A/N: I OWN NOTHING!!
This one shot takes place sometime into Season 2. Blair has tried everything to make Chuck jealous and even if there are signs of it occurring, they are very subtle. Chuck had tried his very best to put on a brave face and appears to be the very Bass he was, before he ever slept with Blair. Blair finally cannot take it anymore. She is heartbroken. She wants only him and can't even seem to create misery for him to make him pay for what he's done. She goes to him, to confront him on her feelings and to question his own. This is what follows…
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The door swung open and slammed. Chuck waltzed out of the farther room and into the main sitting area at the noise. He looked up from his collection of who knows what dazzling in the box in his hand and smirked. "Waldorf," he spoke slyly, laying the glistening box on the small table in the middle of the room. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" he asked, settling himself on the nearby couch.
Blair stepped forward threw her purse and rolled up jacket onto the table fiercely, covering Chuck's masterpiece. He looked on and what she had done and then directed his attention back to her face. "Something you want to talk about?" he asked, his smile growing wider.
Her brave face fell and
tears began to well up in her eyes. She turned away from him so that
he wouldn't see. As "Bass" like as Chuck tried to be, he could
not help his heart from breaking all over again when he heard her
quiet sniffles only a few feet from him.
He
rose from his casual position and walked to her, but she walked
farther away, closer to the door, so she could escape if she needed
to. She already regretted coming here, losing her memory of why she
had decided to initially. "You're not crying over me now, are
you?" Chuck asked, in that smug tone of his.
She
snapped around to reveal a few stray tears that had fallen down her
face. Her mascara was smudged and her eyes were a little red. "You'd
like that wouldn't you?" she huffed, trying not to breathe too
hard or too quickly through her quieted cries.
Now
Chuck's complete defense was gone. His attitude had completely
changed, leaving only pity and guilt to occupy his forlorn face. He
grabbed onto her arms gently, but she pulled them away. After holding
his gaze for who knows how long, her tears slowly coming out all the
quicker and his saddened expression intensifying with his loss of
what to do, she went past him and grabbed her purse and jacket from
where she had left them. She huffed a few lazy breaths and began to
walk towards the door. "It was a mistake to come here," she
whispered harshly.
Chuck just stood
there. What had just happened? What was she trying to do? He couldn't
let her walk away again, could he? He grabbed her arm again, but she
released it with such intensity that held him frozen in place. He
blinked a few times and she turned away, aggravated. She was nearly
to the door, when he stopped her once more by putting his hand upon
it. The lock clicked. He was almost hovering
over her and he whispered thickly
into her ear. "Don't walk away from me again."
She
turned around slowly and he backed up cautiously. She was now glaring
at him with such an anger that he was afraid to speak, and even
afraid for what he had already spoken. How dare he mess with a girl
with a broken heart, especially one capable of so much disaster?
"Again?" she asked, letting out a sarcastic laugh. "Again?!"
she repeated, raising her voice and throwing her stuff on the floor
with a force that echoed throughout the room.
"How
about you, when you stood me up at the airport? How about YOU chasing
after me time and time again? And after I fell so in love with you
that I could hardly breathe when we were apart…and then YOU
ditching me because of some STUPID talk your father gave?! I thought
you wanted me!!" She was breathing hard now. Her hands were
strangling him by the collar. Her tears were flowing freely again,
and her struggling cries were no longer being held back. She bit her
lip to keep from crying too much and closed her eyes momentarily. She
knew her appearance was far from looking good by now, but could not
find it in her heart to care. All Chuck wanted to do was cradle her,
if only he wasn't the reason for her madness. "I knew about you,"
she said, barely a whisper, and directing her attention back on him.
She loosened her grip. "I knew you were a player, that you made
women believe what they wanted so they would sleep with you," she
sighed, completely letting go. "I just didn't think you would do
it to one of your best friends."
Chuck's
face fell, even harder than it had before. He felt so completely
guilty and yet like she was lying to his face. He had never meant for
it to end this way. He had never planned to hurt her so, to cause her
world to come crashing down as it had…and the most shocking of all,
he had never truly expected her to return his love.
Blair
turned around and went to the door, retrieving her belongings and
unlocking the door. Chuck stood frozen and didn't try to stop her
when the door creaked open. Before leaving, she turned to face him.
"You only want me when you can't have me." He didn't look up.
"I don't belong with Nate, just like you said." He looked up
slowly to her fallen face. "And thanks to you, I don't belong
with anybody." The door slammed, and he could hear her heels
running down the hall, covering the muffled cries freely falling from
her lips. After many moments, Chuck moved to the table to pick up the
glittering box he had carried in before. He held it for a moment and
then threw it across the room and watched as it broke into a million
pieces. It was expensive, one of the most pricy items he had ever
really owned. There was even a possibility of it being a family
heirloom. He didn't care. He fell to the ground in agony and
pounded his fist into the floor. No money in the world could save him
from this heartbreak. And whether he liked it or not, he had changed.
Chuck Bass could only keep up with his old life style for so long
before it caught up with him. Blair had given him a heart and
whenever a gift so ravish is bestowed, even if it breaks, it never
goes away. Chuck let a tear fall from his face. This was only the
beginning.
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