Wild Wolves

Summary : I just adore this song, 'Wild Wolves' by Athlete, listen to it if you haven't yet, it's absolutely gorgeous. This'll be a (short!) 3 chap fic based on the song about how Chuck and Blair have pulled each other out of ruts. The chapters won't really connect, i'm picking different moments from the show.

This is set after the limo scene in 'Victor, Victrola', because I fail to believe they would just do it and go home. I know it doesn't really fit with what happens in the next epi of the show, but I hope you like it anyway :) lemme know what you think! Also, it's unbeta-ed and although English is my language, no doubt i've made some stupid mistakes, apologies in advance and point them out to me if you want :) Ingrid x

Disclaimer : I don't own Gossip Girl or this song. bad times for me!

As a friendly fire
Wasn't quite enough
You go and drop this
Bomb on us

As they pull through the noisy, lit streets of Manhattan, Chuck and Blair sit together, hands entwined in the back of the limo. There, Blair had found comfort in the least likely of places. Sex with Chuck Bass. She's not sure why she did it and knows as certain as the sun will rise that she will regret it, but for now, she feels safe in the confines of tinted black windows.

Her mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. This didn't feel like Nate, this feels right. It strikes her then that how Chuck had made her feel in one night was more than Nate had done in the eternity they had been dating. Tonight, for just one night, she had captured the attention of a man who was not drawn to the sparkle of her counterpart. Blair knows Nate will always love Serena, it made her bitter, but everyone always loves Serena more. Nate, her mother, even lonely boy worships the ground she walks on (although that's nothing to be thankful for, Blair supposes.) As she lets her head fall onto Chuck's shoulder, she wonders when she had lost her fairytale innocence. Silently, the tears fall.

Chuck feels content, but only for a second as guilt pushes itself to the forefront of his mind, consuming him. Nate was an ass of a boyfriend, but he was the best bestfriend anyone could ask for. Growing up, Chuck had always had the best his father could buy for him, but friends were not something for sale, at least not good ones. Chuck had lucked out with Nate, who may have not been the brightest, and his love for Serena was a problem, but he was loyal and understood Chuck.

Before Chuck can ruin the moment, he feels the warm moisture of her tears soak through his jacket sleeve. Blair's tears. Typical, she's already regretting this night and crying for Nate. At that thought, the tears begin to burn. He surprises himself by feeling sad for Blair, he wants to wipe away the tears, he even wants to be the one to save her, screw Nate and his shiny armor. But while Chuck may treat most people like shit, he's loyal to his friends (or just friend) and he knows he owes it to Nate to be the wingman for once.

'Blair..'

'Yes.' She muffles into his sleeve, she refuses to meet his eye and he's glad of it, he doesn't trust himself if he sees her tear-stained face.

Instinctively, he brings an arm up around her shoulder and runs his fingers through his hair.

'What happened with Nate?' There's a pause and he begins to worry he said the wrong thing.

'Serena happened..Serena always happens.' She doesn't mean for it to sound so bitter. But she's had champagne and she feels safe, crying in his arms, she figures now's a good a time as any to break.

Chuck hears the tone in her voice and he can't believe it. He wants to console her to tell her she's better than that, but she didn't answer his question. She knows he already knows about that night.

'I know.' He murmurs quietly and she's put off by this, he doesn't deny that Serena always happens.

'I meant tonight, what happened with Nate tonight?'

'He..I..I asked him if he loved me, and he couldn't answer.' Chuck frowns slightly, it'll take more than a shovel to dig Nate out of this hole. He chooses his words carefully.

'He does love you Blair, he's loved you since forever..he always has and he always will.' Chuck wonders why it is so hard for him to say those words. He puts it down to the fact that he doesn't believe the truth in them.

'Then why can't he tell me? And why did he kiss Serena at the ball?' He can hear the desperation in Blair's voice now, she doesn't want him, that moment had passed. She wants reassurance, she wants safety.

'Wait..he kissed Serena?'

'Well, it was Jenny, but he thought it was Serena, so it counts.' Of course it counts; Blair is the queen of grudges. But she is also Queen B and he won't let her forget that.

'Serena's return took him by surprise, but it's you he wants..it's you he loves.'

'Then why couldn't he say it? It's not like he hasn't said those words before, but when it mattered..he couldn't.'

Chuck doesn't know what to say, he's not good with relationships but even he can tell Nate has made too many mistakes.

'He loves Serena.' She says this sadly and his heart hurts. Wait what? Chuck Bass does not do feelings.

'Forget Serena.'

'How could I? Serena's everywhere. I can't blame her, it's not her fault she shines brighter than all of us.' Blair sighs in frustration. 'She's the carefree, let loose girl that everyone adores. She has everyone under her thumb without needing a single scheme or takedown – although I do enjoy those. But Serena, it's like she casts a spell on every -'

'She's got nothing on you Blair.' He says this with such sincerity, she stops mid rant.

The limo rolls to a stop outside the Waldorf residence. Blair sits up, feeling cold as she feels the warmth of Chuck's body leave her side and reality kick in.

'You don't mean that Chuck.' She says this with a hint of regret as she opens the limo door. 'Thanks for the ride home.'

And she's gone. Chuck's shocked, he didn't know she feels this way. To him, Blair had always been the one to admire, the only one worthy of his attention, the only one who could match him at the dangerous game of destruction and humiliation played daily in the Upper East Side.

She's one foot in the building when he catches up with her.

'You've always been the brightest star to me.' He places a gentle kiss on her cheek.

And then he's gone, swallowed up by the dark limo that slips into the night.

Blair lets the words sink in and smiles uncertainly to herself. Entering the penthouse, she scraps the planned trip and lure of her porcelain toilet bowl and heads straight for her room.

The devil stood there
Drenched in sand
I'm here to give you a
Helping hand

I have the rest of this planned in my mind, sorta. I'm very new at this so any feedback would be awesome :) x