A/N: OK so as you know i already have the first 5 chaps done but i didn't want to post an update until i got another on writing. unfortunately for me i have been feeling rather.. uninspired to write anything at all. I'm working on a one shot as well, that is taking longer than expected due to lack of enthusiasm. an update for AWTH will be posted when i eventually get the new chapter finished. anywho, here ya go. chap 1. its named after the song "fashion" by lady gaga. i was disappointed in the lack of response the story brought. i loved it as soon as i thought of it. but its cool I'm really glad some of you have the same love for twisted things as i do. hope you like it! tell me what you think!
It was the night everyone had been waiting for, the Shepard wedding. The New York Times had announced that it was to be the wedding of the century, people had been counting down the days on their calendars' ever since. It was said to have cost a fortune, it was sure to be the talk of the town for years to come. Everyone who was anyone would be in attendance, including a few celebrities and seasons hottest designers. Needless to say, well respected USE families were no different. Van der Woodsen, Archibald, Waldorf, and Bass were some of the first families to appear on guest list.
Which was one the reasons Blair was currently appraising her appearance in the mirror. She may or may not have been a little tipsy, (after drowning her loneliness in a bottle a bottle of clear vodka) while trying to find the perfect mixture between hot and classy. She had tried on an electric blue strapless dress, a greenish teal gown, and a gold halter. While they were all very gorgeous, not to mention expensive, they just didn't feel right for the occasion. Flipping through the selection again, her eyes caught sight of a red dress hanging in the back of her closet. Pulling it out, giving the Veneta a once over, she smiled, perfect. Carefully she stepped into the dress, zipping up the back once it was on. It was a strapless dress, similar to the first gown's design. It was made from the finest of silk's, had a tight corset like top decorated with tiny diamond like stones all over it, at the waistline it proofed out slightly, falling to her knees. It was bold and fierce, just like Blair, but it wasn't too over the top. Smiling at herself she decided on what shoes would match, she quickly went to retrieve them from her shoe rack. Sliding on her leopard print open toe Milano Blahnik's, she did a full spin in the mirror. She had decided to leave her hair down, sweeping it all to one side to expose her cream colored neck as she tucked a brown head band into her perfect curls. Double checking her make up, she grabbed her brown vintage Chanel clutch (after sliding in a few mini bottles) as she headed downstairs' to meet her parents'.
The teens were to remain seated with their families during the ceremony. Scanning the crowd for her friends, since she wouldn't get to talk to them until the reception, she was disappointed to find out they had been separated. The Van der Woodsen's and the Basses had been seated on the groom's side due to family connections, Serena and her family sat closer to the front while Chuck and his dad were seated in the back. Since both Anne and Eleanor were friends of the lovely bride to be, the Waldorf's and the Archibald's on the bride's side. Unfortunately for Blair, she was seated directly in front of Nate Archibald, the only heir to the Vanderbilt fortune. Serena spotted Blair and smiled brightly as she waved, returning the wave she smiled back until her best friend received a text. Her smile widened as she read the message. Looking up from her phone the blonde focused on her boyfriend a few rows behind her; she blew him a kiss before turning back around to watch the ceremony. Blair frowned as the familiar sting of jealousy overcame her.
"You look hot B," Nate whispered in her ear. He had leaned so far up in his chair that she could practically feel him breathing on the back of her neck.
She tried to pretend she hadn't noticed he was there, which proved to be a difficult task since he kept trying to win her attention. He frowned when she didn't respond. He decided to take on a different approach.
"I can't wait to see what your wearing underneath that gown of yours," he smarmed, tracing a finger along her bare shoulder blade.
She jerked away from his touch, inwardly cringing as she scoffed. Her mother turned to give her a stern look of disapproval before returning her attention to the vows being read, causing Blair to blush a deep crimson in embarrassment.
"What B, you don't want to play today?" he questioned, pushing a piece of fallen hair back into place.
"If you don't refrain from touching me Archibald It will be the last thing you ever do," she threatened in a low voice as she kept her back to him.
"Is that a promise?" Nate drawled raising his eye brows that she couldn't see in question.
"You're disgusting, find someone else to annoy," she hissed quietly, making sure that her mother would not hear.
"Hmm but I so enjoy annoying you," he teased, finally sitting back in his seat.
The ceremony it's self had proved to be much too long for the teens liking. Especially for Blair, it seemed to just lag on and on. Another reason to hate weddings, you pour hundreds of thousands dollars into wasting your time and boring people to death with a lengthily ceremony, just to find yourself going through a divorce in the end, usually shortly after the honeymoon. If the happy couple were really lucky they may last 5 years max, before they get pregnant and the husbands develops a thing for his secretary and starts fucking her on his desk between meetings. Then when the husband stops sleeping with the wife, the wife has an affair with her yoga instructor just after the first child's birth. That's just how things go in the Upper East Side, marriage, unless it was for money, was never expected to last.
