Chapter 7

Recap:

They lay there for several moments in silence, her head on his chest. Due to the events of the day and her drunken state, Blair had never felt more vulnerable. So she let it all out.

"You know…except for you I'm always alone…" she slurred. "My parents are dead… my girlfriends rarely talk to me anymore… I don't have a boyfriend…all my ex-boyfriends either dumped me or cheated on me…Serena's MIA…and soon you'll probably realize that I'm not worth it either…and you'll leave just like everyone else…"

"Blair…I'd never leave you…" he slurred back

"Why not? I'm nothing special…I'm just really messed up…"

"No…you're amazing."

"You think?"

"I know."

"How?" She cracked a drunken smile.

"I'm…Chuck Bass!" He smiled back.

And before she knew what she was doing, she sprung up and planted her lips on his.

For the brief second their lips were connected, Blair felt amazing.

But she quickly pulled away after realizing what she had done. They had never talked about having more…physical relations and she didn't need things to be awkward between them. She hadn't been looking for pity earlier, she had simply slurred out the truth. And even though she no longer hated herself because of the past, she still had certain fears even if she had come to terms with everything that had gone bad. She had no one else, so jeopardizing her friendship with Chuck was simply not an option, no matter how good it felt.

"Chuck…I'm sorry I-I-don't know what I was thinking…I didn't mean to-" she started rambling.

But Chuck wasn't listening to a single word she was saying. He was captivated by what he thought just happened. He wasn't sure if he had only imagined it and wanted to see for himself if she really had kissed him.

So in the middle of her drunken apology, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, pressing his lips to hers. He kissed her tenderly, one hand caressing her cheek and the other holding her tightly to him.

Blair felt her knees going weak. It felt like electricity was surging throughout her whole body. During this moment, everything felt right; she felt safe in his arms. And most importantly, it felt so good. Blair was tempted to have him take her right there and then.

No wonder Chuck is so popular with the female population, Blair couldn't help but think.

Chuck felt like he had died and gone to heaven. He had always thought Blair was a beautiful girl, but other than the first day he had seen her, he had never really thought of pursuing her. She had always seemed off limits, whether it was because of the cool exterior she had initially given off or because of their friendship. But in that moment, he could care less about all that. He felt reenergized with Blair in his arms. And there was that feeling in his stomach again. It kind of felt like…butterflies? It was the same as that first day.

Chuck shifted so that Blair was straddling his lap. The tender kiss had been replaced with more fervent kisses, so he couldn't hold them both in their initial position.

It was him who broke the kiss this time, eliciting a whimper from Blair. It was only so that he could take a breath before moving his lips to her neck. He gave it as much attention as he did her mouth, probably giving her several bruises that would need to be covered with a scarf for the next couple of days.

Blair was in ecstasy. Everything felt ok right now. All her worries were melting away. She kept thinking about why she hadn't ever considered this before. Chuck was obviously extremely attractive, but she had never thought a guy like him would be interested in someone like her. But if she wasn't mistaken, he seemed to be enjoying this too. She moaned as he nipped at her neck again, his hands beginning to slide down her body.

Blair froze up. She didn't know if she wanted to go there quite yet. Her body was definitely ready, but she didn't know if she would be emotionally prepared for the awkwardness that would definitely follow. But it was so tempting…

She decided to wait to make a decision on that when the moment came. But for the mean time she was going to enjoy herself. So she decided to do something she probably would never have done: she pulled off her shirt and discarded it on the floor.

Chuck stared in awe at her. He really had no idea how the night would end, but he decided to just go with it. In one swift motion he pulled off his shirt, and was right about to go back to Blair's neck.

But she pushed him back.

"Kiss me Chuck!" she said, almost desperately.

He complied. He needed this as much as she did.

She was glad to have been able to slow things down a bit.

And they just stayed like that for a while, making out on her couch like a couple of teenagers.

In the midst of their juvenile activities, Chuck's phone started ringing loudly from its place on the coffee table.

Blair slowly began pulling away.

"No…leave it…" Chuck muttered, "It's fine."

"But what if it's Nate or something?"

"It's one in the morning…why on earth would he call us with new information now?"

"You never know…"

The phone continued ringing and Blair stared at him with a pleading look.

Chuck gave in.

"Oh fine...answer it…but make it quick." He winked at her.

Blair pushed a button on his Blackberry, picking up the call and putting it on speakerphone. She didn't even bothering to check the caller ID.

"Hello!" Blair sang into the phone.

"Who the hell is this!?"

Chuck's eyes widened upon hearing the voice. He'd totally forgotten he'd kept this one around too long. She was already getting clingy.

"It's Blair! And who is this?" Blair continued, oblivious to what was really happening.

"I am Elle. And I demand to speak to Chuck…now." The voice started shrieking.

Blair looked over at Chuck. He looked dumbfounded. He'd completely forgotten that he made plans with Elle. But after everything that had happened with Serena and Blair, it had totally slipped his mind.

"I think it's for you…" she handed him the phone, forgetting to turn off the speakerphone.

"Hey Elle…" Chuck said awkwardly.

"So do you have a good excuse as to why you weren't at dinner tonight after you requested that we go out again?"

"Um...no…I…guess not…"

"You're not even sorry? Wait a second. I know that voice. You're about to get laid aren't you? And with that ugly Blair girl who's your sad excuse for a best friend? How pathetic…I bet she was begging for it….was she? Or are you two drunk? It doesn't matter. I guess at least you've finally gotten her out of your way…she was really holding us back…holding you back…"

Blair had heard enough. She couldn't believe she had let things get so out of control. True or not, Chuck's ditzy girlfriend's words had really hit home. But she didn't want to think about it. Not right now at least. So she did what she did best: she ran.

