A/N: Okay well I didn't really enjoy the season finale as much as I hoped I would, but it was still good. And since we have to wait till September till the season two starts, I thoght about writing this story. This is most likely going to be a multi-chapter story. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it. Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl, if I did I would have never ler Bart Bass ruin Waldass and I also would made the season finale two hours long. Enjoy!
Blair Waldorf looked out of the windows as she sat in the limo taking her to the Van der Woodsen-Bass Hampton's home.. The Hampton's scenery was breathtaking and the endless grass seemed to make it better. Sure New York City was great, but sometimes it was just better to escape and forget about it. She looked at the passing homes. All big mansions of course.
Blair looked down at her phone. She had seventy-two messages from Chuck. Probably just wondering why she wasn't replying, although he knew why. He hadn't come with her on his father's jet to Tuscany, as he had promised. He didn't even show up to Tuscany and had stated that his father needed his help, which was obviously a lie. Blair didn't even know why he didn't come. Maybe he doesn't like being tied down, she thought. She shook away those thoughts. She was going to have a Chuck Bass free summer. Serena had told her that Chuck would probably stay in New York, seeing as though he wasn't fond of grass.
The limo stopped a few minutes later and driver opened the door for Blair. Her black Manolos hit the pavement that made a pathway to the front door. Blair stood proudly in her black Stella McCartney summer dress. Her brunette curls rested on her shoulders. She grabbed her Prada bag and started walking towards the front of the summer home. The driver carried her Louis Vuitton suitcases. All seven of them.
Blair rang the doorbell and waited for the door to open so she could finally rest. It had been a long trip back from France. Her father and Roman had been wonderful with her and treated her like the princess she was. She had gone shopping with Roman and went wine tasting with her father. She had been upset to say goodbye to the them, but glad when she could spend her remaining summer with her best friend.
The door opened and there stood Serena. She was wearing a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt. Her blonde hair looked wonderful, even if she hadn't done anything to it. She smiled when she saw Blair standing in front of her.
"B! I'm so happy you could make it! It's been lonely here without you. I mean Nate's nice and all but I needed my best friend!"
Before Blair even had the chance to reply, she was engulfed by Serena into a hug. She laughed and hugged her back. It was great seeing her best friend, especially since she hadn't seen her for a whole month. Sure they had talked on the phone and sent the occasional text, but nothing was better than face to face. The girls separated. Blair's suitcases had been left in the foyer.
Serena grabbed Blair's hand and led her to the kitchen. Nate was there drinking a glass of water. He set it down on the counter when he saw Blair.
"Blair! It's so good to see you."
Blair smiled at him. Like Serena, he too engulfed Blair's petite body in his arms. They separated and all sat around the kitchen table. Both Nate and Serena were looking at Blair. Serena spoke first.
"So, how was France?"
"It was great, but I missed New York." she replied.
Soon, the conversation grew. Nate hadn't realized how long they had all been talking, until his phone rang. He looked at the caller id. Chuck Bass. he excused himself from the girl's company and stepped out onto the terrace. He held the phone up to his ear.
"Hey man."
"Hey. Nathaniel, having fun with Van der Woodsen?"
"Yeah, it's been fun."
"Fun? Is that what I think it means, you two finally got together?"
Nate laughed.
"No, it means we're better friends than we have been in a long time. You do know that you can be friends with a girl without sleeping with her."
"I know, I just haven't a found a girl like that."
"So, to what do I owe this call?"
"I'm coming over to the summer house. I heard Blair was coming back to New York and I can't be in the same place as her. It'll kill me. I mean, she hasn't been answering my calls or replying to my messages. And I can't just run into her and tell her that I missed spending time with her because I almost slept with a random blonde interior designer. She'll never forgive me."
Nate was still frozen. Chuck's coming to the summer house. Oh crap!, he thought. He turned his attention back to Chuck on the phone.
"So um, when are you coming?"
"In a few minutes. I thought I would just call you now. You seem worried."
"Worried? Heck no."
Chuck laughed.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Listen, I'll be there in a few. See you then. And get some scotch out for me. The limo ran out."
Before Nate could reply, the line went dead. Shit! What the hell am I going to do. Crap, what about Blair, she obviously came here to forget about Chuck and now he's coming, he thought. Nate needed someone's help. He needed Serena. He shut his phone and went back inside to the kitchen. Both girls were still talking. They both looked up when Nate approached. Serena noticed Nate's worried expression.
"What is it Nate?"
Nate looked up.
"Serena, could I talk to you for a minute. Um Blair, hope you don't mind."
Blair smiled.
"No, I'll just be upstairs unpacking my clothes."
She got up from the table and walked out of the living room. When Nate was sure she was in her guestroom upstairs, he turned to Serena.
"Chuck's coming."
