Hey there! First of all, I'm very sorry for the long wait. I'm really trying to raise my Algebra grade. So anyway, in this chapter, you'll find another Waldorf nightmare. And as usual, it's based on a classic film. The film that I used for this nightmare is Casablanca. The scene that I used here is the last scene, the one that takes place at the airport, when Rick Blaine (Humphrey Bogart) tells Ilsa Lund (Ingrid Bergman) that she has to leave Casablanca with her husband, Victor Laszlo (Paul Henreid), despite the fact that they're still in love with each other. This particular scene is also one of the most iconic scenes in American Film History. So...yeah. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl.

"The worst thing you can do for love is deny it."
~Anonymous

The minute Blair arrived home, she immediately regretted asking for Chuck's help. Talking to him on the phone just made her think that she wouldn't be able to tolerate him. She was Blair Waldorf. She can get Nate and Serena together on her own.

And now the only thing to worry about now is telling him that she will no longer need his help. Well, maybe she can do that tomorrow. Right now, she needed rest. Yes, rest. A nice hot bath, a nice movie (My Fair Lady, maybe?) and a good night's sleep. Yep, just what she needed.

It was late one windy night and a black Rolls-Royce drove down airport where a private plane could be seen, apparently boarding a few passengers. Blair got off the car, and instantly felt the breeze of the cold night air on her face and neck. The breeze was consistent, never once stopping, just like the light fog that came with it. She closed the car door behind her and noticed she wasn't the only one who was in the car. Two blondes-a man and a woman also got off the car, the man closing the door behind them. They were both quite tall, and beautiful. The woman had long flowing hair and they both had bright blue eyes. He was wearing a long dark coat and she was wearing a double-breasted coat which fell just above her knees. There was also another man who came with them, wearing a beige trench coat and a brown homburg.

The man in the trench coat and homburg approached the man who had been driving the car. "Have your man go with them and take care of their luggage," he said.

"Certainly, whatever you say," he replied, and approached a man in uniform who was standing outside the radio tower.

"Find their luggage and put it on the plane," he told him.

The man in uniform saluted. "Oui, monsieur," he replied in a French accent, turned to the two blondes and said, "zis way, please," and walked towards the direction of the airplane. The two blondes glanced at Blair before following the man.

Blair looked turned to the other two men. The man in the trench coat gave the driver, who she now noticed was also in uniform, what appeared to be exit visas. "If you don't mind, you fill in the names, that'll make it even more official," he said as the driver took the papers from his hand.

The driver smirked a little. "You think of everything, don't you?" he said, and walked to the nearest table to write down their names.

The man in the trench coat continued, "In the names of Nathaniel Archibald, Serena van der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf."

This took Blair by surprise. She took a step forward. "But...why my name, Chuck?" she asked.

He turned to face her and stepped closer to her. "Because you're getting on that plane," he said. It was more of an order than a request. He was just a few inches taller than her, quite handsome, actually. His brown homburg cast a shadow over his eyes, making him look like some sort of secret agent.

"What? B-but, I don't understand, what about you?" Blair asked him, as if she really wanted him to go with them on the plane.

"I'm staying here for a while," he said.

"No, Chuck," She said, stomping her foot as a sign of impatience. "What happened? Last night you said-"

But he interrupted her. "Last night, we said a lot of things. You said I was to do the thinking for both of us, and it all adds up to one thing: You're getting on that plane to New York where you belong."

"But, Chuck I-"

"Now you have to listen to me, you wouldn't have anything to look forward to if you stayed here in Paris with me. You're much better off with Matthew in New York."

"You're only saying this to make me go," Blair said.

"I'm saying it because it's true," he said, looking deep into her eyes and taking hold of her arm, their faces only inches apart. "If that plane leaves the ground and you're not on it, you'll regret it,"

Blair tried to protest, but she was cut off again.

"Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life."

Her eyes started to fill with tears. "But what about us?"

He looked into both of her eyes. "We'll always have Paris." He had some sort of softness on his face as he said this, the kind of softness you would never find in the heart of a man like him. It was then that Blair heard beautiful music, but she didn't know where it was coming from.

She managed to give him a small smile. Slowly, the moved closer to him, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and when she pulled back ever so slowly, it left a tingling sensation on her lips, like it always did.

