Title: Strange ones

Author: Molize

Summary: AU. C/B. Two strange ones. A sweet voice, a devil smirk and a club. They run from their lives, but they didn't know they would run into each other.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who read this story and everyone who reviewed the first chapter ^^

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Chapter 2. Dreams and saviours.

After an hour and a half up in the stage Blair was exhausted. Ninety minutes of seductive smiles and sensual moves of hips. This was her routine, an hour of her song program and half an hour of public request, and all the way she must look like they were the most appealing public in the world.

She thanked God for her always dreaming mind.

It was easy for her if she just thought she was in another place. In real life she was at Victrola, a little club in Brooklyn. It was a small place, decorated like an old tavern. Wooden floors, dark walls, a stage, and couches where clients could relax, have a drink and watch the show. In her mind, she was in another time, the 1940's or something like that. She was an acclaimed singer devoted to her listeners: ladies and gentlemen who enjoyed scotch and champagne talking about business deals and listening to her amazing voice.

However, back to reality, she was not that acclaimed singer. Obviously they liked her, she sang well, pretty well even when Blair didn't recognise that, but they enjoyed much more her butt or hips than her angelic voice, she was sure.

Ladies and gentlemen? Not exactly, there was not much of them at Brooklyn in the 2010's. Even though they were not hobos or underdogs like she had expected the first time she came here when her corrupted downtown-rich-girl vision invaded her mind; they were old average men, around the forties who talked about business deals. Not their own business, of course. The business deals of the big fishes they worked for.

It was a shame, this people worked possibly harder than any of these great magnates. Actually, they did work harder that those great magnates. She knew. Once she had been between them, she had been daughter of them and had dreamed to become one of them.

However, she still dreamed about a law career, but Blair knew she would never turn into the type of lawyer who just wanted to make money and be famous. She would be a lawyer who would fight against injustice. Like the injustice in this place. Yes, that sounded like a promo for a Marvel film.

The saddest part was that even when she had the potential and the attitude to success, she would never be that, because she had no money and no fairy godmother dressed in an Emeregildo Zegna suit who will gave her that opportunity.

One day she read this fragment...

¿Qué es la vida? Un frenesí.

¿Qué es la vida? Una ilusión,

una sombra, una ficción,

y el mayor bien es pequeño:

que toda la vida es sueño,

y los sueños, sueños son.

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What is life? A frenzy.

What is life? An illusion,

A shadow, a fiction,

And the greatest profit is small;

For all of life is a dream,

And dreams, are nothing but dreams.

These words reached her heart and make her awake of her fantasies, Life is a dream, and dreams are nothing but dreams. So she let her mind wander but didn't give it the chance to make her feet left the ground.

"Life is a roller-coaster." Blair sighed as she was seated in one of the stools in front of the bar.

She had just finished her performance and now it was her turn to relax a bit. She was waiting to Vanessa to finish attending some clients.

Vanessa had become one of her closest friends. It was funny to think that if Blair had never open her eyes to reality she would never had found friendship in her. With her curly dark brown hair, light blue eyes, tanned skin, her style and ways, she would have called her God-knows-what and never talk to her in her life. She was sure. But Vanessa was nice, funny and intelligent; something her ex-friends never had.

While seated there, Blair greeted a few men who approached her to congratulate her to her amazing show. She thanked them politely... Tom, Bill and Edward. They were frequent clients at Victrola and make her feel like a little girl after a ballet actuation at school every time they went to say her how good she was and blah, blah, blah. If she had knew her grandparents she hoped they had been like them.

As she waved her good-bye to them, she felt something touch her thigh, someone. Blair sighed and turned to said someone with a fake smile upon her face.

"Hey, gorgeous." The man said. Some people at the bar were like Tom, Bill and Edward; but others were like this... filthy. Blair was accustomed to this, however, that didn't mean she liked at all.

"Hi, I think your hand dropped to my thigh." Blair responded.

"Well, I think it's now in a better place, don't you think so?" He continued as his hand now ran upward. It seemed this was not the kind of guy who attended to formalities.

"No, so now, leave me alone." Blair hardened her tone as she pushed his hand off her.

He raised his brows as in disbelief. "Honey, don't say me you don't like it." He neared his face towards hers, a few more inches and their lips would lock.

Blair retreated backwards almost falling from her stool, which was impossible due to his arm rested in it. "I think it was pretty clear I don't like it."

"When you were singing you moved your body like you needed a good f..."

"Let me go or I'll scream." She cut what he tried to say.

"You won't. I know girls like you, you need to put that façade that says 'available'. Men like it; however, they are afraid to talk to you, but know they could, because your body says so. I am not afraid, so here I am." His mouth was nearer if that was possible. And Blair couldn't scream because the bastard was right. Where are your friends when you need them? Blair thought desperate. They weren't making a scene so nobody suspected Blair was in trouble.

"Excuse me." A female voice behind her appeared. It was Ann, the other bartender.

The ass hole was taken aback with the interruption. Blair sighed and turned around to look at the girl and gave her a look that screamed 'save me'.

"Yeah?" Blair asked.

"Your fiancé is waiting for you in the central couch." Ann continued as she handed Blair a martini. "Come on, I'll accompany you".

Blair took the drink, sat up and went to Ann, not before sending the monster her death glare.

Blair and Ann went in front the stage near the zone her 'fiancé' was waiting, and further enough to not be seen by the guy.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Blair said abruptly and took one of Ann's hands in hers. "The fiancé trick worked." Both girls giggled.

"Mmm." Blair tasted her drink. "But real martini? I thought they didn't exist here... A faux drink was enough..." Blair said.

"Actually, the fiancé idea and the martini weren't mine." A grin appearing in Ann features.

"What? Then who?" Blair now was confused.

"Thank him." Ann whispered in her ear. "There, in the central place." Ann disappeared and Blair was left alone in the middle of the club. She turned to look at her saviour.

He was alone, relaxed in the couch, in dark suit, tumbler in hand, watching intently the music Pete produced at the piano. He wasn't looking at her, probably he didn't expect her showing her gratitude.

There was something strange about him... something somber.

She couldn't let anyone think about her like an ungrateful woman, could she?

So she walked towards him.

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A/N: Chuck's here, who do you think he is? The attacker or the saviour? I love your opinions and reviews. Anonymous reviews are enabled.