Hello everyone! I've been writing this new AU fic for a while now, but still hadn't the courage to post it. It's not that AU from the real show, but Chuck and Blair don't know each other. Chuck is kind of a wealthy outsider, and you'll find out why very soon. The background of the characters is the same, but like I said for some the history is a bit different.
Well, I hope you'll enjoy!
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The light broke in the room, and woke her up. She felt her face hot because of the sun, but tried to cover it soon with the covers. It was October, and it was really cold in New York like it had never been before. Somehow she felt she didn't want to see the light, at least not yet. There was something dark in her soul lately, but she was trying her best not to show it.
"Blair." Serena got in her room. She was already dressed, and looked fabulous. Blair and Serena started living together after they both started an University in France two years before. It was helping Blair a lot. She was so grateful Serena agreed with that, so they could both put their past behind. "It's late. I can't believe you'll have a job interview in one hour!"
Blair covered her face more, then she realized and sat down. She rubbed her eyes, she was so tired from the night before. She passed the time buried in a chair down at the Victrola, the club her ex boyfriend Carter Baizen owned.
"I'm sorry. I'm dead tired, Serena. I'll be ready in five minutes." She got off the bed and headed to the bathroom. She would shower faster than the usual days, she decided. She had to be clean and presentable for the interview her dad got her. It was a place in a lawyer's studio as a secretary, he told her. It wasn't much for a twenty-one year old that was about to get her degree, but still, it was something. Something that she knew would help her through the hard time she was having.
She got undressed, and soon was under the shower. She let the hot water hit her skin and warm her up. Temperatures were so low that month and she hated it because New York would be covered with snow, and snow wasn't really comfortable when you wore high heels every single day. The water warmed her face soon, but didn't warm her heart. She felt that bad feeling again, and suddenly she was crying. She just couldn't help the gesture. It was like a habit she had everyday, after two years of solitude with Serena.
Serena knocked on her door, and Blair decided it was enough for that morning. She dried her hair and wore a new suit she had bought few days before at Barneys, then she and Serena were ready to leave.
"So, how's going today?" Blair was looking outside when Serena asked her a question. She was way too deep in thought, and too concerned to care at what her friend had just said. "I don't think it's gonna go wrong. Be faithful." Serena took her hand, and Blair turned.
"I know. He will be charmed by my presence. Everyone is." She said trying to appear confident in herself, thing she wasn't. This job interview worried her so much because she wasn't sure who her boss was going to be. This was what feared her the most. Her father had kinda recommended her already to impress and show this man she was capable of what she had to do at the office if she'd ever got the job, she was surely trained well.
She was thinking about this and other small things while they were in their car, and randomly listened to what Serena was saying. Serena already had a job. She was a famous model for various fashion designers, and she hated it so much. She had always hated that her best friend was so beautiful and successful. While she was successful, she thought her appearance wasn't as charming as hers. She was blond with wide blue eyes, had a well modeled body everyone envied her, and was really tall. Blair looked so average next to her, like the bad version. Most of people were dark haired and with brown eyes, what special type of girl she was after all.
She hated comparisons, but that's what everyone seemed doing after they met them. Even Nate, their best friend. Blair knew he had a thing for Serena once, and wondered if she knew. She surely knew, she decided. Serena was loved by everyone, Nate was no exception. She even thought they slept together few years before, when they still went to high school. No one of them confirmed her this, though.
Now Serena seemed going out with a male model she'd just met at work. They met at the Tommy Hilfiger show, her friend had told her. She was dazzled by his eyes, but Blair had actually never met the guy to judge. Whoever he was, he was surely attractive. This made her feel even worse, but she couldn't do much about it.
It seemed like she wasn't that amusing, and she was a smart woman, and always had something witty to talk about with people. Maybe there wasn't a smart guy as her in New York to satisfy her desires, maybe she had to wait. Better, probably she had to met another duke or prince like the one that took her to her prom on her last year of High School.
She sighed with relief when the car stopped in front of a building, and Serena got out. She liked to be alone sometimes, she could think and not be disturbed by her friend's talking.
She wondered where the car would take her. Her father didn't mention for whom she was going to work, and she felt really curious. She hoped it would be a nice place with people she could talk to, and that would really appreciate her.
