Summary: Completely Utterly AU "To wear that ring would mean that I've accepted the fact that I'm getting married in a few days…I'm not ready to accept that." Chair featuring Nair
Things to know: Blair and Chuck have never met, Blair marrying Nate, and the timeline of the season does not matter. Inspired by the song: Somebody To Love by Queen (not Leighton Meester).
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot :) This sort of like my 2nd attempt at a song fic (the first was deleted short after posting) I'm trying, again, something that is way out of my comfort zone.
Thank You: C. for the encouragement! and Isa for helping put the lyrics in this fic.
Somebody to Love
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
I wanted to love Nathaniel Archibald, really I did. There were so many things that made it easy to fall in love with him. It was in the way he smiled or the twinkle in his eye when he stared at me. Nathaniel was prim, proper and the perfect gentleman. I often found myself pleading to love him back the same way he loved me. However, there was something terribly wrong with him.
He was stale and closed off. He lacked what I considered charisma, charm or at least a sense of humor. It almost made it impossible for us to have a conversation that did not have to do with the weather and other nonsensical things. I, Blair Cornelia Waldorf, found out very quickly that I would never love him ever. Yes, I would stay with him—but never love him.
On the day he asked me to marry him, it turned into the worst day of my existence and the minute I said 'yes' I knew that life was over.
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Melodramatic? You ask. Hardly. To enter a marriage without love? That is the greatest tragedies of all time. I had spent most of my life waiting for someone to whisk me away and be free form all the simplicities of life. Nate made me see reality and I quickly woke up from that ridiculous and beautiful dream. I was doom to be miserable and I quickly accepted that small and tedious fact.
I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own -
I get down on my knees
As the wedding approached I found myself growing weaker.
How did I end up here? Where had I gone wrong? To wonder forever in a loveless marriage to a man who wasn't the right one. Is that how I ended up shameless lower-Eastside bar? Waiting and praying for the answers to come while drinking my sorrows away. I was pathetic.
While there was movement all around me, all I seemed to care about was my emanate end. It was the easier to believe that there was no hope for poor little me than to image a lifetime being married to him. Was the thought so heinous, so unbearable that I had resorted to drinking?
I vaguely remembered someone asking me to dance with them and I immediately refuse—on principle, of course. He was growing rather wary of my rejection and moved on to another poor defenseless girl. I heard someone beside me snigger at the man whom I rejected. I turned slightly to face this stranger.
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord - somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me - somebody to love?
Now I may have been drinking—more than I probably should have—but this man was beautiful. There weren't any flaws to be seen. He had perfect sculpture cheekbones and exotic brown eyes, and those lips. My eyes linger on this beautiful stranger longer than they should have. I quick turned away.
"What is a gorgeous girl like you doing in a slump like this?" he asked. His voice was silky and smooth. When I did not reply he continued, "The silent type I see."
"Not silent," I disagreed, unable to hold my tongue. "I just would like to be left in peace."
"I'm Chuck, Chuck Bass," he introduced himself. I ignored this man, like did with the others before him. He would eventually take the hint and move on, that much was certain.
"And you are?" he pressed on.
Everyday - I try and I try and I try -
But everybody wants to put me down
They say I'm goin' crazy
I rolled my eyes. "Not interested." Although part of me was very curious about the man sitting next to me. I could feel him staring and I could tell he wasn't giving up. I was tempted to show him my engagement ring—that I conveniently left in my purse—so that he would leave me alone. But the though of this stranger leaving, sadden me.
"I could easily find out you know."
And before I could stop myself I asked the obvious question, "How?" I glanced at him and his feature changed. I don't even know how to describe it; it was almost like he was fascinated by me.
"I know the owner of this bar," he said proudly and that put a small smile on my face.
"Do you now?" I tried to sound bored, "Well I doubt that even he knows who I am."
"I'm sure he does, he knows everyone," he was cocky that was certain, "So save me the trouble from asking my good friend, Dan, and please tell me your name."
"It's Blair." That's all he would get from me, besides it's not like he would remember me, right?
"Is that like Madonna?" he teased, "or is there more to it than that?"
"There's always more," I said softly, "but for now you will just have to satisfy by the information that I have given you." Which wasn't much if I was being honest with him.
I quickly stood up and added, "It was nice meeting you, Chuck Bass." I smirk and left him wondering who I was and where I came from. It was better this way. Really it was, or at least I tried to convince myself that it was.
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
Got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe
I stood outside waiting for a cab—even though Nate had insisted that I take the town car wherever I went. Which was really ridicules since I had my own way of getting around. Thinking of Nate made me think about the upcoming wedding. It was near impossible not to think about the dreadful event. Then I remembered a small, minor detail. I left my purse in the bar with the Vanderbilt ring inside.
My eyes quickly widen at the realization. I turned back and smack into someone. I looked up and there stood Chuck. He smiled down at me with my purse in my purse in his hand. I looked grateful and tried to take it back.
Oh Lord
Somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
"What no reward?" he smirk and I melted. I simply stood there and stared at him blankly. It was very un-Waldorf of me.
"Thank you now please hand over my purse so that I may leave." I tried again to grab a hold of my purse and he pulled away yet again.
"Reward first," he taunted, "then I'll consider giving it back you."
"What on earth could you possibly want?" I was agitated.
"Last name." That was all he said.
I considered how I would answer that. In a few days it wouldn't be Waldorf anymore it would be Archibald. I frowned and answered, "Archibald. Blair Archibald."
"You don't sound too sure of that answer," he noticed. I tried to shake the feeling of sadness that had overpowered me in the last few seconds. That would be my new name, Blair Cornelia Archibald. I frowned again, that did not sound right by any means. I didn't want to be an Archibald.
"It's Waldorf." I answered truthfully, "Archibald is... my fiancé name."
As the words left my mouth I noticed his face crumple. The beautiful stranger was hurt and I was the caused behind it.
Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat
I'm ok, I'm alright
"Where's the ring?' he asked curiously. It was a wonder why he was still standing in front of me. I sighed and reached out for the purse, only this time he didn't pull back. I searched for the insignificant Vanderbilt ring and when I found it I handed it to him. It seemed a little too intimate for someone whom I've only known for an hour or so.
He reached out for it an examined it. "Why aren't you wearing it?"
"To wear that ring would mean that I've accepted the fact that I'm getting married in a few days," I spoke with such honesty, "I'm not ready to accept that."
Ain't gonna face no defeat
I just gotta get out of this prison cell
Someday I'm gonna be free, Lord!
"Then why get married at all?" I wondered that question myself.
"Goodnight Chuck." I took the ring from him and walked away. Who knows if I'd ever see that handsome devil again.
Find me somebody to love
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
AN: Because somewhere in my brain/heart I secretly love, love angst a little more than fluff from time to time. Besides if two people are destine to be together they will end up together regardless of what stands in their way. Just a metaphor for life :)
Oh CTB story front: My laptop crashing must have affected me more than I let on, but rest assure that I have every intention of continuing it, even if it kills me. Oi, ok but if you want to see something in CTB let me know or just a suggestion then I will be more than happy to hear it.
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