Serena froze. He can't. He can't. Damnit Chuck, why do you want to ruin Blair's life further, she thought. Chuck had told her about why he hadn't gone to Tuscany with Blair. Serena did forgive him for being scared, this was his first time in love after all but she didn't forgive him for almost cheating on Blair. That would take a very long time to be forgiven for.
Serena's attention went back to a still in shock Nate. He hadn't been prepared for this and neither had Serena. Why would Chuck come?
"What are we going to do?" asked Serena in a low voice.
She wasn't going to risk Blair knowing that he was coming but she would find out sooner or later. They couldn't really hide a dark haired eighteen year old and his scarf away in a closet and hope that Blair didn't find out. Nate gulped.
"I don't know, but he's going to be here any minute."
"Any minute! Blair's going to freak."
"You think I don't know that. Listen, we'll just have to keep them apart for the rest of the summer."
"The rest of the summer? That sounds crazier than when my mom married Bart Bass. The rest of the summer is going to torture. What are we going to do? Make a schedule so they won't be in the same room at the same time."
"That could work."
Serena rolled her eyes and playfully slapped him on the arm. This was serious and it had to get through Nate's mind. She was about to say something when,
Ding Dong.
Serena gulped and looked at Nate with worried eyes. His eyes were washed over with worry as well. Serena sighed.
"Let the summer of hell begin."
She marched over to the foyer. She took a deep breath before opening the door. The door slowly opened and there stood Chuck Bass in a pair of Bermuda shorts and a t-shirt. He took his Roberta Cavali sunglasses off and smirked at Serena.
"Wow, sis, you sure seem glad to see me." he said sarcastically.
Serena rolled her eyes before moving out of the way to let Chuck through. He walked in swiftly, with his limo driver carrying in all of his luggage. Chuck looked around the familiar summer home. He had spent summers here as a kid with his father and his latest girlfriend. But those days were now long gone and he stood in the foyer with his step sister. He heard foot steps approaching. He looked and saw Nate. He smiled.
"Nathaniel, I've come to save your summer from this blonde dragon." he said pointing to Serena.
Nate didn't respond. He was still in shock. Blair probably wouldn't have heard the conversation going on downstairs, but he still was worried. He managed to smile at his best friend.
"Hey man, glad you could come."
Chuck rolled his eyes.
"You seemed drunk on the phone. Did old Serena rub off on you?" he said jokingly.
Neither Nate or Serena were paying attention to the Upper East Side devil in front of them. Both of their minds worried on how Blair would take this. Chuck looked from Serena back to Nate and then back to Serena. Something defiantly was going on. He was about to ask what, but then he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
Blair was looking down at the latest issue of In Style, to notice who was standing in the foyer with Serena and Nate.
"S, could I borrow your pink flip flops for when we go to the beach tomorrow? They really match my bikini."
When no one replied, Blair looked up from the magazine. It dropped when she saw Chuck Bass standing with her best friend and her ex-boyfriend. What is he doing here!, she thought. Chuck seemed to be frozen as well. She looked so beautiful, and he couldn't believe what he had done to her. He wanted to go up and kiss her, but that just wasn't going to be happening anytime soon. Blair unwillingly dropped her gaze at Chuck and turned to Serena.
"S, can I talk to you?"
Serena nodded her head and went up the stairs. She followed Blair into the guestroom that Blair was staying in. Blair turned to Serena and glared.
"What is he doing here? Did you not get how much I didn't want him here! This is supposed to be my Chuck-less summer and this is ruining it."
"B, if I had known he was coming then I would have told you. He only told Nate about ten minutes ago."
Blair sighed. She knew it wasn't Serena's fault, she had just lost her temper. Blair looked at Serena.
"Well I'll just avoid him the rest of the summer."
"Really, how are you going to do that?"
"With your help."
Serena smiled.
"Of course. I should go down and help Nate out with explaining to Chuck. He doesn't understand anything if it comes from a guy."
Blair laughed and nodded. Serena left Blair's room. Blair sat on the bed. This is going to be one long summer, she thought.
Serena descended down the stairs and walked into the kitchen. Chuck was sitting calmly at the kitchen table. Nate was busy pouring them ice tea. Serena sighed and sat next to Chuck at the table. He looked over at her.
"You could have told me she was coming."
"Don't you start with me. She had every right to come here. She didn't want to go back to New York and see the guy that broke her heart."
Chuck sighed. Serena was right. She was almost always right and that's what he hated about her. He took a deep breath before turning to her.
"You didn't tell her about, well you know, the reason I couldn't go?"
"No Chuck, because unlike you I care about her feelings."
And with that Serena got up from the table. She walked upstairs and into her room. She slammed the door behind her and fell onto her bed.
This is going to be a long summer, she thought.