She stepped out of the car and made her way into the building when the car stopped. She had to dodge some snow that covered the stairs that led to the entrance, she was so relieved she didn't fall down. She fast directed towards the elevator, to reach floor ten.
She didn't know what was there. She wondered if those were new offices, she realized she'd never seen them nor studied anything in business class about that company who bought that floor of the building. It might have been new for sure. Well, whoever owned that, the offices from outside looked really comfortable. She hoped she'd get that job.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Someone tapped on her shoulder, and she turned. It was a young girl who had called her. She had curly red hair, and her suit looked so out of place. She had a lot of cleavage exposed, and her skirt was so mini that she could look like a slut. Where did her father send her? She thought she was out of place when another young woman passed. She had a similar suit, only the skirt was longer. She made a disgusted expression then turned to the red-head again. She was tapping her foot on the ground, waiting for a reply.
"I have a job interview. They told me to come at eleven." Blair answered with confidence. The young woman raised an eyebrow and looked at her from head to toe. She was already judging her? She didn't even get the job! "Do I have to wait?" Blair asked again with an urgent tone. She surely didn't want to be analyzed by this woman. She kinda loathed her already.
"There's someone inside with the boss. You should wait at least..." she was starting to say, then her attention was caught by something behind Blair. She turned to find a man of about fifty years old smiling to a teen. It looked like a father-daughter encounter.
The young girl still smiled when she passed them both, and Blair started at her until she left. Then she shifted her body completely, and noticed that the man was watching her. It seemed like he was scanning her whole body, and she didn't like the feeling. She thought if she ever got that job if she had to dress like a slut too.
"Hi" the man sad, and waved at her. "I'm supposing you are Ms Waldorf, young lady?"
Blair walked towards him while she spoke. "Yes, I have an appointment for eleven."
"I was just waiting for you. Please, come in." He pointed his hand to the door. He let her in first, then closed the door behind them and went to sit behind his desk. Blair took place in the green leather armchair that was right in the middle of the room, and crossed her legs. The old man stared at her face then his eyes feel on her chest, and she wondered again if she was in the wrong place. This didn't look like a serious job. "So... Your father told me you're really smart, Ms Waldorf. You graduated in France, right? That's so cool and great, because you'll deal with foreign clients. You know many languages, right? And you know how to do this work, right?" He asked.
Blair was about to answer and she opened her mouth to do so, but the man cut her off. "It'll be difficult, you know. And the bosses are hard to deal with. They're serious kings. They want to be feared, but don't let their cold stares stop you. You got me?"
"I do." Blair answered before the man could cut her again. This time he didn't do it, so she continued. She reasoned about his words first, and wondered why he was warning her about that. She thought he was going to be her boss. Now the thought of having another one, maybe a bit on his own, but serious, cheered her up. She didn't want to deal with pervs. "I know French, Italian, German, and Spanish. I've got the highest grades when I attended University in France. Now I'm gonna finish my studies here in New York. I'd love to became a lawyer."
"Very good, very good. I really think you'd do great... With that... Body, and everything." The man smiled and looked down at her legs. She thanked it was winter and they were covered by tight stockings. The man was like studying her. She felt uncomfortable.
Blair sighed in frustration and smiled. She was curious to know if her work would have been nice, and with women with a slight sense of decency, but the man informed she would know her boss the day after at the Palace Hotel. Blair wondered why there. It wasn't an usual building to have a job interview, but who knew. This whole meeting already sounded weird to her. The man dismissed her after few minutes, and told her to dress sexy and smirk so that her new boss would be pleased by her presence, and she will get the job for sure.
She awkwardly nodded, but in her mind she said no way. She would be dressed like she wanted to, and the boss would give her the job despite of her appearance. She shouldn't behave like a slut to get a job. She shouldn't behave like sometimes Serena sadly did. She was Blair Waldorf, and she was a lady. If her boss only loved to see women dressed with so little tissue, then she would refuse the job.
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Blair came back home dead tired. Her feet hurt, and her head was spinning a bit. She also had got a cold. She cursed the snow so many times she couldn't even remember. She was curled on her big bed when Serena found her. She jumped carelessly on the back and patted her arm. This pissed off Blair. She was trying to take a flash nap before heading out again.
