A/N: The story takes place after 1x10, where Chuck is on his way to the airport after leaving the ball. Oneshot. Read and Review!
FIRST FANFIC EVER! & FIRST SONGFIC! BE GENTLE! and the songs are Rehab and Cry by Rihanna.
Baby, baby
When we first met
I never felt something so strong
You were like my lover
And my best friend
All wrapped into one
With a ribbon on it
And all of a sudden
you went and left
I didn't know how to follow
It's like a shock
That spun me around
And now my heart's dead
I feel so empty and hollow
Chuck stared out the window of his black limousine, trying not to think about what he had just witnessed at the debutante ball. Blair had used him, the way he had used all the other girls he slept with. It was just for pleasure, no feelings attached. But with Blair, it had been different. For some reason, Chuck had a tiny stab of hope that maybe Blair had felt those same butterflies too. Evidently after the events that happened at the ball, she clearly did not.
And I'll never give myself to another
The way I gave it to you
Don't even recognize
The ways you hurt me, do you?
It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back
And you're the one to blame
He tried not to think about the first time he and Blair had sex. It was right here, in this very limousine, and Chuck could almost see the two of them together in the limo again. At first he didn't want to leave town, choosing to first go to Victrola and meet one of his ladies like he did whenever he was bored. But no matter how hard he tried to forget her, every girl slowly morphed into Blair, with her espresso colored curls and her pretty brown eyes. After staring blankly at the girls on stage at Victrola and letting some petite blonde kiss him, he got up and left. To make matters worse, he passed by a newsstand and the New York Times caught his eye. There on the first page was Blair, dressed up in that gorgeous silver fishtail gown, standing next to Nate Archibald, his best friend. Chuck would like to label Nate as his former best friend, but he really couldn't do that. Although maybe Nate wasn't the best boyfriend for Blair, wait, scratch that. Maybe Nate is the worst boyfriend ever for Blair, he still supported Chuck through thick and thin. The thing that really made Chuck cave and decide to go was when Nate winked at him when he was making out with Blair. Chuck grimaced when he did that. It just looked so perverted. And Chuck knew perverted. He was born perverted, but honestly, nothing looked worst than Nate winking at him like that. It looked as though Nate thought Blair was a prize, and he had won. And Blair Waldorf was no fucking prize. She was way more than that. And Chuck Bass knew that. Nate Archibald didn't. And she chose him.
I'm not the type to get my heart broken
I'm not the type to get upset and cry
Cause i never leave my heart open
Never hurts me to say goodbye
Relationships don't get deep to me
Never got the whole in love thing
And someone can say they love me truly
But at the time it didn't mean a thing
This time was different
Felt like I was just a victim
And it cut me like a knife
When you walked out of my life
Now I'm, in this condition
And I've, got all the symptoms
Of a boy with a broken heart
But no matter what you'll never see me cry
One day she'll realize she needs him just as much he needs her. But all she's left with is a 'what if'.