Title: What Were They Thinking?
Author: BookCaseGirl (Abby)
Date: August 11, 2009
Rating: T
Summary: A compilation of the thoughts from every epic moment in the relationship (or sometimes lack thereof) between Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf.
Status: Work in-progress, though all future chapters are already written.
Classification: Some chapters will be totally happy, while others may make your heart break. No guarantees (;
Author's Note: Okay, so I honestly don't think there's any Chuck/Blair fan out there who doesn't try to imagine what Chuck and Blair are thinking. I got this idea a little while ago when I was watching and just saying out loud what I was so sure they were thinking. You've really gotta hand it to Leighton and Ed for being such great actors as to make the viewers want to be inside their heads. Anywho, for this chapter, I chose to do the dancing scene, because I guess I feel the limo scene is just so....over-done?...not sure if that's the wording I'm going for, but I hope you get it. So, I thought I would do this instead (:
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl
This chapter isn't beta'd, and I don't really plan on having any future chapters get beta'd either, unless someone really wants to do it for me
"Where's Nate?" Chuck was surprised to see Blair instead of his male-pal – and that was putting it mildly. Why the hell would she want to come and celebrate Chuck's opening of a strip club? It was more of a macho guy thing than dainty princess girl thing. Well, whatever floats Ms. Waldorf's boat, he supposed.
"I think we just broke up." Well, if he had been surprised to see her, then surely this was just bone-rattling shock that he was experiencing now. The golden boy and his queen had called it quits? What the hell had Nathanial done now, for Christ's sake? He just didn't know how good he had it with Blair, did he? Though since when did Chuck criticize what Nate did to Blair? Sure he had always known...but always his lips were sealed. Why was he voicing his opinions – okay, so they were only in his head – now, of all the time?
"What?" the confusion that he felt was evident in his abrupt question and Blair just walked right past him, ignoring anything else he had to say.
"I don't wanna talk about it," Blair shot him a fleeting glare, still walking by him. "I just want to escape. That's what this place is for, right?" Her voice held a bit of doubt in it – as if she weren't exactly sure she should be doing this – and she added a bit of a carefree jaunt to her step. He figured this was Blair Waldorf trying to let loose, and it was the most he would ever see her do so.
That was why all Chuck could do was watch her. Staring at the back of her head, he wondered what the night would have in store as he followed her inside – keeping a fair distance between them for fear that she would explode and reveal the real Blair, who was ready to crumble before him.
***
The crumbling never happened, to say the least. Chuck watched her cautiously as they sat in his favorite seat of the house – front row, the booth. Music pumped through the speakers, and he could feel the beat inside of him as he casually leaned back in the couch. It was just a regular night with the ladies up there, on the stage.
Blair seemed like such an amateur as she sat on the edge of her own space in the seat and sipped at her champagne, her ruby lips twisted upward in an almost envious smile. While Chuck was lounging lazily, with a gaze of lasciviousness cast in the direction of the beautiful women on stage, Blair looked positively entranced and captivated by them. It was obviously her first time having been to a strip club and he resisted the urge to chuckle at the particular phrasing used.
As Chuck continued to stare at the back of her curly mass of hair, he finally decided to speak up. "I know you don't wanna talk about what happened, but..." he shouted reluctantly over the music. He really wasn't so sure this was what he was supposed to do. Was she here to ask him about what the hell was wrong with Nate? Was Blair looking for something else? Or maybe she came here just to fuck it all and have a damn good time.
"Relief. I feel relief," her reply was just as loud as his original statement as she nodded her head in confirmation, her glass of bubbly just to the side of her face as she took a break from drinking it. Her face was serious, he was able to tell that even without looking at her. Her head bobbed a bit more to the music as she avidly looked after the women who were strutting under the multi-colored lights.
"You know, I've got moves..." Blair said thoughtfully as she still stared up at the show.
This was cause for complete surprise from Chuck. He raised his eyebrows, and her comment even made him raise his head from its unbelievably comfortable position on the back of the sofa.
"Really? Then why don't you get up there?" he moved closer to her ear so he wouldn't have to shout as much and smirked at the last bit, challenging her. It was part of the friendly game of dares that was played between them. Totally innocent – for the most part, that is.
"No-oh," she said laughingly, the liquid in her glass tumbling along with a few locks of her hair. She didn't dare look away from those women, even as she continued to speak to him. "I'm just saying, I have moves." Her head nodded once more in confirmation of her own words. Why was it that she felt the need to confirm what he already knew so well? Though perhaps it was the fact that she herself was not as convinced as Chuck had been for years.
"Come on," he said, his voice almost gravelly. He bumped into her side with his own, a silent encouragement. "You're ten times hotter than any of those girls." Hell, it was worth a shot, wasn't it? Making a play for his best friend's ex. Nate had done practically the equivalent with Serena...though she was only the best friend to Blair, and Chuck had certainly never been permitted to tap that ass, sadly. But then again, to Chuck, there was something...so untouchable and impermissible with Blair. She was deliciously off-limits and he was content to oblige. He didn't want to be the one to break her.
"I know what you're doing, Bass," Blair said disappointedly, turning her head to look at him with a serious expression on her face. So, the jig was up; she knew he was only trying to get her goat so she would get up there just to prove something to him? Or did she know...no, surely she didn't know that he had thought of deflowering her, albeit not for the first time in his life (though, in his defense, the other times had been in drunken flurries that passed quickly).