They looked into each other's eyes for what felt like hours, when they heard the sound of the airplane engine starting. "Miss Waldorf," came the voice of the man who escorted the two blondes to the airplane, making Chuck and Blair turn to look at him. "Ze plane is about to leave."

They looked at each other once more, knowing that this would be the last time they would see each other. Blair was no longer able to hold back her tears and looked down as they fell from her eyes.

Chuck saw this and lifted her chin up with his finger, making her look at him again. "Now, now," he said softly. He gave her a small smile. "Here's looking at you, kid."

She smiled back at him and wiped away her tears. She looked down and took hold of his hand. He lifted their intertwined hands to his face and kissed her hand. She took a deep breath. "Goodbye, Chuck."

"Goodbye, Blair," he replied. She started walking away, even if their fingers were still intertwined, as if she was taking him with her to the airplane, even though they both knew very well that he couldn't go with her. Slowly, he let go of her hand, and she gave him another sad smile before walking to the airplane.

Blair awoke with a jerk. She slowly sat up and removed her sleeping mask. Little by little, she put together the events that happened in her dream, as frames from the dream itself played in her head like a movie. She sighed with a smile. Casablanca. One of her favourite movies, despite the fact that Audrey Hepburn was not in it. But then she remembered that there was something quite odd about that movie. Not only because of the fact that she was playing Ingrid Bergman, who portrays Ilsa Lund (she never really imagined herself as Ingrid Bergman, but then again, she always was the leading lady in her dreams), but also because Humphrey Bogart wasn't playing Rick Blaine...and Matthew wasn't playing Rick either...the one who portrayed Rick Blaine in the dream was...was...Ohmigod. The smile on her face vanished in the blink of an eye when she realized that the man who took the place of Humphrey Bogart was Chuck Bass.

She shuddered in complete and totally unadulterated disgust. Oh God. Of all the men in all the towns in all the world-Oh great, I'm doing it again. I've gotta stop watching Humphrey Bogart movies.

Taking a deep breath, she turned around to look at her clock. Her eyes widened. Holy. Shit. She was beyond late. Well, not exactly late, but she barely had any time to get ready.

"Miss Blair! Miss Blair!" Blair heard the voice of Dorota as she knocked on her bedroom door. "Miss Blair, are you ready? You better hurry, or you will be late."

And with that, she quickly got up and rushed to her bathroom.

Around ten minutes later, she got out of her bathroom, fixed her hair as quickly as possible, opened her closet and got her school uniform, putting it on as fast as she could. After dressing up, she took one last look at the mirror, grabbed her purse and hurried out of her bedroom.

She rushed down the stairs, and saw Dorota standing at the foot of the stairs. "Miss Blair, what about breakfast?" she asked as Blair ran.

"I can't! I don't have time!" Blair said. And then, as she ran, Dorota noticed something from the corner of her eye. The zipper of Blair's blouse (which was at the side) was unzipped, showing Blair's white undershirt on the spot where it was open. Unfortunately for Blair, she had already gotten out before Dorota was able to warn her about her unzipped blouse.

All this just because of a stupid dream, she thought. I'll never watch Casablanca again for as long as I'll live. And how could she even have dreamt of Casablanca when she watched My Fair Lady before sleeping? Blair rolled her eyes at the thought.

She continued walking until she got out of the building and hailed for a taxi.

But not a single taxi stopped to pick her up. She tried again. Still, none of the taxis noticed.

She checked her watch. She still had five minutes to go. And after much debating if she should take a taxi or walk to school, she decided to walk. Fast.

Damn those cabs. No one ignores Blair Waldorf.

A few steps later, a black limousine started to follow her, and in no less than two seconds, she saw the window slide down from her peripheral vision, looked to her side and saw Chuck smirking at her.

"Care for a ride?" he smirked. Oh God. By 'ride', he better mean on his car.

She flashed him a fake smile. "No thank you," she said. But the car continued following her.

"You sure?" he asked, a devilish look in his eyes. "You'll be late."

"I'd rather be late than hitch a ride with you," she said bitchily.

"Come on," he persisted. "You'll ruin your shoes."