Blair had never been so relieved for something to finally be over. Once the newly married couple had been introduced to society as Mr. and Mrs. Sheppard, they announced to the crowd that the reception would take place at The Palace. Filling out of the church and into their town cars, they followed the 'just married' limo to party.
Upon arrival she spotted her best friend standing in a group of people, boyfriend included, being the center of attention as always. She was wearing a yellow frilly gown, looking as though she had just walked off a run way instead of coming from a wedding. She was smiling and laughing at whatever was being said by one of her own minions. She decided it was best to get a drink before being subject to the side lines. Walking to the bar she ordered a cranberry juice. She looked around the room to see if there was anyone else she knew as she waited for her request to be fulfilled.
"Looking for me?" the very familiar voice of Nate asked standing behind her.
"You really don't know when to take no for an answer do you?" she sighed, well there goes avoiding the creepy douche bag.
"Still playing hard to get I see," he asked smiling at her as the bartender sat a glass of juice in front of her.
"I'm not playing, leave me alone. I'm not interested, find someone else." Blair glared, snatching her drink as she turned and walked off to enjoy the party.
She would be back, they always were, Nate assured himself as he left the bar in search of Chuck.
Finding a deserted corner, Blair pulled the two mini bottles out of her clutch. Pouring the vodka into her cranberry juice she stirred it around to get it to mix properly. It would be strong, she knew that, but at the rate that the party had been going it wouldn't be strong enough.
"Chuck, my man," Nate smiled upon finding his best friend with his super hot blonde girlfriend.
"Nathaniel, drinking already I see," he smirked, eyeing the glass.
"Hey man, times are rough," the blonde joked, taking a sip of his whiskey.
"Oh please," Serena interrupted, rolling her eyes at her friend's dramatics.
"Seriously! You're friends a bitch," Nate informed her smoothly, looking around for his newest potential bed mate.
"Blair's here?" the couple asked in union.
"Yeah, last I saw her she was at the bar," he stated, still annoyed that she wasn't planning to give it up anytime soon.
"Oh dear god," Serena groaned as chuck rolled his eyes.
"Classy. Leave it to Waldorf to get drunk at the social event of the year. For a girl that doesn't like to cause a scene she sure likes to shoot her reputation to hell," Chuck stated.
"I better go find her," Serena sighed, kissing her boyfriend on the lips as she walked off in search of her friend.
Nate watched her from behind, checking out the second thing on his list of can't have's for the night.
"Drink?" he offered, focusing on his friend.
"No, you know how Serena gets when I drink in public," he frowned, pissed that he had to say no.
"Come on, what S doesn't know wont hurt her," Nate persuaded, not willing to take no for an answer.
Chuck looked at the glass, the crowd, and then back. He knew it would be a while before his girlfriend returned.
"Why the hell not," he consented.
Nate handed him an empty tumbler from a near by table, opening his jacket pocket he pulled out a flask. Filling the glass to the rim, he smiled raising a toast, Chuck clinked his glass, smirking as he brought the cool liquid to his lips.
"So… you tap that yet?" he asked in feign innocence.
"No Nathaniel, just like the answer was no yesterday when you asked. You ask everyday, the answer has been the same for the last two years. Ill save you the trouble of asking again, in case you were wondering, the answer will be no tomorrow as well," Chuck stated, a little irritated at his friends persistence.
"And I always get the same answer," Nate sighed, referring to Chuck's little rant that he gives every time that particular subject was brought up, "you need to get laid already."
Chuck rolled his eyes.
After walking around for what seemed liked ever, Serena found Blair surrounded by her group of minions. Walking straight up to her she stopped.
"Serena!" Blair smiled; glad to see her best friend in her now intoxicated state.
"B," the blonde returned with a small smile, "can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Of course, you're my best friend S," she agreed, "excuse me for a moment girls," walking away from the group so they could have a private conversation.
When they were sure they were out of hearing range Serena spoke up.
"You look stunning," she commented in all honesty.
"Thanks, you always look amazing," the brunette giggled, fighting to keep her envious bite from her words.
"Why didn't you come find me when you got here?" she question, a little hurt by her friends actions.
"I was just about to. You know me; I had something that needed to be addressed first." Blair breezed, lifting her third drink of the night to her red painted lips.
"The bar?" Serena inquired knowingly, giving her a look of complete disapproval.
"That was just a minor thing I had to do, besides I'm drinking juice," her best friend lied, slightly annoyed with the blondes judgment.
