This all started when I was working on another fic from Serena's pov and it made me wonder how does it feel to lose the person you truly love to the person you least expect. Somehow I wondered into Chuck territory and wrote this in the space of a few minutes. This is my take on Chuck's reaction to the picture of Dan and Blair at the Met Steps.

PS: I do not hate Dan and Blair, Chuck's pov just took over and wanted to be heard.

Unbeta'd – all mistakes are mine and read at your won risk.


Pierogies and Caviar

The resounding echo of the cognac glass smashing against the wall echoes throughout the apartment.

Humphrey steals everything: Serena, Nate, Eric, his father… Blair was the one thing he thought a loser like Humphrey could not steal. He has seen the prole in action; Humphrey knew how to weasel his way into people's good books. He too had been fooled once upon a time. He can't believe he let himself get fooled again.

It all started with a gossip girl blast of Dan and Blair making a spectacle of themselves on the Met steps for all of New York to see. He thought he knew Blair better, but it seems that her body may have been inhabited by the stupidity of Brooklyn that she logs around and calls her boyfriend.

It was one thing for her to choose him in private, but to humiliate him in public by gallivanting with that thing is beyond his comprehension.

He does not get why she lets herself be seen with this thing and his rat infested nest he calls hair, his scruffy shoes and that coat that looks like a hand me down from a fashion deficient hobo. She deserves a man with taste, a man who knows Saville Row from Gucci. A man who knows a chartreuse from a mall scarf or God forbid a thrift store. She deserved that and so much more. More importantly she deserved a man who embraced her dark side; they were made of the same cloth, her and him. They were and always will be inevitable.

He walks towards the window, hands deep in his pocket and stands and gazes out of the window in contemplation. He is supposed to be looking at New York's skyline, but all he sees before him is a blur.

He throws back his head in annoyance, breathes heavily and sighs

What is it about Humphrey that girls could not get enough of? Is it his hobo chic loft in Brooklyn, his lame attempts as a writer, his grotesque dress sense or un-groomed appearance?

Why would she let herself be seen with someone like that? Why have a pierogi when you could have the best caviar money could buy.

He breathes heavily again, flaring his nostrils in frustration.

Blair belongs to him and there is no way he was going to let her be ensnared in whatever game that Brooklyn weasel was playing.

His face breaks into a sneer as he thinks "Dan Humphrey is no match for Chuck Bass."