Chocolate Curls
As a teenager, there were three things on which Charles Bass could be sustained; Money, alcohol, and women.
As a child, however, his necessities were a bit simpler; Chuck wanted his father's attention (an abandoned wish due to realization that came with puberty), his mother to miraculously rise from the dead (an obviously outrageous request), and to touch Blair Waldorf's chocolate curls.
Even as a doe-eyed preschooler, Blair Waldorf carried with her the essence of a woman; She was intent on learning every trick and mannerism of a proper young lady.
And every day, Eleanor Waldorf made sure that Blair's patent Mary-Janes had been properly shined by Dorota, that her frilly dress had been properly steamed and pressed, and that a shiny red bow had been meticulously placed in her head of cascading brown curls.
Blair would enter preschool (not accompanied by Dorota, whom she had abandoned, for a proper lady would enter alone) and would be surrounded by girls and boys alike. She was a happy child, always laughing, brown eyes shining. But she had a single, adamant rule- No one was to touch her perfect brown curls. No one dared to, and nobody ever had.
Chuck Bass, however, had always wanted to touch those curls. There was something in the way they reflected light, how they were always impeccable, that pulled Chuck in. There had been rumors that someone had once touched them, and that they were softer than even the most expensive duvet at Bergdorf Norman's.
That day, Chuck Bass decided to touch them, see for himself whether they really were as soft as children said. The perfect plan was schemed in his mind, and he would take action during rest period.
Chuck made sure to tag uncomfortably along with Blair's crowd, ensuring he was near her when the advisers decided it was time for them to lie down on the Egyptian-cotton duvets. Luckily, when the advisers announced napping, he had managed to snatch a spot right next to the angel with heavenly hair.
Slowly, with trembling pale fingers, Chuck Bass extended his arm to the chocolate mass that laid only feet away from him. Though he was certain she was asleep, he let another minute pass, hand extended. Finally his fingers contacted soft curls. So, the talk had been true, Blair's curls were even softer than an angel's wings. Careful not to wake her, Chuck slowly brushed his hand through her long hair. And, in such an innocent position, Chuck Bass fell into a peaceful slumber with a small smile on his face, all the while unaware that the tiny Blair Waldorf was grinning ear to ear, eyes wide open.