Chuck Bass' Dreams
Summary: Ever since the pristine girl with flowing brown hair and enticing ruby red lips met Chuck Bass…she flooded his dreams (Series of interrelated stories of Chuck's hopes, nightmares & creative (and most of the time naughty) dreams about Blair Waldorf)
Pairing: Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf
Rating: T (M for later chapters)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters used in this story.
***this is my first published ffnet story. I'm going to start with wholesome chapters…then off with the much wanted Chuck and Blair sexiness…haha. I hope you like it. ***
Chapter 1: Application Form
Six year old Chuck Bass started his day by torturing his 7th nanny by repeatedly yanking off his little red and blue bow tie his father insisted him to wear and was told of something about it being part of his uniform and that everyone in his school had to wear the same thing. Even at the tender age of six, Chuck did not like the idea of being the same with anyone else, specially when it came to clothes.
"Charles, will you agree to wear a bow tie if it's a different color?" seethed his clearly stressed nanny suppressing her anger and the want to strangle him with his bow tie.
He loathes being called Charles… but he conceded. "Fine" he said.
His nanny quickly placed the newly selected bow tie atop his crisp uniform not knowing that the little devil is already hashing up a plot to torture her further for calling him Charles.
He was clearly unimpressed with the bow tie she chose. Pastel purple bow ties with little pink polka dots should NEVER be seen in a man. It's girly and it's like blatantly saying "I'm a fruity pansy" to the whole opened his mouth to say something nasty about the disastrous choice of bow tie but was stopped by his father informing them of the time… He was already late for the first day of school… his father was clearly angry.
"After school…" he thought menacingly. Sending evil glances to the atrocious woman who did not know anything about colors and men.
When he entered the classroom, it was already recess. All eyes were on him and his unique choice of bowtie. Some girls pointed and giggled. Some boys gawked and laughed. But he did not pay any attention to the little loonies because his eyes immediately fell on the porcelain doll like girl in the front row….the only kid in the front row, he noted.
She was also the only one not staring at him… eyes busy writing on her custom made pink parchment. He liked that she's not like any of the childish freaks surrounding them so he sat beside her.
"Hi" he said with all the friendliness he could muster.
No answer. So he tried again, this time holding out his hand for her to shake.
"Hi! I'm Chuck Bass. What's your name?"
"Sssh! Can't you see I'm busy writing here?" she hissed still not looking up to meet his young eager eyes.
Chuck, taken aback, still asked "What are you writing about then?"
She sighed, more dramatic than normal.
"If you must know…I'm playing house with my friends on Saturday and we don't have a Dad yet, so I'm writing down all the qualifications I need for my husband… you see, I always play Mom and Wife." She replied with a giggle now looking at Chuck. Happy coffee colored eyes meeting enamored hazel ones.
Chuck couldn't help but stare at her. "She looks like a doll…no…an angel! I wonder if my father can buy her to be the damsel in distress for my limited edition G.I. Joe collection." he said to himself while he gawked at the auburn haired beauty in front of him.
"Well…" the angel asked impatiently…clearly irritated by his lack of attention.
"What did you say?" asked Chuck snapping out of his trance.
"Do you want to apply for the position?" she demanded, mimicking her mother's business tone of voice.
"Apply for the position of what? The Dad?...for your husband?" normally Chuck would have mocked her for playing such a silly game and expected him, Chuck Bass, to apply for it. Not only was it unusual because a Bass man never plays such a girly game but a Bass never applies for anything. Never!
He gets what he wants when he wants it…or for this instance, he wants her.
But with this girl batting her eyelashes at him paired with those sweet chocolate eyes and cherry pop lips, Chuck found himself nodding his pretty little head and reaching for a handwritten copy of the "application form" his angel wrote with precision.
At six, Chuck Bass is already staking claim of his angel and agreeing to "apply" to be her husband. Bass pride be damned! As long as he gets to be this girl's husband even for an hour…Bass pride really be damned.
"Fill up the needed information and give me the form tomorrow ok?" she said while arranging her things.
"Make sure that there are no erasures, no misspelled words, and a good penmanship is a must or else your application form will be void." She added, her voice laced with superiority. Chuck even liked her more for it and once again nodded in awe.
Chuck was now seriously reading and thinking about what he would write in the form did not notice his angel stand up to leave the room. When he looked up, she was already half way to the door.
"Wait! You didn't tell me your name." he half shouted, frantic about her response.
She faced him and flashed the most brilliant of smiles. He almost drooled.
"I'm Blair, Blair Waldorf."
When she was by the door, she turned back and looked at the boy clearly hooked by her. "It was nice meeting you Chuck Bass. And I just love your bow tie! It matches my headband. See." She said pointing to her headband which was placed primly on top of her flowing chocolate curls. She then swiftly left the room with a smile plastered on her angelic face and ran up to her loving father.
While she said this, Chuck suddenly sat up straighter than usual, brandished his chubby chest and held his chin high...clearly showing off his new favorite article of clothing and sporting a boyish grin. True to her word, Chuck realized that her headband is light purple with tiny pink dots and has a purple ribbon with a pink trim.
Mentally noting to abort his mission of taking Sammy (his pet snake) into his nanny's underwear drawer and to instead silently thank her for the smart choice of bow tie, he headed out to his awaiting limo for some much needed shopping.
Before going home, Chuck made sure to stop by several shops to buy new, unique and much colorful bow ties along with an expensive headband lined with white crystals. In his opinion, the headband looked like a shiny crown for a princess like Blair…or a halo for an angel like his.
His angel, he smirked at the thought… his nanny clearly shocked with the sudden kind demeanor of the evil kid.
That night, Chuck Bass' desk was swamped with varying dictionaries, pencils, erasers and scrap papers. While in the middle of all the clutter, safely laid out was the "application form".
Once again, his nanny was flabbergasted with the sight of the "devilish boy who won't go to school" head bent over the lonesome pink scented paper, back hunched, hand slowly and cautiously writing within the perfectly lined blanks while his cute little pink tongue is peeping out of the left corner of his young thin lips. All of it are clear signs of concentration and will. Before exiting his room though, his nanny caught a glimpse of what Chuck has been seriously writing…
"I will be the perfect husband for Blair Cornelia Waldorf because of the following reasons: 1.) I'm Chuck Bass 2.)……........
Tbc…
Author's note: Thank you for reading my very first attempt on writing a Chuck and Blair fanfic. I hope you liked it. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. i would love to hear what you have to say...Shall I continue the story?
XO,
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