In this story, Blair and Serena are best friends and so are Nate and Chuck. They don't know each other. They are all around the college age.
Lily and Rufus are having problems with their marriage when Rufus meets the ladies man, Nate, who desperately wants to help him find women to be with to get over his wife. So what will happen when Lily begins to rethink her request of a divorce? Will Rufus refuse because he's enjoying his new life that much, or will he take her back into his too-forgiving arms?
Blair is trying to get over a serious relationship and she meets Chuck at a bar. What happens when something that starts as a one-night stand turns into something more? Of course, anything with Chair is much more complicated than that and will involve a ton of drama along the way.
Serena and Nate are both into the party scene but what happens when they both begin to want to settle down with one another? And what about when Serena and Nate's new friend Rufus find out that he's been hiding a secret from both of them?
Based off of the plot from the movie Crazy Stupid Love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl, any of the characters, or the storyline from Crazy Stupid Love.
"Honey, I'm home!" Rufus Humphrey called jokingly, as he sat his briefcase down on the counter. Lily was sitting at the island bar, by herself, staring down at the glass of wine that sat in front of her. The kitchen was dark. Rufus' heart filled with dread as he immediately sensed that something was wrong. To avoid all confrontation, he continued to talk. "You can't imagine my day at work. The secretary gave me the wrong papers and I-"
"I slept with someone," Lily interjected.
Rufus didn't even hesitate. He had heard her. Yes, he had heard her. Loud and clear. She'd slept with someone. "And so I ended up filling out the wrong thing. It took my hours to correct and I have the worst headache-"
"I want a divorce," Lily interrupted again.
"Yes," Rufus nodded. "Well, I'm going to lie down." He turned and left her in the kitchen, heading towards the room, where he laid down on the bed, letting out a loud sigh. What was wrong with him?
"Rufus," Lily's voice came from the doorway. He looked up at her. She was standing in the doorway of their bedroom, the place where they expressed their love to one another, looking cold and frustrated, with her arms crossed tightly across her chest. "You aren't listening to me. I slept with someone. It was a mistake. I regretted it the moment it happened. It was just me and Bart Bass alone in the office at work and-"
"Stop talking," Rufus said, feeling lightheaded.
"And one thing led to another and-"
"I said stop!" Rufus said, standing up. He hadn't even realized that there were suitcases and boxes in their bedroom. His things had been packed up. This was it. "Wait, you're serious?" he asked, taking in the sight. "You really want a divorce?"
"Well…" she paused. "Yeah." Seeing the look on his face, she ran to his side. "Look, Rufus, I love you. And I'm not leaving you for Bart, if that's what you think. I just need some time to be alone and really think about things."
"You slept with another man and you have to think about things?" Rufus asked in disbelief. He shook his head and grabbed his suitcases, rolling them behind him as he left the room. He couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Lily stared at him, confused and concerned. "This is the most ridiculous thing that's ever happened to me."
Lily frowned. "I-I'm sorry. I am not the type of woman to sleep with someone who's not her husband. You know that, I know that, everyone knows that. So why have I become that? I need to figure that out. I just don't think our marriage is where either of us want it to be. I think time apart would do us both good." She swallowed hard, touching his cheek. He flinched away from her. Tears pricked at her eyes, threatening to spill over.
"Just don't," Rufus said. "If a divorce is what you want, that's what you'll get." He yanked his suitcases behind him and got into the elevator, not saying another word, not even looking back at her, just leaving his wife standing there in the hallway. The elevator wasn't moving fast enough. He punched the button, punched it again, before it finally moved. "Bart Bass," he murmured under his breath. "Of all the people."
Blair Waldorf was laying in her bed, eating chocolate ice cream out of a tub, and watching Breakfast at Tiffany's, for what had to be the hundredth time today. Her best friend Serena stormed in. "Blair! What do you say we go out tonight?" she asked, not at all surprised at what Blair was doing. This was what she had been doing, every Saturday and Sunday night, since the breakup.
Blair stared at her. "I just turned on Tiffany's."
Serena looked at her in disbelief. "I know you've already watched it about ten times today." She picked up the remote and turned the television off. Blair looked as if Serena had just slapped her across the face. Then, Serena reached her hand out. "Give me the ice cream."
"No," Blair said, digging her spoon into it and stuffing it into her mouth.
