Sorry for the late update. I have been very busy with school and such. I just started swim team, so I barely have anytime to do my homework let alone write fanfiction. So please bear with me and I will try to get the chapters to you as soon as you can.
I'm thinking of starting another GG fanfic, and this one will have a sequel to it, so stay tuned =D
Chuck chillingly awoke alone in Blair's bed. He realized she was no longer with him and immediately jumped out of bed. He opened Blair's closet and found her oversized Yale sweatshirt and put it on along with his pajama pants he had left there a year ago. The December air was making itself at home in the Waldorf Penthouse. He went over to the meter in Blair's room and tried to turn it up, but it wouldn't turn on. He sighed and reminded himself to call a mechanic sometime tonight.
He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, half expecting Blair to be there. All that greeted him was a deathly silence. Before he could start to be worried, he noticed the fire escape door wide open. He cracked a small smile. When he and Blair were little, he had shown taken her up the fire escape stairs and to the top of the building. He made his way to the door. He climbed up the endless amount of stairs to find Blair, sitting where they had sat the first time, staring sadly into the setting sun.
"Do you remember when I first brought you up here?" Chuck asked, sitting down next to her. She cracked a small smile and then continued staring into the sun. Chuck's smile faded as he studied her face. The silence between them seemed to tick for minutes before Blair finally said anything.
"Do you think she's happy up there?" Blair murmured, not meeting Chuck's gaze. Chuck sat and cleared his throat. He closed his eyes and opened them again. He took Blair's hand and squeezed it hard.
"Yes. She belongs there. She's our little angel." Chuck said as he felt the stinging, prickly feeling in his nose. Blair turned to look at him, her expression still grave. Her face haunted him. He leaned in and kissed the top of her head.
"Now let's go downstairs before we freeze to death up here." Chuck joked, standing up and offering Blair his outstretched hand. Blair cracked a small smile and took his hand. The two of them started making their way down the stairs as the sun disappeared behind the Upper East Side, the last of their lost daughter's light dimming into the crisp night air.
Serena lied intertwined in Nate's muscular arms. She just wanted to lie in his warmth forever. The two of them had taken a wonderful walk in the park and were watching one of Serena's favorite chick flicks, "No Strings Attached". Anything with Ashton Kutcher in it made Serena happy.
"Okay so if this Kutcher guy came up to you and asked you to marry him, would you?" Nate joked, looking down at Serena.
"Defiantly. He's so dreamy." She giggled. "But he does have a wife."
"That's never stopped you before."
Serena gave him a light slap and couldn't help but to laugh. It was so easy with Nate to just let loose of the past and just let it all out. She never felt like that with Dan. She always felt like she was going to be judged by him. But Nate knew her. He knew her too well. That's why the two of them worked together. They accepted each other and worked together.
"Besides, his wife and him are separated. Didn't you catch up on your People magazines while you and Blair were stuffed up in the penthouse? You guys always scour them like hawks."
Serena smiled and remembered her and Blair looking at the magazines.
"It was probably on the back of the 'Royal Disaster' article that I ripped out so Blair wouldn't see it."
Nate looked at her. He was reminded of their two friends and the problems they were facing.
"You know, we really should try and get Blair and Chuck out of that penthouse. They might go stir-crazy."
"I know. But the paparazzi are going to be so crazy. They are like staked outside of the complex. Chuck had to go up in the service elevator until the third floor where he could switch elevators."
Nate sighed and squeezed Serena closer to him. She was wearing his baby blue shirt and had Chuck's monogrammed blanket close to her. She looked like perfection. Her hair was tousled, her eyes worn. The both of them just needed a good night's sleep.
"I think you and I need to sleep on this. Plan in the morning?" Nate asked as he reached for the remote.
"Sounds good." Serena moaned, switching the lamp out. Serena inched closer to him and kissed him. Nate squeezed her so tight he almost suffocated her.
"Never let me go." Serena murmured, snuggling into his neck. She sniffled and cleared her throat. Nate kissed the top of her head.
"Never."
Chuck held Blair close to her and kissed her hair again and again, murmuring 'I love yous'. Blair didn't want him to leave, but three days off from work was too much. Also considering he had taken weeks off after the 'incident', he was really needed at work. Blair sighed and pressed her nose to his. A tear rolled down her face.
"I love you so much too. Have a good day at work." She crackled, kissing him lightly. She pulled away and smiled. She sniffled as she toyed around with his tie, straightening it. A final hug and 'I love you' was exchanged and Chuck walked down the hallway. She waited until she could hear the elevator doors shut.
She walked over to her mirror and sat down. She looked deep into it, studying her face. She looked so different. Worn. Broken. Her hair was sloppy, her makeup smeared, and her complexion pale. She didn't remember herself looking like this. It pained her to see it. She suddenly became enraged and punched the mirror with full force, causing it to shatter into a million pieces. She withdrew her bloody hand and breathed heavily. What was wrong with her? When did she become this messed up? She made her way into the bathroom and washed her hand in the sink. Shutting the sink off, she peered into her bathroom mirror. It just couldn't be her staring back at her. She just did not look right. Blair had been there before. Looking at herself in the mirror and feeling ashamed. There was only one thing to do to make her feel better.
To make herself throw up.
Blair crouched down in front of the toilet bowl. She jammed her middle finger down her throat, causing her to throw up last night's takeout from her favorite café. Tears streamed down her face and into the bowl. The blood from her hand dripped down the bowl and onto the tile. She pressed her head to the cold floor and wept. She heard Dorota come in her room, so she swallowed up her tears quickly.
