Hey guys! Thanks a lot for the reviews for the last chapter. I'm glad you guys are enjoying the fic so far and want me to continue with this idea. Anyway, so here's THE WILD BRUNCH. The parts in italics are actual dialogue from the show. I know i put in a lot, but i just felt like a rewind was necessary, seeing as that episode was ages ago! Anyway, hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think. Happy Readings!
The Wild Brunch
"I can't believe Serena came to this brunch...I told her to stay away."
"You worried about Nate? Just a shot in the dark....I think you know what you have to do to get his attention."Chuck looked at Blair wickedly, amusement dancing in his eyes. Apparently her scheming with the lingerie hadn't worked, and the Queen B was still a The Virgin Queen.
"And what's that?" Blair asked as she stared down at the key lodged between his fingers.
"The key to my suite, Nate's heart, and your future happiness..."
Blair took the key happily, "I'm honored to be playing even a small role in your deflowering..."
"You're disgusting!"
"Yes. I. Am. So why be shy? Just grab Nate and finish this. Report back with details."
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"Dan? Hi. I'm Blair Waldorf. Serena's friend," Blair said as she rushed over to Dan Humphrey and introduced herself.
"Oh. Hey. Yeah. Do you happen to know where she is?" Dan asked, oblivious to the reason why Blair Waldorf was taking the time to talk to him.
"As a matter-of-fact I do-"
"Blair," Serena interjected out of breath as she approached the two with Nate inches behind her.
"Serena. There you are. Where were you?" Dan asked as Serena stood before him breathing heavily.
"She was waiting in a hotel room. For my boyfriend," Blair bit out in disgust and barely contained anger.
"To talk," Serena added quickly, already seeing the confusion spreading across Dan's features. She shot an angry look at Blair.
"About why we weren't talking," Nate added as well.
"That doesn't sound any smarter the second time," Blair snapped as she glared at Nate.
"Why weren't you talking?" Dan cut in, not wanting to get involved in the obvious drama that circled around these three, but not being able to help the need to know further information.
Nate and Serena shared worried looks as Blair looked on angrily.
"Does this have anything to do with why you were waiting for Serena this morning?" Dan spoke, addressing Nate.
"You were what!?" Blair asked outraged.
"And here I thought you were waiting for me," Chuck drawled thickly as he approached his friends and Serena's new beau.
"Oh exactly what this situation needs. Chuck," Dan spat out angrily, longing to add a companion to the lonely black eye Chuck was sporting that morning. "Now what is going on here?" Dan asked frustrated, wanting to get away as quickly as possible now that Chuck Bass stood inches away from him.
"We were just getting to that," Blair answered hurriedly.
"Blair...please?" Serena pleaded pathetically. "Don't do this."
"Sorry," she said, although not sorry at all. "Did you want to tell him?"
"I'll tell him," Chuck cut in, enjoying the look spreading across Dan's face.
"You know?" Nate and Blair asked simultaneously.
"I know everything," Chuck responded cockily.
"And apparently I know nothing." Dan had had it.
"Look Dan, it- it was a long time ago...and I regret it," Serena said, treading carefully.
"Look Serena, stop trying to pretend you're a good girl. So you slept with your best friend's boyfriend? I kind of admire you for it..." Chuck cut in saucily, staring at Serena as she fought hard to keep her composure.
"Is that true?" Dan asked incredulously.
"Well...then she ran away. And lied about it," Blair added further fuel to the fire. "I just thought you should know. Before you fall head over heels for your perfect girl and her perfect world. And then get left all alone with no one but your Cabbage Patch Kid," Blair said with a huge smirk on her face as she stared over at Dan.
"Cabbage Patch?" Nate asked confused.
"Did you talk to my sister?" Dan asked embarrassed.
"Ah yes. Little Jenny. I do believe she and I have some unfinished business," Chuck answered darkly as he stared down Dan with a look meant to kill.
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"Unfinished business alright," Blair growled out harshly as she pushed past Chuck into his suite and stood with her arms crossed and foot tapping angrily. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
Chuck eyed her up and down before he shut the door and walked over to the bar. "Tell you what pray tell? How beautiful you look?" he asked slyly as he served himself a glass of scotch.
"No idiot. How dare you not tell me about Nate and Serena?" Blair demanded as she walked over to where Chuck stood and stole the glass from his hands as he drew it close to his lips. Downing the amber liquid quickly, she coughed as the burning sensation threatened to close her throat.
"Oh come on, Waldorf. Are we really going to do this?" Chuck whispered in that irritatingly low voice that turned most Upper East Side trollops into putty.
"Yes. We are! Why do you think I'm here?" Blair shouted, exasperated. She was angry, flustered, hurt, and even a little satisfied. But she wanted more. Needed someone to come down on. And Chuck was always an easy and willing participant.
"Sexual frustration?" Chuck answered with his own question, the smile spreading across his features and he took a swig from the bottle itself. "The need for me to rid you of your burden?"