"Give it," Serena said, more sternly.
"Fine," Blair sighed, handing it over to her in defeat.
Serena smiled as she took the bucket of ice cream from her. "Now, go shower. I'll pick you out something to wear. We are going out and we are going to get drunk and we are going to have fun. Blair sighed obnoxiously and rose to her feet slowly. Serena gave her a look and Blair yelled "okay, okay, okay" before running into the bathroom. Serena dug the spoon into the ice cream and finished eating the rest of it, before throwing it into the garbage can beside her best friend's bed. She danced over to her closet and began searching through her expensive dresses, trying to find a black one that hugged her best friend's curves. Then, she selected an outfit for herself as well.
Serena had gotten sick of going out to bars and clubs with Penelope and the other girls. They were all so annoying and acted like they were all still stuck in high school. Serena missed hanging out with Blair but watching Tiffany's a hundred times a day and hearing Blair complain about how her boyfriend of four years, Louis, had left her for a lower-class girl named Jenny Humphrey. So, she had taken it upon herself to force Blair to go out with her tonight, hoping she would meet someone who could take her mind off of things.
Blair wasn't much like Serena. She wasn't into one-night-stands and she had always been in serious relationships. Serena loved to party and hook up with guys. And that's why they were good for each other. Blair was the calm that kept Serena at bay and Serena was the side of Blair that forced her to not take life so seriously all the damn time. They were perfect for one another. They were the perfect best friends.
Blair came out several minutes later, her face dolled up just right, and her hair in loose curls around her face. Serena grinned at her, knowing it was going to be a good night.
"Nathaniel Archibald," Chuck Bass said into the phone, coolly, answering his best friend's phone call. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"What are you up to tonight?" Nate asked. "I was thinking we could go grab a drink at the bar or something."
"Sounds great," Chuck said, crossing his legs as he scanned the newspaper in front of him for any important information. "I'll call the limo around and we'll come pick you up." He folded the newspaper perfect and ended his phone call. He stood up, straightening out his suit, smoothing out his lapels. He knew he looked good, he always did. He needed to leave the bar with a girl tonight. It had been so long - too long - since he had.
In some ways, he had grown out of his womanizing stage. But in other ways, he was still the same kid he was in high school. Right now, he just needed to get laid. It had been far too long for Chuck Bass to go without sex. He just hadn't had an interest lately. Tonight would have to change that. He ran a hand through his dark hair and checked himself in the mirror before proceeding to call his limo driver, Arthur.
"No no no," Serena said, interrupting Blair as they sat at the bar. Blair had already had quite a bit to drink and was currently in the throes of bashing Jenny Humphrey, again. "I don't want to hear about Jenny. I don't want to hear about Louis. I want to hear about-" she paused, looking around, just in time to see two cute guys walk into the bar. One of them was tall with an athletic build, dirty blonde hair, an amazing grin with pearly white teeth on his face and piercing blue eyes. The other was tan-skinned and muscular, with dark hair, gelled perfectly, dark brown eyes, strong facial features, and a strong jawline. "How hot those boys that just came in are."
Blair turned on her stool just in time to catch a glimpse of the one with dark hair. She was a sucker for dark hair and dark eyes. Her eyes went wide as he caught her staring at him and she whipped around. "Oh my god," she said to Serena. "He is so attractive. And I think he just saw me staring at him."
"So?" Serena said, throwing a flirty wave to the one with blonde hair.
They had seated themselves at the other end of the bar and Blair could feel the guy's eyes on her. She swallowed hard and tried to ignore it. She and Serena talked casually until the bartender sat two martinis in front of them. Blair looked up, in time to see the bartender motion over to the attractive boys. Blair blushed as her eyes caught with the guy's. He seemed to stare straight into her. This sent a tingling chill down her spine. She flirted in the only way she knew how to - batting her eyelashes.
As if taking this as some sort of signal or cue, the dark-haired man stood up, making his way over to Blair, never taking her eyes off of her. Blair felt herself tense up as her heart fluttered violently in her chest. "B, he's coming over here!" Serena whispered into her ear excitedly. "He's totally into you!" Blair turned to look at her, touching her hair self-consciously. Serena batted her hand away. "You look great, B, no worries."
"What about you?" Blair asked. "Aren't you going to go flirt with the blonde one?"