"I can smell the alcohol from here," she informed her, tired of the way history always seemed to repeat itself.
"I may have added a few things," Blair mentioned casually.
"How much have you had to drink?" she asked.
"I don't know, this is my third one and no, you don't want to know how I got them," the brunette deadpanned. She had mixed her first drink herself with her own liquor, the second only had a single mini bottle and the third, well she wasn't really sure what was in the third.
"You're drunk," Serena stated, she knew her friends limits.
"I am not," Blair defended herself, she was slightly drunk but she knew how to hid it in public affairs.
"You are," she retorted, angry that she had to do this all the time.
"You know what; I would appreciate it if you just left me alone for the night. I'm trying to have a good time and your killing my buzz with all you're nagging. Besides, I have other things that need to be attended to," the brunette announced coldly as she smirked to a guy across the room. She started walking towards him, leaving her best friend standing alone in anger.
The blonde scoffed as she turned back around in search of her boyfriend and his best friend.
"Here she comes," Nate whispered cautiously.
Chuck sat his nearly empty second glass on a table behind him so she wouldn't see what he had been doing.
"It went that well?" Nate chucked at the sight of the blonde's scowl.
"She is impossible!" Serena fumed throwing her hands in the air in a very un-lady like manner.
"What did she say this time?" Chuck asked, he was often amused by the brunette beauty's wild antics.
"She asked me to leave because I was being a buzz kill! Can you believe that? Me a buzz kill?" she huffed angrily.
Both boys silenced, giving each other knowing looks.
"You agree with her? You think I'm a buzz kill?!" she stated incredulously.
Nate coughed uncomfortably, noticing a hot blonde by the bar, he decided it would be best to take his leave and avoid the confrontation that was sure to follow.
"If you'll excuse me, I think I see my future," he half smiled, walking away from the couple as quickly as possible in the direction of the bar.
Chuck didn't know what to do, so he just stood there in silence as his girlfriend looked to him expectantly.
"Chuck?" she questioned, a look of hurt passing through her beautiful features.
"You're not a buzz kill S, you just like to keep everybody in line," he tried wording it so it sounded better than it really was. In truth she was the worlds biggest buzz kill, but he wasn't about to be the one to tell her that. He would rather side step that argument for today.
"Oh my god, you think I'm a buzz kill," Serena gasped, putting her face in her hands.
"The society girls are walking towards us," he warned her, staring at the girls as they approached the two. His girlfriends head snapped up at the reminder that they were in a public domain.
"Thank you," she mumbled quietly, still upset with what her friends really thought of her as. She straightened her dress in an attempt to fix her already perfect appearance.
"Do me a favor?" she asked thinking back to the guy that her best friend had been making eyes at, "find Blair, sober her up so she doesn't do anything stupid that she may regret in the morning."
"You got it," he said, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek, "you're not a buzz kill," he whispered in her ear before walking off in search of the gorgeous brunette.
"Thank you; you're the best boyfriend in the world. Oh and if I don't see you before you leave I will call you as soon as I get home," she assured him, earning a smirk to form on his lips.
She sent him a small smile as the New York socialites gathered around her, she watched his retreating form as he disappeared into the thick crowd.
Finding Blair had proved to be a more difficult task than he originally thought. After doubling the space in which the reception was being held with no sign of her, he decided to widen his search. Venturing into other parts of the building a wave of nausea hit him at the thought of him walking in on her having sex with a guy. He knew that it was ridiculous for him to care, so he continued on hoping that the feeling would pass as he stopped to check every door along the way. When he reached the grand door leading to the newly renovated ballroom that had yet to be revealed to public eyes, he froze.
Giggles were coming from the other side of the door. He knew those giggles; they happened to belong to the very person her sought. She wasn't alone. Talking a deep breath he pushed the heavy door ajar.
She was seated on top of the bar, her legs dangling in front of her as she took a swig out of a bottle of champagne. There was a man standing in front of her. His hands rested on both sides of the brunette. He was kissing his way up her neck as he whispered things in her ear, causing her to giggle and turn an adorable shade of red.
Chuck recognized him as a boy from St. Jude's. He watched as the boy edged closer to pulling her lips into a kiss. Not caring to witness anymore of their displays he pushed the door open and stepped into the room, walking toward them at a fast steady pace. Clearing his throat right before their lips touched, he announced his presence.
Blair's eyes shot up to see who had standing there.
"Chuck!" she stated in surprise, pushing the boy off of her as she stood up on the bar.
"Waldorf." He greeted curtly, eyeing the disheveled boy as he tried to straighten his clothing.
