A/N: yay new chapter! Not great at writing Gossip Girl but I'll get there. Yay I'm not going to write in the stuff between Chuck and Blair exactly the same. I mean the 1X07 scenes in Victrola will be similar to what I write but it won't be the same and not in this chapter. So yeah!

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Has Queen B lost her King? Hmm, is there someone B? Someone close to home? Keep me posted.

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"B, open the door." Dorota was smart enough to call Serena, who was banging on Blair's door. She heard Blair let out a sob. "I can hear you crying behind the door, B."

"What time is it?" Blair called out.

"It's seven. Open the door and we can talk."

Blair began to go through her wardrobe. She pulled on a beige and cream lace dress. She always went for a safe option when seeing Chuck. She knew the club would be nowhere near ready tonight but with her taste, she'll make it classy, tasteful and, most importantly, perfect. She thought about Chuck. He knew her. He understood her. The need for power was one they shared. Blair ruled Constance as Queen and Chuck was the son of Bart Bass who owned pretty much the whole of Manhattan. One day, he'll own it. She always had a connection with Chuck. He was Nate's best friend and almost hers. They had an understanding. Sometimes she thought he got her better than Nate did sometimes. He was an arrogant pig as well though. He always knew how to disgust her. And he often did. But he had those moments. Those moments that made her smile at the darkest of times. Their takedowns were legendary. She thought of when they got rid of Georgina. She smiled at old times.

She snapped out of her thoughts of Chuck. She rolled up her stockings and stepped into an elegant pair of beige heels. She fixed her dark curls around a head band with a bow on it. She reapplied her makeup to perfection. She looked at herself in the mirror.

'What does Serena have that I don't?' She thought.

Blair looked for her phone. Finding it in her purse, she looked at the time. She saw a limo pull up in front of her building and a dark figure step out with something in hand. She grabbed the key to her room off her bedside table. She pushed the key into the lock and twisted it. The door unlocked with a satisfying clunk. She pulled the door open and walked out the room. She walked down the stairs, Serena chasing her down.

"Blair, you're going to talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about!" Her voice rang out.

Ding! The lift opened and out came Chuck, peonies, Macarons and Tiffany's in hand.

"I heard about you and Nate." He said.

Silence.

"So I got these to cheer you up."

"Thank you." She finally looked up into his eyes. She smiled slightly, the dimple in her right cheek becoming prominent.

"Did I miss something here?" Serena walked round to stand beside the two.

"No…? I said I'd help and I am going to." She turned. "Dorota! Get some water for these peonies, put the macarons and everything in my room and bring me my coat!"

Dorota appeared in the nick of time with Blair's coat and a vase filled with water for the peonies.

"Take me to Victrola then." With that, the two left a startled Serena in a total daze.

"I just need your exquisite taste. I want this to be tasteful, classic and perfect." The sound of the word made hairs rise on the back of Blair's neck.

Arriving at the burlesque club, Blair stepped out to see somewhere less than satisfactory in her mind. But it had potential.

"So Waldorf, what do you think?" Chuck pulled a bottle of scotch from behind the battered bar.

"Potential. I see potential. Classic colours would be best; black, white and muted beige and creams. A stage with classic beige curtains at the back of it for the dancers. Polish everything up. Chocolate or black sofas around tables with wooden 1920's style chairs in front of the stage. Dim lighting would give the best atmosphere but a chandelier in the centre would give it elegance." She smiled, knowing her work was done.

"It will look ravishing. Thank you." Chuck was happy. This would be his work. Not his fathers, but his. "Fancy a drink?" He offered.

"What do you have back there?" She asked.

"A gin martini mix if you want it?" He watched her smile turn slightly devilish.

She agreed to one drink. Once she was sufficiently drunk enough, he decided to ask about the breakup.

"So, what happened between Queen B and her boy toy?" He kept a smirk to lighten the mood.

"I asked if he loved me and he didn't say anything so I asked if it was because he was too infatuated with Serena!" She giggled.

"And he said…?"

"He needed me blah blah blah and then something about his family and I walked away." She laughed again. The laughter turned to tears.

"It's okay Waldorf. You still have your kingdom, Serena and… Dorota." Chuck comforted.

She thought he was going to say him but she was too drunk for any of it to make sense.

"Take me home, Chuck." She ordered.

"But the party had just gotten started…"

"Take me home. NOW." She growled.

He called Arthur to come and collect them and take them to the Waldorf apartment. The silent limo ride was a sign of her breaking. She was never silent for that long. But she was and the silence bit into Chuck. It infected him with a restless night that night. He kept replaying the whole night. When he walked her back up and she kissed him on the cheek as a thank you. She had practically stripped in front of him because of her drunken and sleepy haze; slipping the pristine headband from her head and loosening her grip so it fell from her hand, sliding the zipper of her dress down and yanking it over her head, almost pulling the silky slip underneath her dress up as well, revealing the tiniest bit of lace on her ivory La Perlas. All of it was too much for Chuck. The worst part was, he followed her partially up the stairs to make sure she didn't fall back down and kill herself on the decadent staircase but when she walked into her room, she left the door open and he heard her throw herself onto her bed and weep. He could hear her choking on her tears and he couldn't do a thing. It was horrible because he didn't know how to feel and he knew it. He had grown up without a mother and with a verbally abusive but emotionally distant father who didn't care. He had grown up emotionally broken and he couldn't fix himself enough in those few minutes to go and help his best friend. He just lay in bed hoping she had stopped crying before she went to sleep.

"Hey man." Nate appeared in Chuck's suite. There was a nod of acknowledgement as a response but nothing else. "Did you see Blair tonight?"

"Yes, Nathaniel, I did." He didn't want to lie about it.

"Is she okay?" The only response he got was a look. "She broke up with me."

"And she's home crying and you've been out partying by the looks of things." Chuck noticed lipstick on his collar. "Partying a bit too much for a heartbroken man by the looks of things."

"Hey, Natey, where is the Vodka?" A familiar female called from the kitchen area.

Chuck shook his head in disgust. Nate Archibald should know Blair's weak spot after 16 years and that was a low blow, even for a 'heartbroken dumpee'.

A/N: Take a guess who that is! Hehe, I'll post the next chapter as soon as I write it!

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