Serena's eyes traveled over to the boy who was still sitting across the bar. He winked at her, watching her. "I don't know," Serena said. "I'm thinking about playing hard to get with this one."
"What?" Blair asked disbelievingly.
"Don't make me sound like such a slut-" Serena stopped suddenly, realizing the guy who was hitting on Blair had made his way over to her. She gave Blair a gentle push off of the stool, who fell into the guy next to her, who turned around and looked as if he might punch someone. "Sorry," Serena mouthed at the guy as Blair gave her a dirty look.
Blair turned to face the extremely attractive guy in front of her, still in awe of the fact that he had come to talk to her, and also slightly fearing that he might actually want to talk to Serena. After all, Serena was always the prettier one, the funnier one, the hotter one. With that bubbly personality, those blonde locks, that perfect tan, those legs that went on for miles. And Blair was just normal. She was so average-looking in comparison to Serena. Or, at least, she thought. She knew others didn't agree with that, but it would always be a competition with Serena. "Hi," she breathed out to the guy before her.
"I'm Chuck Bass." He had said it in such a seductive tone. And if it wasn't so expecting, it might have worked.
Her breath caught in her throat and she let out a loud laugh. He looked confused, which made her laugh again. "Was that your pick-up line?"
This made him laugh too. It hadn't ever not worked before. Usually just his name made women fall at his feet or jump into his arms. "Yeah, it's horrible isn't it," he agreed, a smile breaking out across his handsome features.
"Does that actually work?" Blair asked, raising her eyebrows at him.
"Yeah, it usually does," Chuck grinned back at her. His eyes met hers. "So did it work this time?"
Blair shrugged. "It made me smile."
"Yeah, well that was the goal," Chuck replied smoothly.
Blair blushed. "Alright," she said. "So what, do you want to buy me another drink or something?" She said, nodding over at her already empty martini glass. "Did you want me to go home with you or something?"
She felt Serena nudge her in the back, begging her to stop.
"Well," Chuck said, straightening his tie. "Usually women aren't so forward with me. Usually they put up a little bit of a fight."
She shrugged again. "Call me crazy. It's your lucky night." She linked her arm in his. She didn't know why she was doing it. He was so good-looking and it was so in-the-moment but she was so sick of sitting around and moping around about Louis and thinking of him with Jenny every second of the day. She needed something that would take her mind off of it. And this was what Serena usually did, so maybe it would work for her. "S," she said, turning to her friend, who snickered at her. "I will be going home with Mr. Bass for the evening."
"You don't have to talk like you're an escort," Serena said. Blair gave her a look and if looks could kill, Serena was sure she'd be dead. "Alright, alright. Well, don't kill her," she said to Chuck, who laughed. "If you're not back by noon tomorrow I'll call the police." She kissed her best friend lightly on the cheek. "Have fun! Use protection!" She called after them as they exited the bar.
Blair groaned and closed her eyes. This was so embarrassing. "Sorry about her," she said to Chuck. "She's had a little too much to drink." Suddenly, she stepped the wrong way and almost fell, her ankle twisting underneath her. Chuck caught her around the waist, which sent a warm glow over her skin. She tried to ignore it.
"And apparently so have you," Chuck laughed, helping her stand up. He led her over to a limo, where he held the door open.
"You have a limo?" Blair asked incredulously.
Chuck nodded. "I'm Chuck Bass."
Blair rolled her eyes and giggled. "He has a limo. Of course he has a limo."
He held his hand out for her and helped her inside the limo.
Back at the bar, Serena had just received a phone call from her mother, who had told her about the divorce. She didn't sound sad at all, but Serena still thought maybe she should go talk to her. She took that as her cue to go home and be with her mother. Sadly, that meant no more flirting from across the bar with the cute blonde boy. She sighed, deciding her mom was more important than another one-night-stand. She could hook up with a cute boy any night. Tonight, her mother needed her. She stood up and waved a flirty little wave at the boy, before stepping out of the bar.
Nathaniel sighed when his muse for the night left. He ordered another scotch and kicked it back, deciding maybe he should just go home alone tonight. After all, it had been a while since he'd spent a Saturday night at home alone. He could just smoke some weed and play some video games, have some quality Nate time. Unless Chuck and the girl he had just taken home were still at it by the time he got home.
