Disclaimer: If I owned Gossip Girl I certainly wouldn't be writing fan fiction about the show. I would be writing Vanessa's immediate death into the script instead. Alas, I own nothing.
Also this follows the current storyline just with my own things mixed in. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1
His hand slid along her creamy thigh and attempted to maneuver itself underneath her skirt. "Chuck! No!" Her voice was stern, her tone sharp as she kept dutifully upon her task of reading the chapter assigned to them last night in Mrs. Kendall's class.
Of course Blair had already read the chapter dedicated to the judicial system last night. Twice. But Yale didn't accept just anybody among their freshmen you know. And yes technically she was already as good as in but Blair Waldorf had to prove that she was meant to be there.
Which was why she was rereading the homework assignment for the third time on the steps of the school before it officially started when Chuck decided to distract her with a little bit of fun.
"Chuck! No!" Her voice was stern and commanding and hell if it didn't turn him on more. He wrapped his arms around her waist and then plucked her from the steps, arranging her to sit in his lap.
Her textbook fell to the ground forgotten as his tongue traced her ear. "Yes," he growled in response to her reprimanding. Blair gasped and then quickly moaned as he moved his talented mouth to her neck.
This time Blair couldn't find the words to stop him as Chuck continued his earlier destination with his hands, sliding them underneath her skirt to reach the red scrap of lace she had worn today just for him.
He groaned into her neck and crashed his lips into hers in a passionate and bruising kiss. Blair arched her back and battled his tongue for control of the kiss but then his fingers slipped past the barrier of her panties and slid inside of her and Blair couldn't remember what she had been trying to do earlier to be honest.
Her hips buckled of their own accord as she whispered his name raggedly against his lips. She couldn't believe that they were doing this here, on the steps of the school, in plain sight of everyone. But Blair was too far gone with lust to care if people had stopped on the sidewalk to watch a free show or if Iz and Penelope were making a sex video of it now to send to Gossip Girl later. She just didn't care.
The only thing she did care about was the feeling that was rapidly approaching upon her like a tidal wave. She let out a breathless moan and dug her nails into his shoulders. His school jacket covered him and Blair knows that the pressure of her nails doesn't hurt him but she wishes it would. He kind of likes the pain and she likes whatever he likes.
She whispers his name again, a lust-filled "Chuck!" And he brings her over the edge just like th-
Blair jerks to attention with a start and she looks around the classroom wildly, making sure that no one is paying any special, over-the-top attention to her. A sigh of relief slides past her lips as she realized her dirty thoughts will remain her own.
God there is something wrong with me. She thinks as she shoots Mrs. Kendall a brilliant smile to reassure the woman that she does in fact give two shits as to whatever the lady is rambling on about.
I need help. Serious, serious help. Like intuitional help. I wonder if Eric is still on good terms with any of the doctors from that place he was sent to. His father just died and he is headed on a one way road towards a complete and destructive breakdown and yet I can't stop having sexual dreams about Chuck Bass. Dear God there is some thing wrong with me.
She takes in a few deep breaths and then sends Iz a fake smile when the girl glances over at her curiously. She's not sure why she cares so much about Chuck. Especially when he left her in the middle of the night with nothing but a sad, little note stating that she deserved better.
She scoffs a little under her breath at that one. Of course she deserves better. She's Blair fucking Waldorf. She deserves a guy that will say I Love You back when she pours her heart out to him. She deserves a guy that will stick around the morning after being vulnerable around her. But that's not what she wants…. Not really. She wants the guy that's broken her heart in a million pieces not once but twice now. And more than that. She needs him. Needs him to exist, needs him to feel alive. Needs him because she's irreversibly in love with him and always will be.
Dear God I need help. She thinks, not for the last time.
He's hungover. It's the first thought he has when he awakes and the only thought he has for a while until reality starts to creep in. He remembers his father's funeral, Blair's I Love You. He remembers spending the past three weeks holed up in a hotel room with nothing but endless bottles of his friend Jack before the pounding knock that came on his door last night and lead to him being here now.
His forehead is pressed against the cool surface of the table they sit at,on the private jet of the plane that is flying him back home. If he was being honest, Chuck really had no idea as to the location he had been in the last few weeks and he decided against asking. It didn't really matter where they jad been. All that mattered was that they were going home, back to New York, back to the Upper East Side.
