AN: Hey guys, this is my first GG fan fiction so I hope it turned out okay! Let me know what you think please… if you like it I'll carry on.
Chuck had watched her down drink after drink as he sat in the corner of the club, ignoring the lingering gazes of the barely dressed women around him. She was all he could see. He watched furiously as the man she was sitting with began touching her, running his hand along her bare thigh. His blood boiled as she squirmed away from his touch and the man continued to move forward. Angrily, Chuck slammed down his drink and forced his way over to where she was sitting.
"She doesn't want you touching her. Get out." He said menacingly. The idiot looked confused.
"Hey, man. I wasn't doing anything…I don't know what your…"
"I said Get. Out."
Chuck watched as the man went over to a girl and dragged her out with him. He closed his eyes and sighed as he turned around to face Blair.
"I can look after myself Bass. I don't need your help," She slurred before putting her head on the table in front of her. Chuck looked at her sceptically.
"Come on Waldorf. I'm taking you home" he said looking around for her jacket and sighing deeply when he realised she hadn't brought one.
"No. You're not. What makes you think I'd go anywhere with you Chuck Bass? I hate you."
He looked at her for a long moment, hating the venom in her voice. He slowly shrugged of his jacket and wrapped it around her bare shoulders.
"Come on Blair" he said quietly. She got up unsteadily and he wrapped his arm around her waist, supporting her weight. He tried his best not to feel anything, to be emotionless and detached as he helped her to stumble across the sidewalk to where his waiting limo was parked, but the truth was he was fighting the urge hold her, kiss her… touch her. As he took hold of her elbow with the intention of helping her into the vehicle, he felt her stiffen and pull back slightly.
"Blair." He said slowly. "Get into the car" She turned to him and seeing her stubborn expression he shook his head and lent his arm on the hood of the car. She continued to watch him.
"Why won't you get in the car Waldorf? Besides from the fact you despise me with a passion"
"I'm not going to have sex with you Bass. There's no way." Chuck rolled his eyes at her reasoning.
"Did I imply for one second that I wanted you to?" He did of course but right now he'd say anything just to get her in the damn car. Their eyes met for a short moment and then she shook her head and clambered into the limo. He followed her, shutting the door and informing the driver to take Blair home. She was gazing out the window, her cheeks flushed and her hands wrapped around her waist. The silence was excruciating, memories were flooding into his head of the first time they had had sex. It had happened right here, in this limo. They had been so close back then, flesh to flesh. And now look at them. They couldn't be further apart. He had once told her that the two of them were inevitable, but now he was not sure. He was losing her. He had already lost her. And for what? Because he was grieving? Because he couldn't stay away from his whores? Because he couldn't tell her those three words that meant everything to her and nothing to him? No matter what way you looked at it, it was his fault and none of the reasons justified losing Blair. But she didn't deserve him. The thought made him furious. Hearing his sharp intake of breath. Blair turned to look at him.