A/N: In one of the last chapters I said that the spoilers went through 2x21 when really meant 2x20. The only thing I'm basing this off is the last episode that aired. My bad. I'm not sure how well this chapter was written, but give it a shot. The ending will definitely not be appreciated by all my Chair fans and for that I'm sorry, but we need to get where we're going. Review if you like. I also hope this chapter isn't too OOC. The next chapter will be out tomorrow.
Disclaimer: I don't own GG or anything regarding it or Vanessa would have been killed off by now.
"Because I don't feel like touching you," came the sharp reply. Malevolent dark eyes ignored searching dark green ones.
Chuck felt physically ill. He couldn't think ahead to the inevitable instance where he would see Blair and her new (and at the same time old) boy toy. Again. More over, he couldn't stand being near Miss Brooklyn for more than five minutes. Sex was one thing, but he really couldn't even comprehend what appeal she held for anyone.
He didn't need her to make Blair jealous. He could have thousands of specimen for that. Most of them blonde. That would work. He needed a scotch. That would burn this churning feeling away immediately. He thought he was done with self loathing. This proved a different story.
"This is about her," Vanessa snapped. Chuck whirled to face the humble girl who was still in his room.
"Of course this is about her," he said furiously. "This is always been about her. And last time I checked, this was about your dear Nathaniel as well. Have you forgotten about him already?"
Truthfully, Chuck didn't give a damn about Nathaniel and his so called conquests. The only reason that Nate ever even entered his mind was because he possessed something that Chuck knew never belonged to him in the first place. Dear Nathaniel had his beloved Blair Waldorf and that simply would not stand. He couldn't take the image of Nate touching what Chuck knew always belonged to him. He wouldn't let it. He couldn't.
"Of course I haven't," Vanessa said. "But you..."
"Leave," Chuck said harshly. Vanessa just stared at him dumbly. She and Nate were more meant for each other than he had originally realized. "Get out," Chuck yelled. And she was gone. He couldn't even remember the remains of her light eyes because they had been replaced by deep dark ones in his mind.
Blair hated her. Really, she did, and it wasn't just an exageration. Blair was used to the destruction and dethroning. This was different. She was face to face with a rival that she would not let walk out of here alive. She hated... no, she loathed this person. She wished there was a stronger word as she gazed out across the room of the party at Vanessa Abrams. She hated that bitch. She was glad that bitch hated her too.
But Vanessa wasn't sending her death glares for stealing her boyfriend at the moment. That was peculiar, to say the least. It derailed Blair slightly. She didn't like how Vanessa wasn't being outwardly hostile towards her. Blair knew when you weren't being volatile then there was something else. When it came to the Upper East Side, there was always the plan. The manipulations and the scheming. Vanessa had something and Blair didn't like it.
Blair should have seen it the whole time. She should have seen the longing in Vanessa's eyes or the quick pulls of alcohol. That only pointed to one thing. That only pointed to one person. Charles Bartholomew Bass. Chuck Bass. Her Chuck. As far as Blair was concerned, Chuck belonged to her and the bitch who was obviously coveting him could not have him. It was out of the question. So why did Blair just stare at her rival as Vanessa gazed at Chuck? There was only one thing that stopped Blair from vaulting across the room and yanking the coarse ringlets from that harpy's head.
Blair had to keep up the charade. She couldn't let anything stop her from what she wanted. It would ruin everything. But she couldn't just stand there and watch that piece of trash take what would never belong to her. Blair had to bring out the big guns. Too bad Chuck was watching the whole time.
"You okay?" Blair felt soft lips press against her cheek as she turned to the arms of Nathaniel Archibald. Sweet, sweet Nate who didn't deserve what was coming to him and would have no idea how it happened. Too bad she didn't care.
"Perfect," she said in that sugary voice that could fool anyone but the devil himself. Too bad he was watching. Blair let Nate embrace her in full view of the entire room. Their... "relationship" wasn't a secret anymore but there was one particular person she wished would see this. She waited until she had the undivided attention of a Miss Vanessa Abrams until she made her next move.
She would her arms around Nate's neck a placed a kiss uner his ear. He smiled at the display of affection and embraced her for several long moments. When Blair pulled away she smirked at Vanessa's expression of horror and hurt. That would teach the bitch. Chuck would have understood her moves. Too bad he didn't know about the charade. Too bad he was watching.
Chuck gripped his glass of scotch forcefully, his knuckles turning white. He was surprised it didn't explode in his hand. He wished it would. The pain in his hand would take away from the pain in his heart.
He glared at his (ex) best friend with his arms wrapped around his (always) soul mate. It just wasn't right. Nate knew, too. Chuck had confessed his feelings for Blair at his father's wedding to Nate, and only Nate. Nate might have thought that feelings like that just went away, according to his track record at a certain Shepard Wedding, but that wasn't for Chuck. Chuck knew he would never love another woman. It was impossible. Feelings for him didn't just go away. That included the feelings of hatred he that were radiating off of him in waves toward the traitor. He was surprised the entire place didn't burn down.
Chuck slammed the glass back on the bar a second before he realized that the glass actually did have a crack in it. Figures. As he passed the crowd, he felt fingers trail across his sleeve. He ripped away from the slight touch, not needing to turn to see the Brooklyn girl who was trying to catch his attention.
He needed to get out of there. But it wasn't a coincidence that the deserted hallway he was about to disappear into was the same one that a certain Blair Waldorf had slunk off to moments before.
