Scene : Chuck and Nate discuss Blair
Chuck is now the bf to his gf, Blair. This is his first real relationship and he is well out of his comfort zone. It's also his first time picking up Blair for school in his limo and he's unsure as to how much this 'relationship' thing entails.
'So...' asked Chuck, nervously attempting nonchalance. 'What do we do now?'
Blair looks up from her phone- she's been reading the daily GG bulletin and the comments left on her latest forum 'Chair- Do you buy it?'
The reactions were varied but everyone including GG herself had something to say on the Upper East Side's newest, unexpected and- let's face it- hottest couple.
Some were shocked. Some weren't all that surprised, but all agreed it would never last. Blair smiled to herself, if there's one thing she loves, it's a challenge.
'I forgot you were new at this; imagine...' she teases, 'Chuck Bass a virgin!'
Chuck glowered at her, 'I haven't been called that since I was twelve,' he retorts.
The limo pulls up outside the school.
'Well, guess what Bass,' Blair says as she opens the limo door, slipping her phone in her pocket, 'it's your first time all over again.'
She smiles at him sweetly and gets out, 'I'll see you after school.' She says before slamming the door in his face.
Chuck stares after her and a slow smile spreads across his face. Blair may be a selfish, high-maintenance bitch but she's his selfish high-maintenance bitch.
OMG it's like he's looking in the mirror.
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LUNCHTIME
It's a cold February morning on the steps and she's wrapped up in the latest Marc by Marc Jacobs black fitted coat; sipping a skinny latte as she listens to her friends take on the latest gossipgirl proceedings.
Chuck approached nervously; uncertain as to how he'll be treated as her new boyfriend- cursing himself for getting into this mess. Didn't she know that Chuck Bass wasn't the type of guy you could tie down?
The ultimate one-night-stand, yes, but the ultimate boyfriend? Hell no.
At this thought he squared his shoulders and strode purposely towards her, his arrogant attitude on full display, he would tell her he couldn't do this whole dating thing, commitment was hard enough.
As he approached the group grew silent and looked at Blair to assess her reaction. Some of them weren't even sure they were a thing, after all gossip girl had been wrong before...
'Blair.'
'Chuck.'
'I need to talk to you,' he glanced around the group of girls staring at him, 'in private' he added.
The girls who'd seen them get out of the limo together this morning –and knew better than to doubt gossip girl- nudged each other, they knew it wouldn't last. It was Chuck after all.
Obviously they hadn't said anything to Blair- they didn't want the remainder of their senior year in a wheelchair, thank you very much.
Blair stood up unperturbed, placing her latte on the ground beside Kati, 'Mind my drink.' She instructed.
'Now what does that remind me of?' mused Chuck. 'Ah yes, that night in my li-' 'Okay, we're going' she grabbed his hand and marched him into the school; leading him into an empty classroom.
Biology actually- oh the irony!
She let go of his hand and hopped up onto one of the countertops, pulling off her coat and throwing it carelessly on the ground. 'Well, what is it?'
Chuck ran a hand through his hair, 'Well...' he hesitated. Blair stared at him, she'd never seen him like this before. He seemed nervous and even kind of embarrassed.
'What's wrong?' asked Blair sharply, her heart pounding.
'Nothing.' He took a deep breath, 'It's just the whole date thing... I've never really had one before.'
Blair breathed an inward sigh of relief. For all her outward cockiness, she was still afraid Chuck might bolt on her.
'It's all taken care of; just pick me up Sunday at eight.'
Chuck stared at her.
'What?' she demanded, wondering if she'd pushed him too far. 'To hard to remember?'
'You've arranged it?' he asks incredulously.
'I know better than to bet on a Bass.' Chuck's face darkened. Blair's face slipped into a smile, she pulled him towards her, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him softly.
'Don't worry,' she murmurs, 'you took care of me my first time, now let me do the same for you.'
'Please,' Chuck pulled away, 'this is so not my first time.'
Blair smirked at him, 'You know what I mean.' she pulled him closer, kissing him teasingly. He responds fiercely; his lips hard on hers, his fingers knotted in her hair, hoisting one of her legs around his waist.
Blair let out a moan as his tongue entered her mouth, encircling hers, slowly at first but getting faster and faster by the second. Chuck slipped his hand down, tracing her spine to her waist before moving it back up, prying her shirt buttons loose, letting his hand slide under it-
DING DONG DING!!
The school bell signalled the end of lunch period.
Chuck ignored it, inching his hand up her top as he moved on to sucking at her ear.
Blair pushed him off abruptly and jumped down from the counter in one fluid movement. She picked up her coat and started re-buttoning her top, heading for the door.
'Where are you going?' Chuck demanded, unused to anyone walking away from him.
Blair turned around and eyed him pityingly, 'To class, Chuck.' As though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it kinda was.
'Oh' Chuck contemplated this for a minute, class clearly not being one of his top priorities. And speaking of top...
Blair sighed and walked to the door, opening it. She turned back for a second, 'Remember, Sunday 8 sharp.' She said before leaving, letting the door swing shut behind her.
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She walked out straight into Isabel Coates and Taylor Hudson -their newest 'project'- who promptly dropped half her books.
'B-blair,' she stammered, 'I have your drink.' She said as she held out Bair's latte, terrified.