"Serena..." she murmured with eyes closed. "I'm tired. And mad. Leave me alone."
It was a plea, but Serena ignored her as usual. She got closer and talked into her ear. "How did it go? I guess good, because you're the best."
Blair rolled onto the side so she was now facing her friend. "Good. Everyone looks like a slut in that office. I wonder what got in my father's head."
Serena looked perplexed. "Already have enemies, B? Wow, you're so fast."
Blair rolled her eyes, and decided for the whole truth. She would blame her father later.
Indeed, she would not say a word to him until she'd got to talk with her true boss next day, at Palace Hotel. The man at the office didn't give her a name, though. She wondered how she would recognize him. She would think about it next morning.
"It looked like a brothel, really. And there was this man, the one who asked me questions about my life, he looked like a Godfather. I wonder who's the boss. I bet someone who really likes to have whores around. Ew."
Serena frowned, then jumped off bed. She stared at Blair's mirror, and fixed her hair. She looked swiftly at the clock, and noticed something. Blair thought she had to go out, and she was late. Serena was most of the times when she had to meet someone. Blair hated that little annoying detail about her friend, more than anything sometimes.
"What?" She asked, when Serena turned and set her eyes on her again.
"We're going out, B! I've decided. Nate texted me there will be a party at Victrola tonight. You should come and cheer up. You know you want it."
Blair sighed and closed her eyes. She grabbed the closest pillow and put it on her head. She felt something was bothering her already, and she didn't even start working. When Serena decided to go out, she was always tired. When Blair wanted to go out, Serena was busy with some show. How random.
"Blair! Come on, it'll be fun!" Serena practically screamed in her hear. Blair tried to cover it again, but Serena stole the pillow. "You need to distract, or you'll think or do that. Don't make me repeat it again. Nate would love to see you too."
She finally gave up after few minutes. Serena was happy to have her join the night out. It was one of the few days she had off, and she wanted her best friend to have fun. Serena was the most concerned person about her health. Blair didn't want her to bother much, she was fine. Or at least she always tell her she was. Serena obviously didn't know that at least twice a week some problems returned, and she had to burden them alone not to tell her best friend.
She always told her parents she was okay. Her father was always there, and he was discreet. Her mother was another deal, but she moved to Paris with her new husband so she barely asked her. It more seemed to Blair like her mother ignored the problem was there, and this enraged her every time. She realized her mother didn't really care sometimes, and this hurt her. She just wanted to be okay. She just needed to be okay again.
Blair and Serena reached the Victrola by limo. Nate was really nice to send one to their building, and Blair was happy because she loathed when she had to call cabs to reach some place. When the girls went out of the limo, Serena spotted Nate near the entrance. He was waiting for them, so they could pass the queue.
"Natie!" Serena hugged him lightly. Nate hugged his friend back, and smiled widely. Blair knew Nate was always excited to see Serena. She hoped someday someone would do the same for her. "See? I dragged Blair down here! I'm sure we'll have fun."
Blair stepped forward and kissed Nate on the cheek. It was a thing they used to do sometimes, like a brotherly greeting. Blair was so affectionate to her friend he didn't even imagine. She was happy he was actually a really loyal friend. He always tried to cheer her up, and made her feel comfortable. Nate looked like he always wanted the best for Blair. He was a really good friend, even though sometimes he exaggerated with vodka.
"I'm glad you came, B."
"I had to. Serena forced me. What's up by the way? We haven't seen each other for days."
Nate opened his mouth to talk, and wandered from Serena to Blair. He looked confused, like he was going to say something not cool. "Yeah. Serena told me you've got a job."
"Don't talk about jobs tonight! Let's get inside and dance!"
Serena giggled like she was already drunk, and Blair gladly followed her, interrupting Nate's lies. It wasn't true they hadn't seen each other in days. Blair went to Victrola more times than she let her female best friend know. Victrola kinda suited her. It was dark, peaceful. You weren't bothered if you didn't want to. She could drink what she wanted because Nate offered her. It was usually the place she hid every time she had something that bothered her, or she was afraid her problem would return.