He knew she wouldn't actually go up there in the end. These were musings of a girl that just wanted to be free, but sadly would never let loose enough to let freedom ring in her ears. Blair would sit next to him all evening, just watching those girls enviously.
He watched her from the side as it dawned on her – his thoughts of her reluctance and eventual retreat from the original unspoken challenge. Her eyes settled on the bottom of the stage before she looked at him again, amused. There was something in her eyes that told Chuck that there had been a part of her that was changed that evening. She was shedding her normal, self-conscious skin and stepping out of her cocoon. And something about that made Chuck all the more excited to be the one that was in the room while this happened.
"You really don't think I'll go up there."
Another raise of eyebrows accompanied his response. "I know you won't do that," he said quietly, his voice a low rumble as his eyes stayed fastened on the stage.
She looked away from him – mouth gaping and eyes wide – and he could positively hear the gears turning in her head as she started to quickly put together her own little plot. Her eyes were devious, her mouth turned up in the devil's unmistakable grin, and she turned to him. Blair's eyes twinkled under the dim light of the club and Chuck stared at her expectantly.
And when she told him, "Guard my drink," the look on her face and her tone of voice sounded just as surprised as he felt. It seemed Blair Waldorf was just a box full of astonishing advances tonight.
Chuck took his previous position against the back of the couch, fully expecting her to balk at all of the people looking at her as soon as she took the first step onto the stage. He held out his hand – the personal Chuck Bass invitation – telling her to get up there. Amused and almost scared of what Blair was capable of on the slight buzz of a glass and a half of champagne, Chuck lay back and watched her.
He smiled as she began her stride up to the stage to join the other ladies. Her first steps were absolutely seductive and the only thing his eyes were on were her gorgeous legs. Blair wasted no time when she had finally clacked her way up onto the stage in her Jimmy Choos. As she struck her initiating pose, their eyes locked, and Chuck literally lost his mind. He was unable to locate it, and found himself only able to look on in awe of what was happening.
She took the headband off first – the thing that gave her the sense of hierarchy she felt was necessary for her life and for ruling everyone around her – and threw it out into the crowd of her newly adoring fans. Chuck scooted to the edge of his seat, still without the power of normal human thoughts or reactions. She unzipped her mint green dress next, slowly, teasingly. He felt his mouth go dry – oh, there was a human reaction! - and he had to adjust a bit more as his mouth gaped and other parts of him did everything but open up.
The lights flashed in Chuck's face as he looked on. Finally, as she was raising her arms up to the sky, he stood up. An unknown and astoundingly protective side of him was kicking in as he heard the cat calls and 'hey's in the crowd. Just as he was about to run up and escort her off of the stage, she moved her hips with a sureness that was unbelievably natural and enticing. He had to stop in his tracks, because it was a moving moment in the life of Chuck Bass. He had found his siren.
She wasn't even singing, but the things that she was doing – the provocative movements that she made – were all music to his ears. They all drew him nearer and nearer to her and he just continued to fix his eyes on her in bewilderment. Who was this girl? What had she done with Blair fucking Waldorf? He found himself not really giving a shit at this point as his eyes went from bottom to top – pausing at the sight of the beautifully milky skin that covered her thighs.
Blair ran her small, fragile hands across the curls that covered her long neck and turned to lock eyes with Chuck once again – this time her gaze was seductive and enticing as she tapped her shoulder teasingly.
Chuck was still gaping at her in complete awe when a man who dressed and acted like a woman came to his side, voicing the question he himself had asked mere second before. "Who's that girl?" Only his voice was knowing, as if he could read Chuck's every thought and knew of the filthy things that Chuck was inappropriately imagining in his mind.
He shook his head in disbelief as he got out his response, "I have no idea." The man shouted something about a baby vamp – Chuck was far to enraptured to care at this point – and let him be.
Nodding his head at her, he pulled on a crease on the front of his suit, eyes still on hers. They were the only two people in the room, he swore it. And as he bobbed his head in approval, she grinned at him. This was their little secret that would never be spoken of again, except maybe in a private moment shared by the two. Wait a second. What the hell am I doing imagining private moments with Blair Waldorf when she just broke up with my goddamn best friend?
Chuck was trying to scold himself, but fascination took the place of his conscience as Blair bent down, gyrating her hips around in a slow circle. He sipped more champagne as her hips swayed more and more and Chuck watched Blair set herself free up on stage. He shook his head and smiled once again at her incredibly sultry moves and attitude. The way that she danced had something about it that was so much more unique than the rest of the...well...whores prancing around up there. She had class, but she was still willing to let loose.
She ran her hands up her thighs and they went to entangle in her pearl necklace, twisting it in the air and shooting a wild smile down at him. He took another swig of the carbonated liquid in his glass, his own appraising smile on his face, and then raised it in a toast, pursing his lips in approval. She smirked down at him, and he could tell that she was so obviously pleased with his positive critiquing.
The lights continued to flash in his face as Blair's arms raised above her head and she slowly moved her body around to the alluring tempo of the booming Victrola. He wanted this night to remain in his mind forever. Because the night that Blair Cornelia Waldorf let loose was the night that Chuck Bass finally figured out just how beautiful and bewitching she was when she just took it all off and was bare in front of the world.