It was then that he noticed a man across the room, sitting in the corner, at a table by himself, staring down at his shaky hands and ignoring the girl who was trying to flirt with him. Nate felt strongly as if he should go talk to the man and he wasn't sure why. He pushed the urge out of his mind, taking another swig of alcohol. That was, until he saw the guy's shoulders shake and realized he was either crying or about to cry. He jumped up and made his way through the crowded bar over to the man. "Hey, man, you okay?" Nate asked.
Rufus looked up at him, his eyes red. He wasn't crying. He had done enough of that back at the loft before he had come to the bar. Now, he was just numb and drunk. "She slept with Bart Bass."
"What?" Nate asked.
"My wife!" Rufus exclaimed, and Nate took note of the golden wedding band on his finger.
Nate sat down across from him at the table. "I'm so sorry. That must suck." He paused. "Did you say Bart Bass?"
"Yeah," Rufus muttered. "Do you know him?"
"I've met him a few times," Nate said. "I'm really close with his son. They don't get along. He always seemed like an ass to me." He reached over and patted Rufus on the shoulder, shaking him a bit. "You're wife must be incredibly dumb to cheat on a guy like you with a guy like him."
"He's rich, isn't he?" Rufus asked.
Nate hesitated. "Well I don't - I don't know that that's important…" He breathed. Rufus stared at him. "Okay, yeah, the dude's loaded."
Rufus groaned loudly and threw his hands up into the air. "Can't a guy ever get a break!?"
"What's your name?"
"Rufus."
"Well, Rufus, I think there are much better things you could be doing instead of moping around about your silly wife when there is a bar full of hot, desperate women around you," Nate said. "You seem like a really cool guy and any of these women would be lucky to have you."
"Really?" Rufus looked up at him. "Thanks." He smiled sheepishly. "Who are you, again?"
"Nate Archibald," he said. "But let's just call me a friend." He took a napkin from the slot next to him and pulled a pen out of his pocket. He wrote down his phone number. "I've got to get home, got some things to do, but call me tomorrow and we're going shopping." Rufus looked at him strangely. "Well, if we're going to get you to be a ladies man, we need a new wardrobe! You gotta give me something here to work with."
"A ladies man?" Rufus asked. "I don't know about that…"
"It's possible," Nate said. "Believe me."
"Why are you doing this?" Rufus asked. "I'm a pathetic forty year-old man and you hardly know me."
"Because you seem pretty cool. And I don't think it's fair that your wife is sleeping in her bed happily, while you're sitting over here all down in the dumps. It's not your fault you married someone unfaithful," Nate said. "Also, I like a challenge." He smirked and stood up, holding his hand out. "I expect to hear from you tomorrow."
Rufus shook his hand, still staring at him in shock.
"This is going to be fun, trust me," Nate said. "We'll have you looking great and banging ladies by next weekend." And with one last firm smile, he turned and left the bar, leaving Rufus feeling pretty good about himself.
Rufus turned to the woman next to him. "Hey," he said.
She gave him a dirty look and returned to talking to her girlfriend.
"It's a work in progress," Rufus muttered under his breath, snapping his finger at a waitress to bring him another drink.
When Chuck and Blair got off of the elevator at his suite, Blair looked around in awe. "This place looks really good for being the home of two boys," Blair said.
He chuckled, walking over to the bar and popping open a bottle of wine. She followed him and sat down at his bar as he poured her a glass of wine. "Lights," Chuck called. "Dim." The lights dimmed themselves into a romantic setting. "Music," he called. A song by Ed Sheeran started playing softly.
Blair smiled at the corniness of it all. It was kind of funny, actually.
"What's so funny?" Chuck asked.
"It's just cheesy," Blair said. "I can't believe this works on other girls." She took a sip of her wine and looked at Chuck, almost spitting her drink out everywhere at the look on his face. "Oh, don't look so hurt!" She said, touching him gently on the shoulder. "I don't mean it like that. I'm sure it gets you loads of ladies, so it doesn't matter what one girl thinks."
Chuck shook his head.
Blair suddenly jumped out of her seat. "This is my song!" She cheered. "Turn it up!" Chuck did as she asked and the song "Blank Space" by Taylor Swift boomed over the speakers as Blair began to dance around the living room, singing to a pretend microphone in her fist. She bounced up and down and danced freely around the room. Chuck laughed loudly at her and watched her. After a few minutes of her dancing around like crazy, he walked up behind her and his hands slipped around her waist. He heard her gasp as she looked at him over her shoulder.