Nate knew it, and she carefully told him to shut up. Serena didn't have to know, she had to be kept in the dark for once. Blair could handle it, she was strong. She would go out of this tunnel, she would stop that thing from happening.
She decided to have fun that night. Go on the dance floor. Dance with randoms. That's how she'd met new guys. That's how Serena usually did. Blair should learn from her... Or at least not entirely.
Nate took them to a free table, and asked the waitress to bring them cocktails to start the evening. Blair crossed her legs, and so did Serena. Nate kept staring at Serena meanwhile they waited for their soft cocktails. He looked really in love it hurt.
Blair sipped her drink fastly. Serena looked around before drinking, and Nate's gaze was still following her. It was tiring to see. "Is it a special night, Nate? It doesn't seem like the usual music you have in here." Serena said.
"Tonight is a special night. Carter decided to try some new music out... To give a new look to the place. Also new drinks. He called someone to mix them." Nate told them proud.
"What do you want to do? Impress people?"
"No, I just want them to have fun, like us right now."
"You're so smart, Natie!"
Blair had enough of that sweet show. Serena was affectionate with every one of her friends, but there was something more than meet the eye between her and Nate that Blair couldn't bear to see. She felt her heart broke into pieces when she realized again how she was alone, and that place reminded of her ex. Oh well, he owned it.
She stood up and Serena barely noticed it. She was hypnotized by some dancers on the stage. They were moving perfectly as the speed of music, and Blair couldn't help but stare too for a few seconds. She knew how to dance. She just had to throw herself into the crowd, and move. She decided that was the right night to do it, and so she started dancing to the rhythm as if that song belonged to her. She had to free herself from her thoughts about the next morning, and about every thing that was hurting her. She was better than anyone else, she didn't have to forget it.
It was when the third song came over that she felt like she just hit something. She turned hoping it was some of her friends, or someone who wanted to dance, but she met two hazel eyes. They were deep, and they looked dark. She noticed his dark hair too, but what really impressed her was his stare. He was staring at her with annoyance, like she had just done him something really bad. She wondered why, then found herself looking down to see he had dropped his glass. She thought it was because of her, but she wasn't feeling guilty.
"You ruined my suit." He whispered in her ear, and his voice tone was calm. It was quite sexy, actually. He moved back again, waiting for an answer.
Blair tried to recompose herself. She adjusted her dress first, then leaned in to answer in his ear. "I didn't mean to." Were her only words.
He started back for another good minute, then moved away till he was so distant now. Blair found herself a bit dazzled then. She couldn't recognize the face yet, but she knew she'd already seen him somewhere. Maybe some event she attended with her dad?
"Blair." She turned, and it was Nate.
"Was he bothering you?"
"Who?" Blair looked confused, then suddenly realized. She turned right were he'd just gone, but he was no where in sight. Suddenly she wondered why he held a certain charm on her.
"The Bass heir. You just talked with him. What did he say to you?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Blair giggled as she tried to hide her curiosity. She knew a bit of the Bass family, and she thought their lives looked perfect. Bart Bass could be referred as the king of the city with the Hotels and various offices around Manhattan he owned, he was even richer than the mayor.
She hadn't met his son until that day. Apparently, he had been in Europe these past two years, while she was in France to study with Serena, and the Bass's started to have success when she finished her last year in High School. Despite that, she knew that it wasn't the first time she had seen him, at least on newspapers.
"I just hope he's not causing drama." Nate told her, and looked around the dance floor. He was happy when wealthy people came there, they made the place become more famous than it was, and this helped the business a lot. But with this guy... It more looked to her like he was bad news. "I'm going to look around. Have fun, Blair."
Nate left her there. She was in the middle of the dance floor, and she didn't know what to do anymore. She decided to leave the place then, and so she walked away from the crowd that was enjoying the song. She took her coat, and with a drink in the other hand she headed outside. She was enjoying the night as well as everyone, but she needed to cool off her mind.
She went to the right where someone was waiting to get in the club, and she started sipping her drink. She was feeling the cold of the night, and so she sipped the glass slowly, as to get warmed. Her teeth were hitting one another between sips. Damn Serena who suggested her to put her Autumn coat. It wasn't really padded with wool material.
