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Author : Laura (alwaysbluex)
Summary : Dan/Blair/Chuck triangle. Chuck wants Blair to say those three words, Blair wants to get Chuck without saying them, and Dan, well he's getting in between them.
Disclaimer: I don't own gossip girl.
A/N: AH! New chapter. Probably another one again tonight/tomorrow morning. Comment and let me know what you think!
"Mr. Bass. You are easily the most successful person I have ever met. I was wondering if you could tell me a bit about Bass industries. Maybe teach me a bit about what it takes to get to the top." Dan said, while picking at his veil with the wrong utensil.
Chuck sent a cold glare in Dan's direction, and Blair rolled her eyes. She knew Dan wanted to find out about Bart. After all, she was about to help him find information on him. But asking over dinner, with Chuck in the room? He really did have a death wish. Maybe Chuck and Blair should finish him off personally. She would enjoy that. Really enjoy that, actually.
"Please, Daniel. Call me Bart. Maybe we could meet in my office to discuss this. Don't want to bore everyone with business talk."
"Thank you!" Serena exclaimed, everyone turned and looked at her because of her sudden outburst. "What?" she spat, taking a sip of her wine.
Dan nodded. "Okay, thank you … Bart." He finished lamely.
"Father, maybe I could accompany you to this meeting?" Chuck questioned.
Bart looked at his son. "I don't think that's necessary, Chuck."
Blair noticed Chuck's hands stiffen under the table, but on his face he showed no emotion. Learning how to be completely void of it by the mere age of five. The only time she had ever seen him be slightly emotional was with her. When he was telling her everything he possibly could. She grabbed his hand under the table, and surprisingly he didn't pull away. He looked over at her, and she gave a genuine smile to show she was trying to be sincere.
"Yes, well. I was wondering if I could possibly overshadow you for a few days a week after school. See what your days are like." Dan interrupted, seeing the looks Blair and Chuck were giving each other. It oddly made his stomach drop in an unsettling way.
"Well, I don't know Daniel. I'm a very busy man." Bart started
"Ah, yes. I completely understand. It's just, having a father as a failed musician hasn't really taught me how to make a name for myself." Dan said, feel guilty. Jenny had done the same thing, betrayed and alienated everyone who loved her. If he had to do that to get ahead then he would.
Lily and Serena both turned and looked at Dan. Mouths slightly gaped open.
"I would hardly call your father a failed musician." Lily said quietly.
Bart became angered by the fact Lily was sticking up for Rufus, but also pleased that Dan was tearing him down. "No, Daniel is right. Let's start off at two days a week."
Dan nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Bass, I really appreciate it.
Chuck knew Dan had all that information about him and his father. What if he told Bart about what had been said? He couldn't risk his father resenting him even more than he did already. Trust was what he needed, and Dan Humphrey wasn't getting in the way of that. No one was.
…
The rest of the dinner consisted of idle chatter. Blair stayed away from all of it, keeping her head down, and pushing around most of her unwanted food. The thought of anyone knowing about her escapades in Brooklyn made her sick to her stomach. She knew Dan was holding it against her to use as ammunition whenever he felt it would cause the biggest wave.
Chuck spent the dinner thinking of ways to ruin Dan Humphrey. He really hated this trash from Brooklyn being in his house, snooping around his family. Hypocrite, was what he was. He needed to mind his own business, and stay out of their affairs. Or he would be burned, badly.
"Well, I should probably get back to the loft. See if Jen's come back yet." Dan said, sitting up from his chair.
"Aw, she's still nowhere to be found?" Serena questioned, frowning slightly.
Dan shook his head. "She's off with Agnes, somewhere. Hopefully she knows what she has gotten herself into."
"Thank you for joining us for dinner Dan." Lily said.
"It was my pleasure."
"Tomorrow at 4:30?" Bart asked.
Chuck glared ahead. He wanted to spend more time with Humpty Dumpty than his own son?
"Yes, sir." Dan grinned.
….
"I hope you know what you've got yourself into, as well." Chuck said. He had followed him to the elevator. Trying to put fear in him, by any means possible.
"Excuse me?" Dan asked, turning around to face Chuck.
"I know what you're doing." Chuck started. "Writing a story, about my father. Like I said before. No one uses Chuck Bass, and that goes for my father too. He may trust you, but I know you're just boring trash from Brooklyn who will end up with the same fate your dear father has."
Dan walked closer to Chuck. "Don't say anything about my father. You don't know him."
"Maybe I don't, but you do. You were pretty quick to throw him under the bus at dinner. All you had before was your lousy morals, now, you have nothing." Chuck drawled.
Dan gave a bitter laugh. "Do you really think you have anything, or anyone for that matter?" he questioned.
"As a matter a fact, I do."
"Oh, you mean Blair?" Dan asked. "Don't be so sure."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Chuck growled.
Dan smirked. "Ask her what she was doing last night." With that he stepped in the elevator. The last thing he saw before the doors closed was Chuck's deathly glare, "I will take you down." in a raspy growl.
…
Blair watched as Chuck slowly followed Dan out of the house. The bile slowly made the way up her throat, as she began to panic. "B?" Serena asked, noticing her friends face paling.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Blair said, running to closest bathroom available.
Serena watched her friend go, puzzled as ever. She seemed okay until Chuck got up and left the room. Things weren't adding up.
Serena sat at the table, not wanting to be too pushy with Blair. She really hoped she was sick, not making herself sick.
Chuck stormed into the dining room. "Where Blair." he spat.
"Uh, In the bathroom. She said she wasn't feeling so well." Serena said, straightening up in her chair.
"What's wrong Chuck?" she asked, immediately sensing it was something bad.
He shook his head, pacing the perimeter in the room. "Blair hates Dan, correct?" he asked.
Serena's eyes widened. "Unfortunately. But you already know this Chuck. Why are you asking?"
"Dan said something that irked me a bit." Chuck said, finally taking a seat.
"Which was?" Serena impatiently questioned.
Chuck
glared at Serena, but she became more annoyed.
"Ask Blair what
she was doing last night. As to imply he was with her last night."
he said quietly.
Serena shook her head. "They hate each other, it's not possible."
"I can't be." Chuck added. "Did you know where she was last night?"
"No, but gossip girl might know." Serena said, grabbing her cell phone off the table, and furiously began typing.
"What the …." Serena gasped looking at the screen.
Spotted : A certain Lady B leaving the Brooklyn loft early in the morning. Tousled hair, wrinkled clothes. Looks like someone has traded down.
Chuck grabbed the phone away and studied the message, a picture was accompanied with it. It was defiantly Blair, coming out of Dan's apartment. He was going to kill him, murder him with his bare hands.
Serena saw his eyes go hard and bleak. "Chuck, maybe it was photo shopped." she said lamely, even herself not believing that statement.
Blair slowly looked in the room to see Chuck and Serena studying her phone. They both looked up when they heard her make her presence known.
Serena overfilled with anger pushed the phone towards Blair. "What the hell is this?" she spat.
Blair looked down at the photo, she was going to be sick again.
