Author's Note: Okay, so this is my first Gossip Girl fanfic and it's TV show based. It's Chuck/Blair because they are the awesomest couple ever. Basically, this is just what Chuck was thinking the morning after the limo scene at the end of Victor/Victrola. Flashbacks are italicized. Also, there will be some dialogue from Victor/Victrola and Seventeen Candles. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: If I owned Gossip Girl, the last five minutes of the season finale would not exist and Chuck and Blair would be living happily ever after in Tuscany.
Chuck Bass smirked into the mirror as he pulled on his signature scarf. He felt like he was on top of the world. Sure that made him sound like a lovesick idiot, but oh well. He was a lovesick idiot. He had been in love with Blair Waldorf as long as he could remember. People thought he was a shallow heartless ass who didn't care about anyone; just a womanizer who slept with random girls and hired hookers. They were right about the second part, but no one knew the half of it. No one knew the reason he behaved the way he did. That reason was Blair Waldorf. Chuck fully knew that the girl he loved would never love him back. She would just continue to be with Nate even though he could care less about her and would always be in love with Serena, and Blair was in denial and refused to believe it until now. For that reason, Chuck would never be able to fully commit himself to a relationship because his heart would always belong to Blair. He loved her more than anything and always would, even if it meant he would always be the guy sitting in the corner watching her cry over someone who would never love her back.
Last night, however, things were different and Chuck couldn't be happier. Blair had Blair and Nate had finally broken up after God know how long. Actually he knew exactly how long it had been…
Blair Waldorf walked into her first day of kindergarten in a white dress while her dark hair was pulled back in a black patent leather headband. Well, actually she didn't really walk; she was clinging to her father's leg while he sort of pulled her along. Once they walked through the doors of her kindergarten on 71st street, her father tried to finally shake her off, but was unsuccessful.
"Blair, you have to go inside now," Mr. Waldorf gently suggested.
"But, daddy, I don't want to. I don't know anyone," Blair pouted.
"You know Serena", he reminded.
"Yeah, but she's not here yet", Blair informed her father, clinging harder to his leg.
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Chuck Bass sat in the corner of his new preschool stacking blocks. He was trying to make it look like the Empire State Building, but was failing miserably. He sighed as another boy with ugly bangs ran by and knocked over his pile. He began to pick it up when he looked up and saw a little girl enter the room. She was wearing a bleach white dress that matched her cream complexion perfectly and a pair of little black Mary Janes. Her dark curly hair was held back by a black patent leather headband and she was wearing a pout as she clung to her father's leg. Chuck smirked to himself. She.was the prettiest girl he's ever seen. He instantly forgot about his blocks as he rose and ran over to the little girl.
"Yeah, but she's not here yet", he heard the girl pout as he ran up to her.
"Hi, my name's Chuck Bass", he greeted once he reached the girl.
"I'm Blair Cornelia Waldorf", Blair introduced as Chuck smiled. Her name was really pretty.
"Do you wanna play with me?" Chuck invited.
"Sure," Blair smiled turning to her father, "bye, daddy".
"Bye," Mr, Waldorf laughed, running out the door.
"So, what do you wanna play?" Blair asked.
"How about blocks? I'm trying to make a building exactly like the Empire State Building", Chuck explained.
"That's boring and too hard…let's build them to look like the Plaza!" Blair exclaimed, grinning at her suggestion. Chuck examined her face as she smiled. She had the prettiest smile. He felt something funny in his stomach, but ignored it.
"Okay, that sounds good," Chuck replied as the two headed over to the corner where he was previously playing.
When they arrived, however, they found a little boy in a suit with ugly bangs playing with the blocks.
"Um, can we use those?" Chuck asked, "I was here first".
"You left," the boy stated, "I'm using them now".
"Can we all play together?" Blair suggested, eyeing the boy.
"Sure that would be fun", the boy grinned, "I'm Nathaniel Archibald, but you can call me Nate".
"I'm Blair Waldorf," she squealed.
"Chuck Bass", Chuck murmured, disappointed that he had to share Blair with this Nate fellow.
"We were gonna build the Plaza!" Blair interjected.
"Well, I'm building the Met, you wanna help?" Nate suggested.