She sipped the last amount of Martini from the glass, and then tried to adjust the neck of the coat, and she accidentally dropped what she had in her hand. She cursed internally. People turned to see what had just happened, and she smiled awkwardly. These things rarely happened to her, so she blamed the cold. It was for sure because of that.
"You are pretty, and you're pretty clumsy too."
Blair heard a slight voice calling from the other side. Her body shifted completely to face who had just talked. He was looking at her with a serious expression. He approached her, and she didn't move. She wondered if he had been there all along, while she was drinking.
"I am not clumsy." Blair looked down for a brief moment, and smiled a little. He didn't smile back though, and she thought she was being too modest already. "It's too cold."
His eyes were set on her, but he didn't answer soon. He waited a good minute before speaking again. His voice was a whisper this time. "Do you feel cold? What If I warm you up?"
His question was so random, and not hurtful, but Blair took the malice in it. He leaned in, ready to wrap his arms around her in a hug, but she moved back trying not to hit the wall behind her. This guy was starting to be too affectionate, and she wasn't ready for that yet. He didn't even know her name, what did he want to do?
"What if you don't." Blair cleared, and got out of his grasp.
"Why not."
It wasn't a question, but it sounded like that, and he looked annoyed by it. He moved in closer to cut the distance she'd just made between them. His eyes were taunting, as his hands tried to tight a grip on her arm. It looked like he wanted to steady her at the moment, because she felt her pumps fragile on the sidewalk. In fact, she would fall if he didn't hold her.
His hand was now on her back, lower than she expected nor wanted. She tried to stand up on her feet again. She didn't hesitate and slapped him with no remorse.
"Hey." He said with a soft voice again. He brought a hand on his cheek, and smirked. Blair didn't expect him to react in that way. She thought he would yell at her because she was a girl with no manners. She was thankful he might knew he did a wrong thing, very not-gentleman like kind of thing. How come he was supposed to be Charles Bass? He was treating her a bit rudely. "I was just trying to steady you."
Blair blinked twice. "Yeah. I don't believe you, you pervert!"
She started to hit him like he was a cushion at the gym. He covered his face with his hands, and stepped few paces behind until Blair saw some guy punching him, making him fall on the cold snow. Blair saw it was Carter the one who hit him. He touched his cheek again, but his nose wasn't bleeding. "I'm gonna sue you and your little bitch."
"Try me, Bass. You're not gonna win."
Blair's heart skipped a bit when she saw Carter. Eta, when she saw Carter defending her. Her relationship with him wasn't really good after they broke up few months before. Still, he looked concerned whenever she was in his club, or in the same place as he was. Moreover, it looked like he was still jealous when somebody got near her. She wasn't happy of this. If he left her, why did he still care? He had to move on, like she was trying to.
The Bass heir stood up. He removed few snow that fell on his wool expensive coat, and then glared at Carter. It lasted long, and Blair was afraid of their looks. She thought they were going to fight, or worse. She didn't like fights. She could only bear verbal arguments, and she was the best at them.
"You'll lose again, Baizen. I'm gonna buy this place, and I'm gonna put a ban on you. You'll never see it again... I'm gonna steal everything that's yours. Everything." It was the longest phrase he'd ever said since Blair had met him, she was surprised he actually could motion more words. At the last word, he turned on Blair. His glare softened. It didn't help Blair liking him more than she was liking him in that moment. Whoever was Carter's enemy, was hers too.
"If you try again, you'll be luckier. Now go away. I don't want to ruin my evening because of your dirty spoiled face." Carter really mean the threat, she could sense it by the sound of his menacing voice. He was really good at ordering things, and even Charles, the guy who seemed so thick and invincible, eventually got in his limo and took off.
Carter turned at that point. His expression was still hard, and she knew it very well. He moved closer and lowered his head a bit to tell her something. "Next time go out with someone." Two simple words, and then he went away to go back inside.
Sometimes, Carter really upset her. She wondered how he knew Charles. She was sure she would find out very soon.
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What did you think of this? Liked? Too much AU? Should I post the other chapters?
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ETA: I will update my other fanfic soon. I'm kinda stuck and I have a writer block. Lol.