Author's notes: I read a fic before mentioning Blair knowing that Chuck planned her and Nathaniel's date. I was intrigued, so I wrote this piece. I think the fic was one of kaela07's works, but I'm not sure. If you want me to acknowledge you, I'd be happy to. Just leave me a review or PM and I will post your name and fic on this chappie. Or if anyone knows which fic it is from, don't hesitate to inform me. ^_^
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Three Words, Eight Letters: I hate you
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She was downright furious. She was now on a mission to hunt down a certain Bass who was going to be gutted alive and have his entrails devoured by cats.
What did he do to deserve her ire? Well, he committed a most grievous act against her. What she believed was the perfect date, her dream date, was a ruse. And after being on cloud nine for the whole evening with that idea in her mind, it all had to come crashing down with a certain slip of the tongue.
"Oh, don't thank me; thank Chuck," Nate said as she thanked him for the most wonderful date. She could almost hear the sound of her balloon of euphoria deflate with a sickening fart-like sound. She hoped the smile she had donned on didn't waiver. Apparently, it didn't as Nate just continued on speaking. "Chuck really does know how to plan a date. Although I'm surprised, because I know he's never taken a girl out before..."
By this time, Blair had blocked his voice out as she imagined ways of torturing a certain Bass. Nate continued on talking throughout the elevator ride to the Waldorf penthouse, apparently pleased with the success of Chuck's plan for tonight, unaware of the slightly dark glitch in Blair's smile as she endeavored to keep from scowling or snapping a nasty comment.
"... I'm glad you had a great time. I'll see you tomorrow at school." Nate kissed her cheek before getting back on the elevator to take it down.
And the worst part was that Nate called Chuck first after the date to thank him for a job well done. She, Blair, the date, the new girlfriend, was supposed to be the first call after they parted ways. It would've been romantic if her phone rang just as soon as the elevator doors closed, which meant he couldn't stop thinking about her.
If only Blair knew that Chuck berated his best friend for calling him first before Blair, and that Nate wouldn't have thought of calling her that night if Chuck hadn't instructed him to.
"Basshole!" She hissed out, a frown accentuating her features, her walk dangerous and charged, path focused like a bull had seen red. Chuck could almost hear the echo of her stomps like the thud of his heartbeat on his chest as she neared him.
"Waldorf," he greeted with a drawl as he smirked.
"I hate you!"
He blinked, taken aback by her statement for a second. He then composed himself and his smirk appeared once again. "What could I have possibly done to cause you displeasure so early this morning?"
She dug her nails in his forearm, and his smug grin twitched in pain. "Talk. Somewhere. Now." She said through gritted teeth, pulling him along with her.
"You shouldn't be handling me so roughly if you need me to scheme with you. All you have to do is ask nicely." Chuck commented as soon as they reached a private corner. Blair ignored him and shoved him in front of her. The Inquisition has commenced.
She sighed in an effort to control her annoyance that bothered her like a pricking thorn at her side. "For your information, this is not about requesting a scheming collaboration. We'll get to that later on during lunch," Blair cleared her throat and steeled her tone again. "This is about my and Nate's first date as a couple."
So she knew. Nate must've mentioned it by accident. He should've known; he forgot to inform his blonde best friend to keep his involvement a secret.
Chuck just smirked in smug delight, pleased at his effort being recognized. "What? It wasn't to your standards? Because I'm pretty sure I got all the details down to make it the way you wanted, the way you envisioned your first date to be."
A glare was his only reply, but a smirk was starting to make its way to the surface of her lips. "Though I must commend you for a lovely evening, you apparently do not get all ten stars, Bass. There was one particular detail you missed that may as well make the date a no-star!"
Chuck's expression changed in a flash, from triumphant to confused. He frowned as he went through all the details in his head, the checklist he had unknowingly memorized as he meticulously planned the event. "I know I got it right in everything accordingly. You're bluffing." He crossed his arms.
Blair shook her head, hands on her hips. "I will admit, it was planned to perfection. But, alas," Blair sighed for dramatic effect, "the perfection of the moment had one tiny, minor error."
He groaned as he slapped his forehead. "It's the phone call. Nathaniel was so eager to tell me how delighted you were, he was so excited to tell me how everything went that he almost didn't call you! I had to remind him to hang up and get you on the phone! The timing was so off!" Chuck stomped a foot as he rested both hands on his hips. "Dammit!" He hissed under his breath.
Blair could only roll her eyes. "Well, that's also one, but not the main point!"
Chuck raised an eyebrow. "Care to divulge that one particular flaw in my planning?"
Blair sighed again. "The fact that Nate didn't plan any of it ruined the illusion of the perfect date."
Chuck frowned once again, not understanding Blair's point. "I'm afraid you'll have to clarify, Waldorf. You're not making sense."
With arms crossed in front of her chest, Blair's shoulders drooped a bit. "I'm saying, if Nate had been the one to put the effort in planning the date instead of just going along with what you'd come up with, it would've been better."
Chuck laughed out loud, causing Blair to frown and stomp her foot. "What?!"
"So you're saying, you'd prefer that Nate had been the one to plan your first date?"
"Yes. It would've made the evening perfect regardless."
Chuck guffawed again. "So if Nathaniel planned to just watch the football game for that night with you over a bowl of popcorn, you'd prefer that over the evening with him prior?"
A grimace transfixed Blair's frown. "Sports channel? Popcorn? In the living room?" She scrunched up her nose. "Really?"
With a tilt at the corner of his lips, Chuck eyed her with raised eyebrows, as if daring her to debunk him.
She rolled her eyes. "God, Bass. It seems straight from a babysitting scene. Seriously?"
Chuck nodded.
Blair huffed in indignation, a sign of conceding. "Damn you, Bass."
He just shrugged, the action amplifying his smugness along with his smirk. "You're welcome."
"I can't believe you pulled that off."
"A kiss of gratitude would suffice." He leaned towards her, tapping a finger on his lips.
Blair rolled her eyes. She tried to purse her lips, but she couldn't contain the grin trying to manifest itself as she unenthusiastically pushed his head away. "I still hate you."
He chuckled. "I hate you too."
Because, seriously, wouldn't you hate the one who ruined your date by planning it the way you've been dreaming it to be but what the hell is he doing, just standing at the sidelines, watching?
