A/N: I haven't updated in a while but I'm making it up by giving you a pretty long chapter ;) Enjoy!
"Miss Blair, Miss Serena here," she heard Dorota call up the stairs. "Be right down," she called back. She straightened out her dress and quickly made sure her curls were perfect. She looked herself over in the mirror and was actually pretty pleased with her outfit.
Walking down the stairs she saw Serena wearing a short, orange dress, revealing pretty much everything, looking more like she was heading out to some trashy bar. But she made it work, like pretty much everything else she wore. Blair was sure that every guy would be drooling over Serena be the end of the night. "Nice dress," she commented dryly. "Thanks," Serena said smiling and then pressed the button for the elevator.
"So where exactly is this party anyways," Blair asked as they got inside the cab. Serena rolled down the divider to the driver, "Victrola, 189 Chrystie street."
The cab pulled over and the both stepped outside. Standing in front of the club was a line of people trying to get past the bouncers. "Wow S, you think we can get in?" Blair asked nervously and Serena rolled her eyes, "Please, we're probably in the VIP list."
She stepped up to the bulky looking man and tapped his shoulder. "Serena Van Der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf," Serena said confidently and the man flipped through his list.
He looked up and gave them a skeptical look," Which one of you is Miss Van Der Woodsen?" "I am," Serena said and he raised his eyebrows, "Well, there is a Blair Waldorf here but no Serena."
Serena gasped and Blair let a small smile sneak onto her face. The bouncer moved the velvet rope and Blair stepped in, causing a few groans to come from the long line. "Sorry S," she mouthed before walking into the club.
The flashing lights were overwhelming at first but as soon as her eyes adjusted to them, she took in her surroundings. The place was packed but what immediately caught her attention were the scantily clad dancers up on the stage. "You made it." She turned around and saw Chuck standing behind her. He was wearing a classic tuxedo but added a nice twist to it with a purple bowtie, identical to her dress. "I see your friend's not with you." She looked to the door before giving a small grin, "Yeah, apparently she wasn't on the VIP list."
He smirked and stuffed his hands in his pockets, "Right, I forgot about her." She gaped but quickly regained her composure, "Wait, you own this club?" He nodded and started walking towards the bar. She followed him and sat down on a stool next to him. He signaled the bartender, who immediately brought over a glass of scotch. She scoffed, "Scotch? Seriously."
He took a swig of the drink and winked at her. Rolling her eyes, she turned to the bartender, ordering a drink. "Drink's on me," Chuck said to the bartender before standing up and disappearing into the crowd of people.
"Blair?" She turned around and saw Carter Baizen grabbing a seat next to her. "Carter, hey. Long time no see," she said, noticing his nervous glances around the room. She sighed, "Serena's not here." He visibly relaxed and she rolled her eyes discreetly at his behavior. Both him and Nate were acting like idiots after their break-up with Serena.
"So, you still traveling?" she asked after he had ordered a drink. "Yeah, but I've been back in Manhattan for a couple of weeks now," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "I've noticed, and apparently so has Gossip Girl." She finished up her glass and he immediately grabbed it, "Let's get you a refill."
A few refills later, Carter was completely wasted and she was a bit tipsy. "Why don't we go outside and get some fresh air," he slurred and swung an arm over her shoulder. She giggled (Okay, maybe she was a little past tipsy) and followed him outside the backdoor. She took a deep breath as the night air hit her face. Carter put a hand on her arm and gently pushed her against the wall.
"You know, I never realized how good you looked," he said before leaning in and smashing his lips against hers. He tasted awful and she managed to push him away after a small struggle. "Carter, stop it," she tried, her words having no effect on him as he leaned back in, more aggressively then before. When his hand started to push up the hem of her dress, she kicked him in the shin. Luckily for her, someone opened up the door just as Carter made another try for her.
She only saw a glimpse of someone rushing past her and then heard Carter screaming, "Hey, what the hell man? This is none of your business so fuck off." Carter grabbed her hand and she was about to kick him again when she felt another person grab her. "She's coming with me," she heard someone say and when she looked up she identified Chuck as the mystery person.