"What are you doing here?" she inquired, forgetting all about the boy. She couldn't even remember his name at the moment.
"I came to join you," he lied easily. He knew better than tell her the true reason he was there. Otherwise she would just be pissed that he was 'taking Serena's side'. Besides, he really did want a drink.
"Serena sent you," she deciphered, she knew him well enough to know when he was lying.
"More or less, the only thing that matters is that I have found you," he shrugged, "care to pour me a drink?" he asked, taking a sit in a chair in front of the bar. He couldn't help but notice the way he could see the exposed milky skin of her thighs that the new angle brought him. Shifting in his chair uncomfortably, he adjusted the sudden tightness he felt. He took a deep breath before diverting his gaze.
"Serena would kill me if she found out that I got her perfect boyfriend drunk," Blair stated knowingly as she graciously paced the bar in front of him.
The boy that had been forgot, not just by name, but by presence also was tired of being ignored.
He cleared his throat to remind them that they were not alone. Chuck turned his attention to the boy with a scoff.
"You were already dismissed, why are you still here?" Chuck inquired raising his eyebrows.
"Blair, I.." he ignored the dark haired boy, staring directly at her.
"You may leave, Chuck's got it from here, besides I'm not really in the mood anymore" she cut him off, agreeing with her best friends boyfriend. Any private attention he was willing to give her, she was wiling to take. Besides, it wasn't like she wouldn't have regretted sleeping with the boy in the morning.
He stood there looking between the beautiful couple.
"You heard the lady," Chuck gave him a small smirk of victory, before turning to focus on the woman in front of him. "Yes, let's just say I'm feeling a bit adventurous today," he admitted, returning to their previous conversation as if it had never been interrupted, "besides its not like she would find out, unless you tell on me."
The boy realized there was nothing he could do to capture the girl's attention again. Glaring at the Chuck he left the room, not that either of the brunettes took notice.
She contemplated what he was saying for a moment. It was true; he was a little too uptight all the time. It was exactly what he needed, a chance to unwind.
"Fine, but just this once, will I keep something from her," she promised, caving to her best friend's extremely sexy boyfriend. Tired of standing she resumed her previous seat, ironically, directly in front of Chuck so that they would be face to face.
He smiled at her, a genuine smile that took her breath away.
"We finish this bottle. Then unfortunately we have to sober up," Chuck announced as if suddenly deciding to put a limit to their fun.
"You get drunk off one glass of wine?" Blair asked in amusement, barley containing the laughter that followed.
"No. for your information, I was drinking with Nathaniel earlier," he stated matter-of-factly.
"I see," she lied, still chuckling as she took a huge swig straight out of the bottle, shoving it towards him once she was finished.
Taking the bottle graciously he winked, staring at her as he downed a good portion of it.
They spend a while reminiscing about times they had shared, the four of them, the people that the two of them had destroyed. Small talk followed by laughter escaping them as they succumbed to inebriation. Once the bottle was finished, Blair reached for another.
"Blair I'm pretty sure I was told to sober you up, not let you drink more." Chuck laughed as he watched her pop the top to another bottle, "we had a deal."
"Oh come on Bass, we're young! Live a little!" the intoxicated brunette whined.
"Waldorf..." he warned, causing the drunken brunette to pout.
"Your no fun," she huffed.
He went to pull the bottle playfully out of her grasps. Not wanting to let go of the opened container, she lost her balance. He tried to catch her, causing her to land straight onto his lap and spill the clear liquid down the front of her dress and his suit on accident. His hands griping the outside of her thighs as she straddled him.
Blair's eyes traveled slowly from the mess she made and up his chest before settling on his face. She was expecting the worst as she scrutinized his face for any sign of emotion, however, at the sight of darken orbs she was taken back. His normally chocolate eyes had darkened with desire and want. He was giving her that look, the one that was reserved for Serena, the very one that she envied. She was scared, not of him, but of the situation. She always knew that she found him attractive. It was the very reason she avoided things like this. She didn't trust herself to be loyal to her best friend.
He couldn't breathe as he stared into her brown eyes, wide from both the shock and the fear that ran through her. He wanted her, unlike anything he had wanted before and he was ninety-nine percent certain that it wasn't the alcohol talking. Maybe, deep down he had always wanted her. Sure he cared deeply for Serena, his girlfriend of many years, but for the last couple of months he couldn't help but notice the little things about Blair that made her that much more desirable. He studied her face, his eyes lingering on her lips, before roaming to lock with hers.
The sat there motionless, intensely staring into each others eyes as they tried to figure out what the other was thinking, not wanting to move and break the spell. They knew they shouldn't be there, but for some reason, neither could think of a place they would rather be in that moment.