"Shut up!"
"Well Nathaniel hasn't sealed the deal, and it's been what...? Two times now. At least two times in the past week. How pathetic. You must have all this pent up..."
"Anger-" Blair offered.
"Desire," Chuck corrected as he shook his head and walked over to the empty barstool next to the one Blair occupied.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Blair asked softly, the fight slowing draining from her body, the pain becoming so overwhelming she no longer felt any satisfaction from ruining Serena and Dan's relationship. All she could think about was her relationship. That whore had ruined her prefect relationship with her perfect white knight.
Chuck filled the glass in front of her and watched as she consumed the liquid as quickly as the first glass. This time she didn't cough. Rather she slammed the glass on the bar and took the bottle from his grip.
"Blair...I don't think you want to drink that?" Chuck said softly as he watched Blair begin to down the liquid within the bottle without stopping for air. She didn't stop until half the bottle was empty.
"Why?" Blair gasped out as the hot liquid began lulling the pain just a bit. "Because I'm Blair? Because I'm suppose to be perfect? Because I'm suppose to be the epitome of propriety and class? Because I'm not Serena Van der Woodsen? Because I'm not blond, I'm not leggy, I'm not sleeping with every single and taken man in Manhattan? Because I'm dainty and not fierce like her? Because I'm not suppose to get drunk and sleep with my best friend's boyfriend?" Blair shouted as she stood up and began pacing the small area around the bar. "How did it happen?" she asked quietly then, downing another healthy gulp of the scotch in her hands.
"Blair. Come on. Let's not do this," Chuck answered quietly as he reached for the bottle in her hand.
"No!" Blair pulled away angrily. "Don't. I want to know. Tell me. You said you knew. You must have seen it. Tell me."
"What's there to tell?" Chuck asked uncomfortably, not wanting to do this at the moment, afraid of how Blair would react. Afraid of hurting her. Despite everything, he cared about her. She was his friend. His partner in crime. His oldest friend, and dearest accomplice.
"Where? How?" Blair continued as the tears threatened to spill over. She took another gulp and finished the bottle.
Chuck eyed her worriedly. "Blair I think you should sit down. Or go home. Look I'll call you a cab. Or I'll get Nate. I know he's worried looking for you," Chuck lied through his teeth. Blair didn't look so well. And she'd just downed almost a liter of scotch. She needed to lay down somewhere. Anywhere but here would work.
"No!" Blair refused as she tripped over the carpet and held on to the bar in order to keep from toppling over. Wow that scotch is killer, she thought to herself and then broke out into a fit of giggles.
Chuck was by her side instantly as he saw her falling. And then he eyed her nervously as she began to giggle girlishly. Now he had known Blair Waldorf for a long time. A long time. And not once, not even when they were children in preschool, had he seen or heard her giggle. Not once. And here she was. In her sixteen years of voluptuousness (he said it because he could feel her hips beneath his hands as he held her and led her over to the couch, and he had seen her barely clothed a few days ago in her room), giggling like any other normal five year old would do.
"Blair..." Chuck broke into her fit of laughter as he sat her on the couch. She only responded by throwing herself back on the couch and continuing to laugh uncontrollably. "Look. You need to relax. Sober up. You had way too much to drink and way too soon. And once you're better, I'll call Nathaniel. You two need to talk," Chuck said quickly as he walked over to his "hang-over" stash and began prepping a concoction that had worked miracles in the past.
"No!" Blair shouted instantly. "I don't want to go with Nate. I want to stay here with you," she said softly as she curled on the couch.
Chuck listened as she sniffled slightly and shook his head. Dammit. First drunk. Now crying.
Blair stood from the couch and rushed over to his bed, landing face first as she threw herself against the Egyptian cotton sheets. "You're my friend, right Chuck?" she asked quietly as he walked over to the side of the bed and knelt down on the floor beside her.
"Of course, Waldorf. You and I are two peas in a pod," he joked, noticing a hint of normalcy return to her voice.
"Do you think I'm ugly?" She turned her face to stare at him with dark liquid eyes glazed with tears.
"Blair...you're beautiful," Chuck breathed quietly, a pang of hurt crawling through him as he watched the Queen B crumbling before his eyes. "You've always been beautiful. The most beautiful."
Blair smiled slightly as she pulled herself up on her arms and patted the mattress beside her. "Could you hold me? Just for a little while," Blair drawled quietly as she plopped back against the bed and closed her eyes.
Chuck swallowed a bit of the drink he held in his hand and sighed. Shit. I don't do this cuddling bullshit...
"Chuck?" she groaned out softly, already half lost in sleep.
Hearing her groan out his name caused a surge to course through his veins and he foolishly obliged. Standing up, he pulled Blair higher onto the bed and joined her. Cuddling her. He grimaced at the thought of how ridiculous he must look, but then felt her breath out in contentment. Smiling to himself, he held her close, and allowed himself to fall asleep.
If only for a little bit, wrapped around the only woman he would ever truly care about.