"Oooo, okay! That's a great idea", Blair enthusiastically complimented while a sulking Chuck sat down next to the two.
"Blair, you're pretty, do you wanna be my girlfriend?" Nate questioned.
"Sure!" Blair shouted, grinning from ear to ear, throwing her arms around him.
In the mean time, Chuck sat and watched them, sulking. Little did he know, he would be doing this activity for the next 12 years.
Chuck smiled to himself as he exited his suite and headed downstairs in the elevator. After years of watching Nate get to be that guy. The guy she cared about and loved. Chuck couldn't believe that maybe he actually had a shot. Blair had lost her virginity to him. Last night, she was his. Maybe she actually did care about him. Maybe they had a shot as a couple.
"Where to Mr. Bass", the limo driver inquired.
"The Waldorf's penthouse", Chuck muttered, sliding into the limousine. He smirked, thinking of the previous night…
"You were amazing up there", Chuck mumbled, staring at Blair in awe.
She met his gaze and he felt his heart stop. There lips slowly moved closer together until she finally pressed his lips against his. Chuck, felt as if he was on fire; it was as if volts of electricity were pulsing through. He had never felt this way before. It was amazing. Finally. Chuck then broke the kiss.
"Are you sure?" he questioned.
Blair's response was simply to press her lips against his. He immediately began to kiss her back, feeling on top of the world.
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"Oh, um, this is your house", Chuck panted as Blair laid against him in her slip.
"Okay, well, um, thanks", she stuttered with a weak smile as she slipped on her dress and threw her pearls over her head, "that was um, fun".
"It was" Chuck smirked, pressing his lips against Blair's.
She then slipped out of the limo, leaving Chuck by himself. He smiled as he looked outside at the frosty November air. This was the greatest night of his life.
"Mr. Bass, we're here", the limousine driver informed.
"Great, thank you", Chuck thanked, getting out of limousine and heading toward the elevator.
Chuck silently pondered what Blair was thinking. What if she actually cared about him the way he cared about her? What if the previous night was just a stupid, one night stand that meant nothing to her? What if she was just using him to kill the pain from her breakup with Nate? He sighed. "What if"-ing wasn't going to get him anywhere. He would go up to her apartment, ask to see Blair, and invite her to breakfast.
When Chuck reached the Waldorf penthouse, he saw Eleanor sitting on the couch looking at sketches.
"Charles, can I help you with something?" Eleanor inquired, looking up.
"Um, I came to see Blair", Chuck informed.
"Oh, well, she went to the Catholic Church on 74th street and then she's going to put some jewelry on hold", Eleanor explained.
"Why is Blair going to a Catholic church?" Chuck snorted, "She's not even Catholic".
"I have no idea. You'll have to ask her. Something about confession", she muttered.
"Okay, well, um, thanks," Chuck mumbled on his way out, silently wondering why Blair was at confession.
She was probably confessing to sleeping with him or something. Great. That meant she probably didn't care. She was ashamed of it and wished it never happened. Maybe he was overacting. Whatever. He just knew he had to see her. When he got downstairs he slid into his limo and gave the driver instructions as to where he wanted to go. He tried to visualize Blair sitting in the little wooden box, confessing her sins. The visual was not working. He had only seen Blair even in a church once…
"Hello Nathaniel," Chuck grinned as his best friend entered the suite, "I thought you were doing something Blair on this fine morning".
"Yeah, she canceled. She's going to the Catholic church on 74th", Nate clarified.
"Why?" Chuck probed.
"I dunno", Nate retorted, "anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch".
"I'm sorry, Nathaniel, I was just heading out. I have some business to attend to", Chuck explained, "However, I will call you later".
"Okay", Nate responded.
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Blair Waldorf sat in the Catholic Church on 74th street crying at praying. She wasn't very religious, but whatever. Everything was falling apart. Serena left without even saying goodbye, her dad was running away to Europe with a man, and the worst part is when she canceled her date with Nate, he didn't even care. He just said 'Okay'. He didn't ask if she was okay or anything. When she said she was going to the church on 74th, he was supposed to come down and ask her is she was alright. She was supposed to cry on his shoulder while he stroked her hair and told her everything was going to be alright. But no. God, she had to keep reminding herself that life wasn't an Audrey Hepburn movie.