Chuck stole a sideways glance at his uncle, Jack Edward Bass himself. Chuck hadn't seen the man in years. They had only met once before. Jack had breezed into town and Chuck would never forget the look on his father's face at seeing his brother calmly sitting in the kitchen beside Chuck as Bart had stepped through the doorway.
It was the same look his father had given him more times than Chuck could count. That disgusted look that was a mix of disappoint and frustration. Up until that moment the thirteen year-old boy thought that that particular look was only reserved for him. To see it aimed at somebody else aroused Chuck's curiosity greatly.
He had spent the entire next day with his uncle Jack. The man had insisted that he blow off school to conquer more important tasks with him. They had gone to a nice restaurant where Chuck sat in on a meeting as Jack and some of his business associates discussed opening an upscale club.
Later they went to a strip club, it was his first and he loved the feeling that being around Jack gave him…. almost as much as he loved watching the girls. Jack Bass was a powerful man. He blackmailed people to get what he wanted. Knew secrets that others would kill for and the women…. They flocked to Jack as if he were a demi-God or something.
He had left the next day but Chuck Bass had been changed by the experience. He had never been a good little boy before, not like Nate. He was the mischievous, daring one in the group but after that day, something changed. He became more than what he was, he became Chuck Bass. The rich and pompous asshole who was only known for two things, drinking and his womanizing ways.
The first characteristic was still true but much couldn't be said about the second one. There was only one woman that he wanted these days. Her face came to him instantly and Chuck had to fight the urge to call her, just so he could hear her sweet voice insult him.
She had said them. Said the words that they had both silently agreed to never say. "The worst thing you've ever done, the darkest thought you've ever had, I will stand by you through anything." Chuck groaned and banged his head on the table. "That's not going to help your headache." Jack informed him before going back to read The New York Times.
"Because I love you." He had done the best thing for her, leaving. He wasn't good enough for her. Never had been and never will be. Certainly not now. Hell he was more broken and twisted than he was before and Blair…..She deserved a knight in shining armor not a hungover bastard with more baggage than a freight train could carry.
And yet he couldn't help but to wonder if she would be happy to see him. Would she had missed him. Probably not, if anything she was more than likely pissed at him for running off in the middle of the night with only a note to comfort her in the morning.
He teased himself with the agony of the situation. Perhaps she would be just the tiniest bit thrilled to see him. Just because then she would know he was okay and not dead in the ditch somewhere. Chuck would be happy with that reaction. Hell he would be happy just to see her again.
He wondered if she would yell at him for leaving or if she would just walk past him maintaining indifference as if he were just a meaningless speck in her perfect little universe. Both options were possible and Chuck spent the entire plane ride back deciding which option would be more likely to happen.
"I just don't understand him you know? I mean we broke up what right does he have to tell me to stay." Blair raised an eyebrow at her best friend. "You do realize that you already spent the last two weeks on vacation with Aaron so what does it matter why Humptrey-Dumpty wanted you to stay?"
Blair catches Serena's guilty look right away and rolls her eyes in annoyance. "Seriously I thought you were getting over Brooklyn." "I am," Serena interjects defensively. "Kind of," she adds softly a few moments later.
Blair sighs as they arrive at their destination, the Place. "Look if you care so much S then talk to him. Clear the air and get a better outlook on things." Serena shakes her goddess mane of blonde hair and then asks, "Are you coming in?"
Blair never gets a chance to answer as a limo pulls up beside them and the Devil himself appears. "Blair," he says her name like a prayer and it takes everything she has not to rush into his arms and beg him never to leave her again.
Instead she smiles at him sweetly while she brings the heel of her Marc Jacobs, Mary Janes down onto his own foot. He lets out a grunt of pain and she only steps close enough to hiss, "Basshole" before turning around and walking down the street like nothing had just occurred.
His face turns up in a smirk as Serena looks on with a small smile and Jack looks at him with concern. He should have figured that Blair would be unpredictable in her actions. Her somewhat erratic behavior was one of the many reasons he loved her so fucking much. Dear God he needed help.