A crowd was starting to form in the doorway and she bowed her head, feeling completely ridiculous. Carter let go of her hand and started to make his way towards Chuck. "The only thing you're getting, is this," Carter said before punching Chuck, who stumbled backward.
Before Carter could hit him again, a boy she recognized from St. Judes stepped up and pushed Carter away. Apparently, no more action was needed, since Carter's intoxication took care of it. He stumbled back into the wall, hitting his head and sliding to the ground. Security showed up and practically dragged him away.
She sighed in relief and then looked over to Chuck, who was talking to the guy that knocked out Carter.
"Thanks man," he said, sticking out his hand and receiving a firm handshake. "No problem, I mean someone had to stop that douchebag," his 'savior' said then gave him a skeptical look, "Wait you're Chuck Bass, aren't you." Chuck grinned, then started fixing the labels of his suit, "Guess word travels fast around here, huh?" The guy laughed and then gave him a smile, "I'm Dan, by the way. Dan Humphrey."
"You know you didn't need to escort me home," Chuck said grumpily as the limo sped through the streets of New York. Blair only chuckled and turned to look out the window. "Well you did save me from that creep Carter," she said, still facing the window. "Well," he said, moving closer, "I have a few ideas on how you can repay me." He placed a hand on her leg, but it was immediately smacked away. "Don't even try it," she snarled before turning her attention back to the street outside. He chuckled but remained in his seat right next to her.
The limo pulled over and they stepped outside. "You live in The Empire," she asked as the doorman opened up the door for them. He scoffed, "I don't just live here, I own this place." Blair laughed and pushed the button for the elevator. They stepped inside and he pressed the button for the top floor.
The elevator dinged as the door slid open, revealing his suite. She walked inside and went straight for the phone, "Why don't you take a shower while I call room service and ask for some ice on your face." He shrugged of his jacket and threw it on the couch. "Slow down Waldorf, we barely know each other and you're already trying to get me naked," he said, coming up behind her and putting his hands on her shoulders.
She turned around, his hands falling to his sides, and poked him in the chest, "I am trying to get you to clean yourself because you look awful with blood all over your face." He smirked and leaned in closer, "Trust me, taking a shower won't make me any less dirty."
"You're heinous," she scoffed before pushing him into his bathroom and slamming the door.
Chuck stepped out of the shower and tied a towel around his waist. Shaking his hair, splashing water droplets all over the mirror, he walked out into the bedroom. Lounging on his bed was Blair, watching what seemed to be Breakfast at Tiffany's.
He cleared his throat, which caused her too jump and quickly sit up. "You've been in the shower for like a half an hour," she said after regaining her composure. He looked to the clock and realized he had been forever in the shower. "So what are we watching?" he asked, sitting down on the bed. "Ewe gross, put some clothes on," she screeched as she jumped of the bed. He chuckled and disappeared into the walk-in closet.
He changed into a pair of silk pajama bottoms and walked back out. She was positioned at the end of the bed, sitting against the headboard, holding a pack of ice. "Sit," she commanded and he sat down next to her. She pressed the pack to his face, causing him to flinch. "Oh, don't be such a baby," she said, pushing the ice back to his face.
He sat still and after a few minutes, reached for the remote. He pressed play and scooted over a bit, settling down with his back against the headboard and dimming the lights. "Chuck, what are you doing," she asked as he moved the covers from the bed and settled under them.
"I'm letting you finish your movie," he said, grabbing the icepack from her hand and holding it against his face. She squirmed around, trying to get comfortable, but failing. Her dress was making it hard for her to get into a nice position and her shoes were killing her. She kicked them off and took a small piece of the covers over her bare toes.
Next to go were the pins holding her hair up, and lastly her dress was replaced by one of Chuck's dress shirts. By the time the movie was finished, the were both fast asleep on Chuck's bed.
A/N: I hope you liked it and I would like to thank 'Helpatemporaryidentitycrisis' for the Dan/Chuck friendship idea ;) Oh, and don't forget to leave reviews, they make me work faster :*