Blair looked at her scornfully, 'It's cold, go dump it somewhere.' Taylor scrambled to pick up her books and quickly ran off to the safety of class, shoving the unwanted latte in a an open bag lying on the ground.
Isabel turned to Blair, 'Speaking of dumped... I'm so sorry Blair, but we all knew it wouldn't last. It's not your fault, he is Chuck Bass after all.'
Blair turned to her, 'What are you saying?' her voice going dangerously quiet.
Isabel smiled at her, unaware of how close she was to being strangled. 'I'm saying maybe we should go out and celebrate tonight! Maybe find you another guy...' She suggested mischievously.
'Isabel,' Blair hissed at her, 'I'm still going out with Chuck despite whatever your personal opinions on the matter might be.'
'But I thought-' Isabel looked startled at this new complication.
'Oh you did, did you?' Blair replied nastily, 'Well that's where you went wrong.' 'CHUCK!' She screamed.
'What?' asked Chuck in his calculatedly bored voice as he strolled out of the biology room.
Blair ran over and shoved him against the wall, kissing him fiercely, letting her tongue roll over his, staking her claim so there would be no further doubts in anyone's mind that he, Chuck Bass, was all hers.
She could have stayed there all day, but his wandering hand quickly brought her back to reality. They were making out. In school. The school corridor, to be exact. Ew.
Blair broke off, slapping away his hand, 'Chuck control yourself!' she hissed at him now. He smirked back at her, keeping his hands on her waist.
She glared at him again then turned back to Isabel, 'Got the picture?'
Actually Isabel did get the picture, several in fact, and they were all on their way to gossip girl at that very moment.
'Yeah.' Isabel smiled sweetly at them, 'I think I got it.'
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Chuck slumps down beside Nate (who is sitting against a redbrick wall) with a pained expression. Nate looks at him sympathetically.
'Blair?' He asked.
'Oh yeah, she's driving me crazy,' Chuck sighed. 'Man I thought you were exaggerating but you're actually a fucking saint.'
Nate looked up, surprised at Chuck's attitude.' Why, what's she doing to you?'
'No sex. She wants to 'date' first.' He said bitterly.
Nate looked even more dumbfounded. 'But haven't you guys done it like, a million times?' Poor Natie, good thing they allowed calculators in the SATs.
'Yeah we have...' Chuck was thoughtful, 'maybe she's just screwing with me...' Dear me, maybe it's not just Nate flunking out, I think the point is Chuck, that she's NOT screwing you.
Then something occurred to him; he turned to Nate sharply, 'How long did she make you wait?'
'Four Years.' Chuck groaned. 'Hey man, don't worry, take her out to dinner, buy her flowe-'
'Dinner?' Chuck interrupted, sounding amused.
'Yeah,' Nate stared at Chuck and frowned, realising something. 'You haven't done this before have you?'
'No,' Chuck replied scornfully. 'I usually skip dinner and go straight to dessert.' Nate stared at him again, this time with admiration. Chuck caught him staring and raises an eyebrow., wondering if there was something in those gay rumours after all...
Nate hurriedly looked away.
'Okay well it's really easy, you just-'
'What's really easy?' Chuck and Nate jumped as Blair appeared out of nowhere. 'Apart from you two of course.' She smiled wickedly down at them.
Neither of them looked up, from where they're sitting you can see right up her tight, black, figure-hugging, high-waisted skirt to her firm thighs and the white filmy garter resting on them. I'm guessing the seersucker shirt didn't help much either...
Chuck out of the corner of his eye caught Nate looking and elbowed him sharply in the ribs, without taking his eyes off it himself.
'Guys?' Blair shifted back to look at them, a small frown on her face.
The garter firmly out of sight they turned their eyes up to face her. Nate rubbed the side of his chest distractedly.
'Well?' She demanded, confused by their silence.
'W-what?' asked Nate, still reeling at the sight of his ex, his seriously hot ex. She's with Chuck now, he reminded himself.
Still a guy can dream, right?
Blair looked at them another minute then gave up. 'Ugh never mind. Are you coming?' She motions to Chuck.
'Where?' asked Chuck, stretching out his arms, yawning.
'Your house. Mine's getting painted and the fumes give me a migraine.'
Chuck smiled to himself, he liked it when Blair took charge.
Nate nudged Chuck, 'Score!' He mouthed. Chuck ignored him.
'Sure, let's go.' He stood up, 'Nate I'll talk to you later.'
'Sure man, later.' Nate said as he watched Chuck walk Blair to his limo. Chuck ditching him for a girl, he never thought he'd see the day.
Why did he ever let her go? He asked himself, looking down glumly at his shoes.
Hearing a shout, he looked back up and grinned; Blair was refusing to get into the limo until Chuck got out and opened the door for her.
Nate laughed as a pissed off Chuck got out, walked round and opened the door, slamming it shut as soon as she was in, before walking back round and getting in himself- cursing the whole while.
Oh yeah, he thought, that's why.
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Gossipgirl here: N looking forlorn as he recently rediscovered princess is whisked away in her carriage, by Prince Smarming himself.
But don't worry N, everyone has to kiss a few frogs before they get their happily ever after. Ladies form an orderly queue.
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