Blair sprung off the couch and grabbed her shirt off the floor, sprinting back into her room, locking the door behind her, leaving behind a very distraught Chuck.

Chuck stared idly at his phone. He had hung up on Elle the moment she had started going off about Blair. But it had been too late, the damage was already done. Elle had found a good deal of Blair's insecurities and had managed to put them together into one string of hurtful words.

And now Blair had run from him, closing herself back up.

He walked over to the door and knocked.

"Blair?" he said softly. "Please come back out here. She didn't mean it. Let's just talk, ok?"

But there was no answer. Blair had already made up her mind, and Chuck knew her well enough to know that she was not going to come out of her room for the rest of the night. So he grabbed his shirt from off the floor and started getting ready to go, deciding to leave a note first.

I know that sounded bad, but both you and I know it wasn't true. I'm sorry for what happened…but let's talk. Meet me tomorrow for coffee…you know when and where.

-C

He placed it on the coffee table and turned to go. He knew Blair would come around eventually…or so he hoped. He knew they would have to talk about what happened. He still didn't know how to explain it. It was different- she was different. And he liked that, and wanted more.

XOXO

Blair lay in her bed, curled up into a ball, silently crying. The words that Emma-Elle-whatever her name was had said kept replaying in her head over and over.

"ugly Blair girl…sad excuse for a best friend..pathetic…holding you back"

She didn't even really care if they were true, or if Chuck thought they were true. She couldn't stand to hear any of it. All it did was launch her into memories of the past that she tried so hard to forget.

Most of the memories she had from her later teen years were blurs of flashing lights and drunken nights. But there was one memory she could never forget: the memory that had started it all.

It had been blood spattered all over the walls. She ran into her parent's bedroom only to witness a horrifying sight, something a young teenage girl should only have seen on TV and in movies.

She had first seen her mother. Eleanor, who had always looked put together, was now a bloody mess. It took Blair a second to realize what had ended her mother's life- a stab wound to the stomach- but once she did she had started sobbing uncontrollably. She hadn't always been on the best terms with her mother, but Blair couldn't believe that she was gone…and never coming back. She couldn't even remember what her last words to her had been; she had no idea as to how her mother would have remembered her.

Blair sprang up, and rushed to the other side of the room where she found her father. He lay lifeless on the floor, several feet away from her mother. There was a shard of glass sticking out from his chest. She fell to her knees, unable to stand anymore.

No, she cried out. They couldn't both be gone.

She stroked her father's face and tried to pull out the glass that had killed him. It was useless, however, as she had only ended up with a bloody hand.

She stared at the scar now. It was almost like a constant reminder of what had happened. She sighed and quickly fell back into her thoughts.

She didn't even know what to do. She was frozen, but not for long. Her stomach felt queasy, but it wasn't because she was tipsy. The bodies didn't even creep her out that much. She just felt the sudden need to purge everything away. She wanted it all to go away.

She raced into the bathroom, where she knelt over the toilet and let it all out. It was the first time she had ever forced herself to throw up. Once she had finished, she heard the sound of familiar footsteps behind her.

"Blair? You left your jacket in the car…"

Serena. Blair couldn't have been happier in that moment. She needed someone there…she needed her sister.

Blair came back to reality, not ready to relive the next part of the story.

She wished she could call Chuck, to tell him it was happening again. But she couldn't.

She sighed. How could something that felt so right do so much harm?

Too exhausted to think about it anymore, Blair switched off her lamp and curled back up. She tossed and turned, but eventually, sleep came.

XOXO

As Serena regained her vision, everything was blurry. She had no idea where she was.

She still couldn't believe she was in this mess. She thought she had really turned over a new leaf. But evidently, she couldn't escape her past.

Eventually, she could see clearly. Instead of the small room, she was now in some kind of a bedroom. She tried to sit up, but was firmly tied to the bed. She tried to struggle, but these guys clearly knew what they were doing.

It was no use, she sighed.

Right then, the door creaked open.

"I see you're awake now" said the familiar voice from early.

"I am." She retorted, "Thanks for clearing that up."

"Now's really not the time for sarcasm Serena…"

"You're right. It's not. It's time for you to tell me what the hell it is that you want"

"Well that wouldn't be very fun would it?"

"I guess not"

"Ok so let's put it this way…you're going to listen to us and do what we tell you…or else your cop friends will pay…do we have an agreement?"

Serena gasped, not sure of what to say.

"Fine. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt her."

"Fantastic. This is going to be fun" he chuckled.

His laugh sounded even more familiar than his voice. She just couldn't put a name to it at the moment…

With that, he walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him, once again leaving Serena alone.

A/N:

Ok. Wow. First off…I'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to update! I went on several trips and have been working hard on my other story that I totally neglected this one! But I'm back…so no need to worry!

I hope this update wasn't too awful though…that beginning part with CB was actually so difficult for me…so I hope you guys think it worked.

Anyways, I hoped you liked this! I made this update longer than usual to make up for my absence. As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts through reviews! They are fantastic motivation! And speaking of motivation, I'd like to give a big thanks to tauridowning for reviewing this story a couple of days ago! Without that review, this update may have been prolonged to an even later date!

So there'll probably be a new chapter up in several days (I'll try hard to keep my word this time!)

Xoxo, thattchuckbasstard

PS- If you're still reading this…sorry that I practically wrote you guys a whole chapter's worth of A/N…