Blair heard the door to the church swing open, breaking her away from her thoughts. She turned around, hoping to see Nate there. But when she swung around, she saw Chuck standing before her instead. He was wearing a long black coat and his signature scarf. She smirked through her tears. She never thought she'd live to see the day Chuck entered a church.
"What are you doing here?" Blair asked.
"Nate told me you canceled your date and were coming here. I decided I had to come down myself and see Blair Waldorf in a church", Chuck chuckled.
"Oh, and your such a saint yourself. I'm half expecting you to burst into flames any minute now", she commented.
"Aren't you such a comedian", Chuck muttered, "anyway, you look like you've been crying, what's wrong?"
"As if you care", Blair snorted as Chuck took a seat next to her.
He managed to catch her eye and very seriously stated, "I do care, tell me what's wrong".
With that, Blair just lost it all over again. She clung to Chuck's jacket and began to cry.
"Serena, my best friend, left for boarding school without even saying goodbye and then my dad had to go run off to France with another man, and when I emailed Serena about it, on top of it all, she didn't even reply", Blair sobbed, "Nate's been acting weird lately too. He's been distant and cold and I don't know. My mom's been all depressed since my dad left, I mean she's lost like 10 pounds already, and I just feel so alone. I feel so completely alone".
"Shhh, it's okay," Chuck murmured, stroking her hair, "it's all going to be okay, and you're not alone. I'm here. I care about you".
"Thanks," Blair smiled, looking up at him.
"Blair, I should tell you-" Chuck began.
"What?" Blair asked.
"Never mind", he muttered, embracing her once again as she silently cried into his coat.
When Chuck arrived at the church he saw Blair walking down the steps dressed in a gray skirt with a black coat. She was carrying a black leather handbag and wore oversized black sunglasses.
He smirked. He'd finally found her. Chuck instructed the limo driver to pull toward Blair and rolled down his window.
"Well, this is the last place I expected to find you", he teased, deciding it was unnecessary to mention that he'd already gone to her house in search of her and was dying to see her.
"Go away, Chuck," Blair snarled, "I've been given orders from practically God himself to avoid you".
"Would you consider avoiding me over breakfast?" he invited. He silently hoped that maybe she really did care and just thought he didn't. Maybe if she knew the truth, she'd tell him what she was thinking.
"Sorry," she glared, "but as per tradition on the day of my birthday I'm heading to the jewelers to put some pieces on hold for Eleanor and-"
"Nate?" Chuck interrupted, cringing at his best friend's name, "Oh, I don't think he'll be singing happy birthday this year".
"No one knows Nate and I broke up, and it's gonna stay this way 'til I can fix this", Blair retorted, "and as for you, I don't think your best friend would still be your best friend if he knew".
"If he knew how much I enjoyed the removal of a certain chastity bell in the back of this very limo", Chuck chuckled, hoping that maybe he could lighten the mood.
"From this moment forward, the events of last night will never be mentioned again, is that clear?" Blair threatened.
"Not as clear as the memory of you purring in my ear, which I have been replaying over and over", Chuck smirked.
"Well erase the tape," Blair growled, "because as far as I'm concerned it never happened".
When Chuck heard these words, he felt his heart sink. At had meant nothing to her. She simply thought of it as a stupid one night stand; a mistake she wanted to forget. She didn't care and she never would. He would always be the guy watching her from the corner, wishing to be Nate. Wishing to be whatever guy she was in love with, because unlike them, he would actually love her back.
"I'll see you at your party", Chuck spat at her.
"You're officially uninvited", she declared angrily.
"Never stopped me before", Chuck hollered after her.
Chuck Bass felt like the world had caved in. It wasn't fair. He had finally gotten a shot with Blair. She lost her virginity to him and she could care less about him. He sighed to himself. He had to do something about it. He had loved Blair Waldorf from the second she walked into their kindergarten in that little white dress and quite frankly, he would love her forever. He had to show her how much she meant to him. If after he told her how he really felt she still rejected him, them let it be. He'd go back to wishing she was his.
"Take me to the jewelry store on 82nd", Chuck instructed.
Fin
A/N: Okay, well I hope you liked it. Please, please, please review and let me know what you thought.