Ugh, sorry I haven't updated. I get really paranoid with this, and it's never always long enough for me. I don't even think this is long. Anyway, i'm not very happy with this but I hope you guise are. :) Thanks for all the reviews! :) -Andie
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or any of the characters.
She reeked of alcohol with a faint hint of smoke. The petite brunette stumbled into her best friend's bedroom drunkily as she let out a halfhearted laugh. The leggy blonde opened the lights and stared at her best friend for a moment. Her usual brown curls had fallen all over, her mascara had run and her lipstick was smudged.
It was quite a rare spectacle and in the eyes of a stranger, one would think the well mannered and perfect girl the brunette was supposed to be didn't exist. The girl who stood before Serena looked like she spent the night in some kind of prostitute house.
"B, what happened to you?" the blonde asked as she wrapped her arms around Blair. The brunette pulled away from her best friend's grasp and giggled.
"From B-b-r-"
"A bar?" Serena raised an eyebrow. She had often teased Blair about her low alcohol tolerance. Her best friend started dancing around the room in pure bliss.
"And Hum-hum-phreey was there too!" she exclaimed happily. "He said maybe and I said maybe and maybe maybe maybe maybeeeee."
"Maybe what?" she asked curiously, Blair sat down on the floor. "And please tell me why your hair looks like it has never touched shampoo?"
"Maybeeeeee." she giggled, as if she was taunting Serena. As if it was a secret, something of hers and Dan's. Which was odd to Serena for some reason. Dan and Blair shared mutual feelings of hate towards each other. Differing in levels of emotional rage ofcourse, but it was still hate due to each of their own shallow reasons. "And I ran in the rain, S!"
She frowned at Blair for a moment. "In the rain? You might get sick, B and what time is it? It's four thirty in the morning."
The brunette just stared and looked completely oblivious.
"You're drunk and I don't even know how you got here in your state of mind. You need to rest, Blair."
"Can we get some Poptarts and orange juice first?" Blair begged as she flashed her sad puppy dogs eyes. As tired as Serena was Blair and Poptarts were always two things she can never resist.
(And bescause who could resist drunk Blair? Drunk Blair was always cooler than normal Blair.)
"Ok, but we have to be really quiet. You know Chuck needs his beauty sleep." Serena whispered, the brunette shook her head and slipped off her Marc Jacobs.
"No, we have to wake up Chuck because he's fun and he can tell us where the Poptarts are! Come on, i'll wake him up. It's going to be really fun!" she exclaimed, getting on her tip-toes as she ran out the room before the blonde had a chance to say anything.
She giggled as a disgruntled Chuck Bass was pulled out of his room by the drunken Blair Waldorf.
"I'm Chuck Bass." he rasped, rubbing his eye with his free-hand. "I'm Chuck Bass...I'm Chuck Bass..."
"And apparently, you're half asleep." Serena laughed. "Blair wants you to eat Poptarts with us."
"It's four in the morning, I don't even get up this early for school." he frowned, staring at the hand which was clasped around his wrist. She could imagine it, their inevitable electricity flowing with every little touch. How they felt something but denied every ounce of it.
How Chuck flinched everytime it happened and how Blair tried not to look affected. She loved to watch them, the way they reacted to every little movement.
The brunette pulled the boy downstairs quickly and Serena watched them from the top of the staircase. Their never ending song playing out in her head. They were like two parrallel poles who managed to intersect in the middle. Chuck and Blair were mythic and legendary. They were chemically imbalanced but had perfect chemistry.
Chuck and Blair, two people who were lost in their own worlds but somehow found their way into each other's heart. They were Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck. The worst thing they ever did was to love each other.
A noise came from the kitchen, Serena hoped the two haven't murdered each other yet. She found Blair sitting on top of the granite counter top with her legs dangling at the edge with Chuck in the middle. Serena giggled, seeing as both were covered in flour.
"What happened?" she raised her eyebrow.
"She wanted to bake Poptarts, you can't bake Poptarts." Chuck's mouth formed a pout, the flour on his cheek formed little fingertips that Serena knew belonged to Blair. "That's why they're called Poptarts."
Blair's smile had faded into a frown. "There wasn't any cherry and I want Cherry. So I told Chuck we should bake our own."
"And then she threw flour on my face."
Serena giggled. "It's a nice color on you, Chuck."
"If you like it so much then why don't you try it!" Blair exclaimed, tossing a handfull of flour in Serena's direction.
"Blair!" Serena exclaimed giddily, coughing up puffs of smoke.
Blair giggled and stepped down. "Now you two match!"
"Let's get her?" Chuck offered, Serena took his hand and smiled as she pulled him towards the happy brunette. Blair had always been the one for action plans, she was the one who had always prepared for everything. Everything from the colors of her headbands to how many calories she would eat before she had the urge to puke it all out.
But right now, Blair Waldorf was clueless and in a mess. She was in state of complete drunkeness where every color and number of calories didn't matter to her. She was to simply say, defenceless.
The brunette scurried into the living room as she her tiny feet stepped upon Lily van der Woodsen-Bass' pristine couch. "The floor is lava!" the blonde's best friend amended as if it were the most important thing in the world.
