So I wrote this after I watched last night's episode and thankfully now I can post it! This is going to be Chuck/Blair in some form, think of Carter as a... well, kind of like a bandaid. Blair's broken and he takes it upon himself to fix her. But Blair's heart belongs to Chuck, and vice versa. For now. This is GG and everything changes... SO without giving any more of my plot away... R+R! I really want feedback on this. Good or not so good. (But mostly good ;P)
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"I've lost everything," Blair said flatly, "Yale, my reputation, my friends... Even my own father looks at me as if he doesn't know who I am."
Carter continued to massage her leg with his hand. Whereas before Blair would have told him clearly where to go, now, in this very moment, she fond it somewhat comforting.
"I know the feeling." Carter agreed.
Silence.
"I used to have it all." Blair continued. "And now, I have nothing. But the strangest thing is – I've never felt more alive. You know?" She looked at him for reassurance but he stared at the wall in front of him.
"Like you have nothing left to lose." He finished for her, he got to his feet and threw some bills down on the bar. "Come on, I'll drop you home." He held out his hand for her to take.
She looked at it blankly for a few seconds before raising her eyes to meet with his. "No." she said softly.
He merely looked at her.
"Show me Carter, show me your world. Even if it's just for tonight." Her voice was quieter now, she did not let her face betray any emotion but her eyes were heavy and burdened as she gazed at him beseechingly. "I need to know what it's like, to feel free. To have no inhibitions. Show me."
He inclined his head, just barely, but enough for Blair to know that he agreed. And more importantly; that he understood.
So she took his hand.
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"What are we doing here?" Blair asked breathlessly, more then an hour later. It was the first time either of them had spoken since they had left the bar.
Carter took in her flushed cheeks and her bright eyes as they stood on a platform overlooking New York Harbor. She was beautiful. But also very vulnerable. As she stood with her arms hugging her body tightly, trying unsuccessfully to ward off the crisp seabreeze, Carter realized for the first time how very delicate she was. Her petite frame and slender body were usually hidden under a tough veneer of strength and assurance. After tonight the veneer had broken and he saw Blair for the first time. Beautiful, broken, and feeble.
Frankly it scared the shit out of him. If one of the strongest people he knew could break like this, what hope did the rest of them have?
Wordlessly he shrugged his arms out of his jacket and draped it round her shoulders. She didn't say thank you, and he didn't expect her to. It was just a jacket, an expensively tailored piece of cloth, but both knew it was more then that. It was an offer to do what so many others had failed to. Protect her.
"Ever been to Liberty Island?" Carter asked a few minutes later.
Blair shook her head.
Of course not, why would she have? She had lived in this city for her whole life but not once had someone thought to bring her. It was so taken for granted nowadays, the symbol that had represented so much to their forefathers was now an everyday sight. Tourists flocked there in their thousands, but the natives preferred to take their vacations abroad. That was one of the things that Carter detested the most about the Upper East Side and the superficiality of the wealthy and elite; they never appreciated the simplicity and beauty of the world that was right in front of them.
"There's a first time for everything though, right?" Blair gave him a faint smile as she led the way to one of the ferries. He stared after her for a few seconds before shaking his head to clear his thoughts, and following her.
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"Don't you think it's kind of obsolete?" Blair remarked almost to herself as they gazed out at the ocean from the top of the Statue of Liberty. "I mean we're here, we're seeing a sight that so many people never get to see now, but if we hadn't bought off the nightwatchman we would never have witnessed this. Experienced this."
"It depends on how you look at it Blair," Carter replied. "Everything has a price, nothing is free - even if it should be. I guess it all comes down to how much you're willing to pay."
They weren't talking about the statue anymore.
"What's yours?" Blair questioned, her dark eyes boring a hole through his.
"My what?" He knew what she was talking about and she knew it. But she pressed on.
"Your price Carter." She returned her eyes to the view. "Like you said, nothing is free."
He didn't answer for a while. "I don't know," He said finally.
Brown eyes met with Hazel and Blair crossed the short distance between them. Her lips met with his but one set of eyes never strayed from the other. The kiss deepened, as did the passion. Soon clothes were being shed along with crumbling facades. Silent rules are enacted as they lay on a bed of clothing at the very top of Liberty's Crown.
He calls her Blair, not 'B' like Nate sometimes did, and definitely not 'Waldorf' like Chuck does.
She pretends not to notice that his eyes are not really hazel, but a mixture of blue and brown. Cerulean blue for Nate, and dark ebony for Chuck.
He doesn't make sure she's comfortable with this before they go any further like Nate would, and he doesn't make her feel as special as Chuck did.
She doesn't mention the now faded scars on his back from his arrogant youth, and averts her eyes from the strange mark that adorns his left wrist.
Neither one mentions that their passion is ignited by the need to feel wanted, or that both are using the other for their own purposes.
Blair needs to escape from the life that's smothering her, and from the boy that she gave her heart to only to have it broken in return. Carter... he's still a mystery to her. One that she will most likely try to unravel once she's back to her normal, scheming self. But for now, she just wants to forget...
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'This is Blair Waldorf, leave a message and I might get back to you. If you're lucky.' Beep.
"Blair it's Chuck. We need to talk. I... I'm sorry. For everything. Call me when you get this."
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Disclaimer: Don't Own.
A/N: Internet's officially back up and running! I'm a little pissed it took this long, but whatever. My inbox is filled with all you guys' stories that I haven't gotten round to reading yet but rest assured that I will try and give feedback ASAP! I've been dying without my GG fix each day. The next chapter should be longer!