His lips captured hers in a slow kiss, so soft and gentle on hers. She deepened the kiss with her tongue and Chuck spun her around to face him. Her body melted against his as he pulled her closely against him. Her hands found their way up to his hair and began to tug and play with his dark locks, intertwining it between her fingers. His hands slid down from her waist and he ran them softly across her butt, feeling her dress come up around her thighs the slightest bit. Then, he pulled her toward his bedroom, walking backwards, leading the way through the dim room. When they were in the room, he pushed her up against the wall, kissing her hard. She kissed back with just as much need and unbuttoned his shirt hastily, running her hands over his stomach and broad shoulders and chest. It had been so long since either of them had been with someone, especially Blair. And she had only ever been with one boy in her entire life.
She pushed him off of her and forced him back onto his bed, climbing on top of him, straddling him in between her thighs. She pulled her dress up over her head and he stared at her with awe, taking in the curve of her hips, her flat stomach, and full breasts in her lacey black bra. He pulled her back down to kiss him and then something broke the sexual tension in the room. She was laughing. She was laughing against his lips. He pulled away from her. "Is something wrong?" He looked at her with wide eyes. "Are you pranking me or something?"
This made her laugh harder. When he looked a little hurt or self-conscious, she shook her head furiously. "No," she managed to breathe out through her laughter. "This is just crazy. So unlike me." She was laughing so hard that tears were slipping out of her eyes. She climbed off of him, still laughing hysterically and laid next to him. This made Chuck start laughing too. Her laugh was so inviting, it made him want to laugh with her, be the reason she was laughing. They laughed until their insides hurt and their faces were aching and stiff from smiling. She turned and laid her head on his chest, looking up into his eyes, when they had finally calmed down. "So, tell me about the other girls."
"Well," Chuck said, situating his head so that he could look at her. "Honestly, there have been many, and I don't really recall any names or faces...or anything special about them at all even."
"Mhm," Blair nodded, as if she was a psychologist.
"They never danced around my house to Taylor Swift," Chuck said. "Or started laughing hysterically while they were making out with me. And it's never been this easy to just lay there and talk with a girl while we're both half-naked in my bed. I can honestly say this is new." He reached up subconsciously and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"And how does it make you feel?" Blair questioned.
"I like it," Chuck said. It was quiet for a moment, while they just looked at each other. Then, the door opened, signalling that Nate had made it home. He heard him toss his keys on the table next to the door and then go into his room, closing the door, quietly behind him. Chuck cleared his throat, realizing Blair was still watching him. "So, tell me about the other guys."
Blair raised her eyebrows at him. "Well," she started, just as Chuck had. "There was only one other guy."
"And he broke your heart?" Chuck presumed.
Blair nodded. "Almost a whole year ago."
"I'm sorry," Chuck said sincerely.
"Don't be," Blair replied. "We all have to get hurt at some point in our lives." She sat up. "So, what's your greatest fear?"
Chuck thought momentarily. "Women."
Blair laughed obnoxiously. "Oh my god, seriously?"
"Yeah, very serious," Chuck nodded, pretending to be solemn. "Also, my dad created peanut butter and was the first man to walk the moon."
Blair laughed again and smacked Chuck on the chest. "You're an idiot." He laughed too and sat up, leaning back against the headboard.
"I think I'm pretty clever," he smirked.
And they talked like that for the rest of the night, about random nothings and things in life. It was an amazing night. They talked and drank on bottles of wine until the sun came up, neither of them having realized how late it had gotten. Then they finally fell asleep, in a drunken stupor. Chuck was at the foot of the bed and Blair next to him, his arm wrapped loosely across her back, as her face was pressed into the mattress, both of them deep in sleep.
A/N: So there you have it! I know, there wasn't a lot of Serenate and definitely not any Rufly but I promise it's all coming! Chair will always be my favorite couple so I'm sorry if I favor them in this story too much! Anyway, I think this was a pretty damn good first chapter. Let me know how you feel by reviewing and I'll make sure to upload the next chapter as soon as I get some feedback! Hope you guys liked it!