Chuck stalked her quietly until he found her at the end of the hallway. Blair studied her reflection studiously in the mirror that hung on the wall. He hadn't been this close to her in awhile. Her back was turned to him but he could see her reflection in the mirror. He couldn't look away. It had been too long. He should have been paying attention. He didn't see Blair's eyes catch his face behind her in the mirror.
Their eyes locked in the reflection. No words were said. He wished he could see the real Blair face to face. He couldn't figure out her expression. He took a tentative step towards her. That was probably a bad idea, in retrospect.
Blair quickly stepped away from the mirror as though embarassed. Chuck wasn't about to let her get away that fast. He felt her tense under his grip as he wrapped his strong fingers around her wrist. He was preparing for a "let go of me you Basstard" or maybe even "let go of me right now or I'll yell 'rape.'" None of these ever came. In fact, she didn't even look him in the eyes.
Blair strained against his hold. She pulled so hard that Chuck had no choice but to reciprocate. He pulled unnecessarily hard on her wrist and all of a sudden their bodies were flush against each other. Chuck let his eyes drill into her face. He knew what a simple gaze to do to her. Unfortunately, tonight was the night she decided to be difficult.
Blair slowly raised her eyes to his. In a second, he wished that she hadn't. The look in her dark orbs were heart breaking. He wished there was hate, passion, heat... something that showed she cared. Instead, she had composed her face to indifference.
Chuck furrowed his brow in confusion. He felt his grip grow lax on her wrist, backing slowly away. Blair looked unimpressed. That was it. There was nothing in her face that he recognized anymore.
"What's wrong with you?" he heard his voice snap bluntly. He saw it. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was definitely there. She looked at him for a moment, as though trying to figure him out. Then she just shook her head slowly and made her departure.
"Goodbye, Chuck." Chuck was good at reading her. He knew she was hiding something. It was only that way when he couldn't break through her barrier.
"No," he said plainly.
"'No?'" she asked skeptically, turning back to face him.
"I'm not going to let you leave," he said firmly.
"Do you hear what you sound like?" Blair laughed at him. He didn't like that. Not at all.
"What do you think you're doing, Blair?" he asked gently. Blair rolled her eyes, looking away. "What do you think you're doing with him?"
"You lost the right to ask me a long time ago," Blair uttered lowly. Chuck didn't let this faze him. He couldn't let it.
"You don't want him," Chuck walked close to her again, making sure she felt his body heat. Making sure she knew he was still here.
Chuck saw it again. He was sure of it this time. It was in her beautifully dark eyes. They flickered with some emotion that didn't match her words. He didn't know what it was, but it was definitely there.
"You don't know what I want," she said softly, more to herself.
"You know everything," he repeated his mantra.
"I love him," she said with conviction, as though she were trying to convince herself. "He's everything that you're not. He's sweet and gentle and he cares about me. You just can't hold up to that," she finished simply. Her speech had grown more convincing but Chuck knew the truth as he studied her eyes and her mouth.
"You're lying," he said smoothly.
"Don't even try to fool yourself into thinking that you know me." It would have been more convincing if she had actually looked him in the eyes when she said this.
"Blair," he said quietly. She refused to meet his eyes. He put his fingers underneath her chin and tilted her face upwards to his own. She closed her eyes for a moment just to open them again. He thought he saw her resolve breaking. He thought he saw love. He thought he saw her conceding. He thought he saw a lot of things. Maybe it was the scotch.
Blair wrenched away from him violently. Chuck started with surprise. One moment he was lost in her eyes, the next she was halfway across the hall.
"You think you know me, Chuck?" she asked snidely. He didn't like her tone. He regretted coming over here. He didn't want it to happen. He didn't want her reaction. He didn't want a lot of things. But she would give them to him anyway.
"Then you know what I'm about to do next," she threatened.
"Blair." If Chuck didn't know himself very well, he would have been sure that he took a pleading tone. Maybe he didn't know himself very well, anyway.
"You think you know me?" she asked dangerously again. "You don't know anything."
Chuck wasn't sure why he followed her back to the party. He should have trusted that this night couldn't get any worse. It was about to. He stopped at the bar, dead in his tracks.
Nate's face was firmly in Blair's hands as she crushed her lips against his. Chuck was sure someone had dropped their drink. He heard something shatter. But maybe that was just the heart he didn't know he had.
Chuck coudln't look anymore. It made him want to vomit. He could feel the acid in his stomach churning. It was the same feeling he had felt that morning. He couldn't think straight. His world was spinning. He was so sure Blair wanted him back. He was so sure that he knew her. He was so sure that Blair didn't want Nathaniel at all. He was wrong. That's all he seemed to be lately. He was always wrong. He might as well do one more thing wrong.
Chuck knew Vanessa was staring at him. He couldn't shake the illness he felt within him. He had a disease that he coudln't shake. He had a parasite that had no cure. Might as well go out with a bang. He wasn't really sure why he did it. Maybe he wanted to hurt Blair. But that didn't really make much sense since Blair didn't give a damn about him. He did it so he couldn't feel the jagged edges of his heart tearing through his chest. And he did it to punish himself.
The course ringlets beneath his fingers didn't seem to dull the pain within him, but it was enough to make him forget about it. At least for now. He jammed his tongue violently down Vanessa's mouth not listening to the muffled sounds of almost pain and surprise. He bit down hard on her lip. This would be violent. This would be painful. This would hurt because that was exactly what his soul breaking felt like. This was what he deserved for losing her.
His tongue was so coated with the taste of betrayal that he didn't see the dark brown eyes mirror the heartbreak that had occured within her as she watched her devil ravage someone that wasn't her. And for the once and only time, someone she wished that she was.
