I want to thank you all for your wonderful words. I'm so happy you guys like the story and the concept so far. I hope I can keep the momentum. I don't know how often I will be updating (real life can be annoying), but hopefully, it will be on a fairly regular basis. Once again, thank you so much for taking the time to read and review. It just means so much to me! :D
Note: Some references to sex, nothing explicit...yet...
I hope you enjoy! (As usual, all mistakes are mine and mine alone, but feel free to blame Schwartz if you want.)
She watched him go in, and then looked down at the bracelet she had almost forgotten. It had been her grandmother's, and Eleanor would have never forgiven her if she had left it in a random coffee shop. Apparently Humphrey had a least a basic notion of human decency. She put it back on as raindrops began to fall. She sighed loudly and ran towards a taxi that slowing down up the street. When she was about twenty feet away, Blair saw, out of the corner of her eye, a small child fussing and trying to pull away from his mother's hand. The mother tightened her grip and pulled the child closer to her. Blair focused her attention back ahead as she neared the taxi. She grabbed the handle and opened the door much to the chagrin of the man in the $2000 suit who was reaching towards the door as she slid in smoothly.
**B**
Blair decided to skip her last class and asked the driver to take her to the Empire. She leaned back in the seat and watched the rain drops streak down her window. She started smiling at the ridiculous clichéd nature of the scene- a bad day topped off with rain in the city. She felt the frustration start to slip away. Yes, another rejection was wearing, but it was nothing that sex, wine, and dinner with Chuck couldn't fix. She closed her eyes, thinking about what to wear tonight, and let the rain lull her into a light sleep until the driver's dry voice announced their arrival at the hotel.
The first thing she noticed was the perfume. It sharp, strong, and most importantly, not hers. Next were the the decidedly female moans blending with almost whispered male grunts. She took a deep breathe before quickly opening the door and stepping into the room. While she had an idea what she was going to see, she definitely was not expecting to see Georgina Sparks, straddling Chuck, head thrown back, and bellowing out the most fake orgasmic cry Blair had ever heard. She stood staring in equal parts horror, disgust, and amusement at the show before her. Finally, after what felt like hours, Chuck glanced her way.
"Blair!" Chuck called, trying to set up.
"It's Georgina darling, but if that's how you want it, then call me Blair." Georgina cooed, before pushing him back on the bed.
Chuck set up again and tried to move Georgina off of him.
"No, no. Don't stop on my account." Blair said, gesturing for the illicit pair to continue their activities.
"Oh, hello B." Georgina stood up and started dressing.
"So, how long has this been going on?" Blair's voice remained even.
"It was just a one time-" Chuck pleaded.
"Almost a year." Georgina corrected. "Actually, I am pretty surprised you haven't found out before. I think you're starting to slip B."
Blair cocked an eyebrow and continued to stare at Chuck.
"Well, this has been fun, but I have places to be, people to blackmail. Blair, I'd say 'sorry,' but we'd both know that would be a lie. Oh, one last thing. Chuck? The whispering is such a turn off. Well, ta-ta friends! I hope we can do this again sometime," she smiled her insincere smile, and gave a little finger wave as she exited the room.
Blair heard the elevator doors close, signaling Georgina's overdue departure. The silence stretched until Chuck began walking to her, begging her to listen.
"Blair, this was such a huge mistake. You weren't supposed to find out this way. I was planning on telling you. You had just been so busy with school and internships. I was so lonely, and Georgina was just there. You never had time for time for us anymore. I needed-" Chuck's whispered pleas stopped when Blair raised her hand.
"I have had a really bad day. I spilled juice on my favorite Louboutins this morning, was ten minutes late to my public relations class, twenty minutes listening to Serena gushing about how she never knew that she would be so successful at modeling, was rejected by yet another magazine, and, on top of that, I was pitied by Dan Humphrey. After my day of doom, I decided that I wanted nothing more than to spend time with my boyfriend, and walk in on him hilt deep in Georgina fucking Sparks." Blair's voice became increasingly cold and quiet as she went on.
"Blair, I'm so-" Chuck moved closer to her, and reached his hand out towards her.
The moment his fingers touched her skin, she felt her inner ice become lava. She pulled her arm back and slapped him as hard she possibly could. The impact took him by surprise, and he stumbled back. She followed his retreat, beating on his arms, chest, anything she could make contact with.
"You asshole! You heartless, cheating, fucking whispering asshole!" Each word was accented with a slap.
"Blair, please. Stop. Listen. Let's try to make this better. We are ChuckandBlair, BlairandChuck. We are more than this! You are more than this." He pleaded through winces of pain.
His words stopped her assault. This was stupid. They had been through so much together. She had chased him for a year before they got together, and once they had gotten together, she had put in so much effort being the perfect partner to an up and coming business mogul.
"You're right Chuck," she smiled and ran her fingers over his face.
He took a deep breath and smirked. "I knew you would finally see things my way."
Blair kneed him so hard in the groin that he cried out and fell back onto the mussed bed. "I am more than this. Bye Chuck." She turned and left him holding himself and gasping.
She hailed a taxi and asked him to take her to Marigold, a small Brooklyn bar she had allowed Amalia to take her on a pub crawl for research. She laid her head back and finally let the first tears begin to fall.