And then she heard the splashing of water and felt cold water dampening her stockings and feet, seeping inside her $400 Tory Burch flats. She looked down and saw that she just stepped on a puddle. Please be rain water...please be rain water. She looked at Chuck and saw that his smirk got even wider.

She sighed in defeat. "Fine," she said, and his smirk widened and he opened the car door, allowing her to get in.

Spotted: B hitching a ride with C

She got in, closed the door, and he scooted a little. They rode in silence for a few minutes. Then, from the corner of his eye, Chuck saw the unzipped portion of her blouse. He didn't know whether to tell her or to just...zip it himself. Finally he had made his decision. He was going to zip it up.

Slowly, both of his hands went forward, one holding the blouse in place and the other zipping it up.

This made Blair yelp in surprise. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Chuck looked up to see her face. She was looking at him as though he was some kind of psycho rapist. Is he trying to undress me?

"Just trying to help," he replied.

"With what?" she demanded.

Chuck, seeing that she was angry, replied, "Look, if I were you, I'd check if I've zipped everything up," he scooted back to his place.

Blair looked down at the zipper on her side. He had zipped it. Crap. She must've forgotten to do so when she left her house in a hurry. It was then that Blair realized that she had stupidly jumped to conclusions. She looked down at her soaked shoes. "I – I'm sorry...Thanks for...helping," she said quietly.

"You're welcome," he replied, just as quietly.

Moments of awkward silence passed by when Blair noticed that they were near the museum. She broke the silence. "You can just drop me off at the steps," she told him.

"Arthur," he told the driver. "Pull over here."

The limousine came to a stop in front of the steps, and Blair got off the vehicle without so much as a word. As the limo drove off, she looked over at the steps and saw her minions Penelope, Hazel, Nelly and Isabel waiting for her. Their faces lit up when they saw her, and they scurried over to her.

"Blair!" Penelope said. "Finally, we thought you'd never get here."

Before Blair was able to reply, Hazel interjected. "Omigod, was that just Chuck Bass's limo that you rode?"

"Yes, but I-"

"You're not having sex with him, are you?" Penelope asked.

Blair scoffed. "Gross! Watch your words, Penelope, otherwise, your MAC lip gloss won't be worth applying," she said, rolling her eyes at Penelope's stupidity. "Actually, I'm doing some business with him."

Isabel raised an eyebrow. "Business? What kind of business?"

Blair wore a smug look. "We're getting Nate and Serena together."

Their jaws dropped. "Wait, Nate and Serena?" Nelly asked. "I-I thought they already were together."

And then, as if on cue, Nate and Serena appeared, and Serena gave him a hug before walking away as the five of them watched. Blair sighed. "I know, even I thought so. Poor little things, they just don't realize how daft they're being."

It was almost the end of the day and Blair hadn't eaten a single meal yet. Her mother was coming home from Paris in a few days, and she wanted to make sure she looked perfect for her toughest judge. She was starving, so hungry that she could actually feel herself trembling. But she ignored it.

Before she was about to leave school, she noticed Chuck walking towards her direction. Great. What does he need to zip up this time?

"Waldorf," he said. "So when do we take action?"

"Look, I don't really think that we should...do this," she said, trying not to sound exhausted.

He drew a look of confusion on his face.

Blair tried to explain (even though she had no particular explanation to give him, besides the fact that she won't be able to tolerate him. Or so she thought.), but words weren't able to escape her mouth. Her head started spinning, and her knees felt weak.

"Waldorf, are you okay?" he asked.

"I...I..." she managed to say, before her knees gave in and her eyes rolled to the back of her head before closing. Everything went black.

End of second chapter. Again, I'm really sorry you guys had to wait a long time for me to post this. And though this chapter may or may not contain what you guys wanted it to have, tell me what you want to happen next, what you think will happen next, and what you think of this story so far. Basically the highlight of this chapter was Blair's nightmare...er, I mean dream. And if you've seen Casablanca, you'll notice that I've inserted Humphrey Bogart's immortal quotes in that seen, such as "Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life,", "We'll always have Paris,", and "Here's looking at you, kid." And, just in case you didn't notice, the two blondes in the dream were Nate and Serena. Oh! And the part where Blair wakes up and thinks to herself, "Of all the men in all the towns in all the world," was also taken from Bogart's quote in the movie, "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine." Please review! Reviews are what keep me writing.