"No, it's not!" Chuck frowned as he let go off Serena's hand and ran after Blair.
"You're burning!"
"The floor is not lava!" Chuck called, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. A flinch as expected but he didn't let go. He pulled the brunette back as they landed on the couch with a loud plop.
Blair had tried to squirm. "You're cheating!"
"Blair! Come on, I thought you wanted some orange juice?" Serena smiled as sweetly as she can. "And i'll get you cherry Poptarts in the morning?"
"Can you just bring it here? I'm tired." Blair answered with a yawn as she lied down on Chuck's chest.
"As you wish."
"You're a mess." Serena heard Chuck whisper as she walked towards the kitchen. "You're a mess, Blair." he said again.
"Am I losing?"
"Never."
"Good, 'cause you're not either." Blair mumbled. "Were really good at games." She wasn't really sure if Blair was talking about the floor is lava or their own game.
The game they would never lose and never win. The game that pulled them together and broke them apart.
"M'hm."
"Chuck?" She whispered, softly and slowly. It was followed by a 'mm?' from Chuck. "Don't ever let go."
"I won't, I promise." he smiled, Serena watched him kiss her head slowly. If it wasn't love they felt, then she didn't know what love was.
Dan Humphrey was hungover, confused and pissed. Mostly pissed because the petite brunnette he had supposedly spent the night with had left with no explanation on what happened. He was pissed because he wanted to know, he was pissed because she couldn't just leave without a note or a text or something.
(Not that he cared, he was done playing Archer and maybe she was done with playing Countess Oleska.)
Where was she? (But really, he was far from caring.) Maybe she just went home to change. (And there was that maybe again. He hated maybe because he knew maybe meant no, atleast to Blair, but maybe it meant yes and maybe-)
He hated her. (Maybe not.)
He was really unsure but he wanted to be sure. Dear Lord, he needed some more Tylenol. The elevator doors of the Palace dinged open. It was Sunday and it was tradition-as of a week ago-that Humphrey's and van der Woodsen's and Bass (note singular noun.) spend quality time together by having Sunday brunch which was apparently quaint but also-apparently-very Upper East Side. (According to Jenny atleast.)
So today, he decided to be early (because the Loft totally didn't remind him of last night and Blair and how she touched him and how she let him touch her.)
Upon entering the suite, he found the brunette lying asleep on the couch with Chuck Bass' arms around her.
He should've known. It was just another one of her games, he was just a one night stand. It was stupid of him to think it meant something, he was a drunken mistake.
"Dan." It was Serena's voice, he turned his attention away from the two and looked up at the blonde who was standing atop of the stairs.
"H-hey. When did Blair get here?" He tried not to sound concerned, but he was.
"Oh yeah, she said she was with you last night at a...bar?" She lied, she lied about it all. About the maybe's and the kissing and-
"Yeah...she left. When-how did she get here?"
"Dan Humphrey, are you concerned for Blair Waldorf?" she asked mockingly.
"No." Yes. "I just, I thought-" she wouldn't leave me. "That...she wouldn't make it home." he mumbled, looking down at his shoes. He was pissed, and he wished he didn't believe her but he was caught off guard and maybe she was too and it happened. They were weak and confused, and it happened.
"Well, she made it here at four in the morning. I don't even know how she got here, she was soo drunk."
He scratched his head and stared at Blair. How serene she looked with Chuck, how happy. "Well, atleast she got here without a scratch."
"Huh, you know Blair." I don't.
"Well, i'm here for...erm...brunch."
Serena raised her eyebrow. "Funny, you're usually late." She started walking down the stairs and Dan wanted to kiss her, he wanted to feel her in his arms. (because if Blair had Chuck, maybe Dan could have Serena.)
"I was late last time."
"M'hm but you're ridiculously early today."
"Yeah?" he asked, watching the brunette get up from the couch.
"Humphrey?" she groaned as she rubbed her eyes slowly.
"I'm Chuck Bass." the boy behind her mumbled, keeping his arms around the tiny girl's waist.
"No, it's Humphrey? What're you doing here?" she asked, pulling away from Chuck.
"Brunch."
"Oh. I'll...be on my way then." she mumbled, her brown eyes looking into his as she bit her lip.
"Stay." Chuck grinned, getting up. Dan wanted to punch him because he spent the night with Blair and he was supposed to be the one with his arms around the brunette that he (maybe) didn't even like. He was supposed to be the one telling the brunette to stay because he knew she was going to regret the night and leave him. (No, actually he didn't because he was drunk that night.)
He should've expected it.
"Don't let Humphrey's presence interfere."
"Chivalry is dead, Chuck." she deadpanned, her eyes avoiding his now. "Eleanor will be wondering where I am."
"No, you should stay." We need to talk.
"I'm going."
"I'll walk you out." Dan offered because he really wanted to talk to her about last night.
"Like I said, chivalry is dead." she frowned, kissing the blonde's cheek. Blair ran towards the elevator and bit her lip before the doors opened with a sudden loud ding. Dan wanted to run after her and punch the wall and ask her why she left him and why she lied but he was too late.
