, even if I have to leave for France to pick you up myself!

And that's where the phone conversation left Blair now. Packing her many belongings, getting ready to jet off to the Hamptons. Besides, she wasn't going to let anyone, especially him, ruin her vacation and sabotage quality time with her bff.

Looking inside her Coach bag and rearranging her many pairs of Jimmy Choos and Manolo Blahniks, her eyes came to rest on a simple black box that was previously hidden beneath her designer heels. Eyes softening, she reached into her suitcase and gingerly took the small box into her hands. Running her fingers over the leather that the box was encased in, she slowly sat down on her bed and opened it. A dazzle of reflected light greeted Blair's eyes as she gazed down at the contents. The Erickson Beamon necklace.

She had packed it on a whim, she recalled darkly, when she thought she would be spending a week with him at the beginning of the summer in Italy. Tuscany, to be exact. Despite these less-than-welcome thoughts, a flood of memories rushed back into Blair's mind, triggered by the sight of the necklace. The memories made her blissfully forget, even if momentarily, about all of her worries.

He tenderly reached his arm across her, placing the exquisite piece of jewelry against her neck. While he clasped it from the back, she lightly felt his warm fingertips brush against her smooth skin. Looking into a mirror on the wall, she watched, breathless, as his hand then trailed to her collar, adjusting the gems perfectly. Making eye contact in the mirror, she heard him say, in a soft voice, "Something this beautiful should be worn by someone worthy of it's beauty". Her heart fluttered, and she reached up instinctively to touch the gift. Looking at her with sincerity, he continued, "I really am sorry."

A waterfall of emotions crashed through Blair, and overwhelmed, she lowered her eyes. She felt his gaze on her. His hands once again brushed against her collar, but this time she reached up and folded her hand on his own. The touch of his lips against her shoulder caused her to turn towards him. She looked at him, gasping inwardly at the clarity and wanting in his dark eyes. Slowly, she leaned in, brushing her lips gently against his. He responded immediately, intensifying the kiss. Their lips touched again and again, each kiss hungrier than the last…

Ring. Ring. Snapping out of her thoughts and looking down at her side, Blair's previously serene expression instantly hardened. The LCD screen of her cell was slowly flashing, as if mocking her, illuminated with the bold letters of the caller id. "Of course," Blair thought bitterly. She picked up her phone and tossed it aside violently, not bothering to answer. Turning back to her luggage defiantly, she continued to pack up the rest of her things. After a minute, her cell finally stopped ringing and the screen started to blink. One missed call: Chuck Bass.

R&R as always :)