This short story is dedicated to my defective sisters! I love you all! ;)

Hugs and kisses to my Beta/Friend Tatiana!

Chapter-1

Blair could not believe she was actually doing this.

She could not believe that she was actually sitting at this bar, on this stool, sipping this very martini. Waiting for him. She could not believe it.

But even worse, she couldn't believe that she was the one that called him and asked for his help. She couldn't deny that she was there, at that bar, sipping that martini. She closed her eyes as she began to feel light-headed from her last three drinks. She really needed to stop drinking if she wanted her plan to work. She sighed and looked down at the Tiffany watch her father had given her last Christmas.

It was 5:30.

That son of a bitch. I should have known he would be late…I strictly said for him to be here at 5. She took the last sip of her drink as she thought of all the ways that she wanted to kill him. First, she would strangle him, and then she would beat down on his now-dead corpse with her expensive Chanel stilettos until his body was unrecognizable. Then she would-

"Hey, Sweetheart. Can I buy you a drink?"

Blair turned her head towards the unknown voice. There stood a man, clearly drunk off his ass, just a couple feet away from her. His posture proved that he was decidedly under the influence because he seemed to be leaning towards his right and looked like he was about to topple over. Needless to say, Blair was not impressed.

She turned her head back and began looking into her empty glass. She rejected his offer without looking back.

"Believe me, I can afford my own drink."

"Come on, baby. Just one drink."

Blair swiveled around to face him again and smiled faintly. "As I said before, I can afford my own drink, and I especially do not need you to buy me one," she said as she gave him the old once-over and laughed. "If I wanted to, I could buy out this entire bar for the night. So if you will please excuse me, I have much more important things to occupy my thoughts with."

The man stared at her, completely shocked. He then angrily grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up against him. "Nobody talks to me like that, especially not a rich Upper East Side whore," he spat at her angrily.

She just stared at him. Once he let go of her arm, she watched him as he stumbled back to his table, calling out to the waitress to bring him another drink. She looked down at her watch once more.

5:35

Blair sighed and tried her best to fight back the tears. Not only was she just humiliated by an angry drunk, but she had been stood up. The sad thing about this was she was not the least bit surprised. After all, who would want to hang out with a rich Upper East Side whore? Right?

She just thought that maybe he would come through this time. If he still hated her, that was fine. She hated him, too. But she had still hoped that he would do it for Serena. Clearly, she was mistaken.

She got up from the stool, paid and thanked the bartender. He nodded and smiled.

She grabbed her Marc Jacobs purse and slowly started heading towards the door. As she past the tables full of rich businessmen, she felt every eye trained on her. Why wouldn't they be? Her black Dolce and Gabbana Cocktail dress hugged every curve in her body and also revealed her long, thin legs. Her hair hung almost down to her waist in beautiful brown curls and was adorned with one of her infamous red ribbons. As she kept walking, she heard a couple of whistles coming from every direction of the room. On another occasion she probably would have smiled shyly or nodded in recognition. But for some reason she didn't even have the strength to smile.

All because of him.

Was he really not ever going to speak to her? Yes, they talked on the phone briefly, but it was strictly platonic and straightforward. They both sounded cold and hard over the line and didn't even say hello or goodbye. She was the one that called him, asking if he would help her this once with Serena. He had said yes. She told him to meet her at the Carlyle hotel at 5. And that was it: nothing more was said. After she hung up, she dropped her phone on her bed and ran inside her bathroom to dispatch Dorora's delicious pot roast in the toilet.

Blair was so concentrated on going over last night's events in her head that she didn't hear a certain male voice calling her name repeatedly. Just when she was about to walk out the door, someone grabbed her gently by her arm.

It was him.

Blair thought that she was going to breakdown and cry when she saw his face. He showed up…he actually showed up.

"Sorry I'm late," he whispered. If she had not been staring at his lips she would have had no idea what he had just said.

She quickly recovered and shrugged off his hand from her arm.

"Save it, Bass," she replied coldly.

Chuck just sighed. He honestly was exhausted. Last night, after her surprise phone call asking for his help, he had not gotten a wink of sleep. He was contemplating in his bed whether to show up or not. He did not know how he would handle being close to her again or even seeing her.

Truthfully, he had showed up at 5 and glanced through the Carlyle window to see if she was there. And, sure enough, there she was--asking for a drink and sitting down at the stool. Looking more gorgeous then ever. He felt a weird ache in his stomach as he watched her through the window.

I can't do this.

So he began to walk away. After 3 or 4 blocks or so he glanced at his watch.

5:20.

He closed his eyes and just stood in the middle of the sidewalk looking back towards the hotel.

You can do this, stop being such a fucking pussy.

He ran back towards the hotel, hoping she had not left yet or wasn't waiting for him at the entrance while holding a gun pointed straight at his chest. Luckily for him, neither scenario played itself out in reality.

But now here they stood. She looking more annoyed then ever and he feeling more confused because those bloody butterflies were fluttering in his stomach again.

She observed him for a moment. His hair clung to his forehead, his cheeks were red and he looked like he just ran a marathon around Manhattan. She hated to admit, though, that he sill looked undoubtedly sexy. He was wearing black slack pants, with a burgundy button-up shirt adorned with his one-of-a-kind bowtie.

Wow, I must be totally delusional if I am finding this pig attractive.

"So…" he began.

Blair didn't respond immediately. She wanted to yell at him. Push him down to the ground and scream in his face. He was more then 40 minutes late which threw everything off and now she didn't know if her plan to get Georgina sent back to wherever that bitch came from was going to work.

She took a deep breath and replied, "Well, now that you've put us 40 minutes behind schedule, we need to begin immediately. I will tell you the plans in the elevator. But we have to hurry."

Blair walked past him heading towards the elevators. Chuck groaned as he ran his hands through his hair while following slowly behind her. This was going to be interesting.

to be continued...

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