"Miss Blair, package come for you." Dorota hollered, setting the box on Blair's bed. Blair flushed the toilet and padded into her room, smiling when she saw the gold box with Chuck's monogrammed note card attached to it. She removed the note card and read it.
Tonight. 8:00 The Carlyle. I think we're both ready. -C
Blair slowly pulled the dress out of the box. It was a blood red, flowing dress. It took her breath away. It was one of the most beautiful dresses she had ever seen. She hugged to her chest and closed her eyes. She opened them and stared at the shattered mirror. She held the dress up to her neck and looked into the mirror.
"I am Blair Waldorf." She murmured, taking in a deep breath.
"…And I'm going to own this freakin dress like it's my job."
The work day seemed to go by so slow. At five o clock, he took the limo to the Empire to get ready. He didn't even know if Blair would show up. He wouldn't be surprised if she didn't. He and she both knew the paparazzi would find them and torture them. Chuck was ready to face them head on. He just wasn't so sure if Blair was.
He whipped off his tie and tossed it in the corner. Monkey lied on his bed, staring at him questioningly.
"What Monkey?" He hissed, looking at the dog. Monkey cocked his head.
"Okay maybe I'm a tad nervous. I haven't been on a formal date with her in years!" He shouted, not noticing Nate come up to his door to see what the commotion was about.
"Since when did you start talking to animals?" Nate smirked. Chuck shot him a look.
"Since my best friend is never around to talk to." He spat, opening his bow-tie drawer. Nate came in his room and plopped down next to Monkey.
"You spent three days at Blair's. What's going on?" He asked.
"Were going on a date tonight."
"In public?"
"Yes Nathanial. I think we're ready. We've been cooped up for almost a month. We're about to go stir-crazy!" He picked up his bow-tie and put it on.
"Well if anything goes wrong, call me and Serena. We'll send a car to get you guys if the paparazzi get…"
"I'll handle it. Thanks for your concern." Chuck said.
"Game of pool before I leave?"
"Absolutely." Nate responded, hopping off the bed.
Chuck paced nervously outside The Carlyle. It was 8:15, and Blair still wasn't there. He knew Blair liked to be fashionably late, but it still racked up his nerves. He was deathly afraid she wouldn't come. Or worse, she would come and be hounded by paparazzi until the point she broke down. Either one was a bad outcome in Chuck's hands. He hoped for the best and stared into the street.
And then a limo pulled up. It only took him seconds to know that she was in that limo. One Prada heel hit the pavement and the other one followed. She stood up, her back facing him. The dress cut down her back, exposing a good amount of skin, but not too much. Then she turned around. And it was like lightning struck. Her curly, chestnut hair flowed gracefully down her body. Her eyes were vibrant and full of life, making Chuck's heart race. She smiled her famous smile, and he could see. Standing there was not just any old girl. It was Blair Waldorf. The girl he had fallen in love with five years ago. The girl he could never let go. The girl who he could never live without. The girl that was his true love.
She smiled and started making her way to him. The world seemed to be moving in slow-motion. He heard her heels hit the pavement with incredible force and his heart race inside of him. The red dress seemed to sparkle in the moon light as if she were a goddess. She stopped in front of him and smiled.
"I think through all of this, I forgot was Blair Waldorf." She admitted, looking down at the ground. She batted her eyes and looked back up at him.
"But then I remembered that you're Chuck Bass. And you love me. And no one can tell me otherwise."
Chuck's reaction was broken by a band of paparazzi, interrupting their perfect moment. Chuck turned to rush Blair inside, but she stopped him.
"Want to go up in flames together?" She asked, stepping in close to him. He smirked.
"No one can tell us otherwise."
She smacked her lips on his, pulling him into a forceful embrace. The camera lights washed them out, flickering on and off rapidly. She squeezed her body tight against his, never letting her lips leave his. He let his hand travel to the side of her dress where it massaged her thigh. She moaned and continued to kiss him. The paparazzi were dumbfounded by their public make out session, their cameras never seeming to stop flashing. Blair finally broke away from Chuck and laughed. She turned her head towards the paparazzi, her one hand draped around Chuck's neck.
"Does this mean you and Chuck are officially back together?" A paparazzi hollered, pushing himself up to Blair and Chuck. He outstretched his hand with a tape recorder to capture her answer.
"I would say so." She said. As he pressed the stop button, Blair took the tape recorded and threw it to the ground. She smashed the heel of her Prada's int the mid-section of the recorder, shattering it in half. She slowly withdrew her foot and stood up straight, looking at the smashed tape recorder. Chuck looked at her, holding back laughter. She took a step towards the shocked paparazzi. She smiled her famous bitch smile.
"Haven't you heard? I'm the crazy bitch around here." Blair said, looking dead into the shocked interviewer's eyes.
"And you should really update your equipment. We aren't in the 90s."
She turned her back to the flabbergasted paparazzi and looked at Chuck. She smiled and took his hand.
"Now let's go claim our reservation shall we?" She said, her public takedown excitement ringing through her voice. Chuck took her hand and the duo walked into The Carlyle, leaving the paparazzi and flashing cameras behind them. No one could stop them now.
Like? Love? Hate? I know it's sort of jumpy, but I hope you like the whole 'blair finding herself' thing because I think that's going to be a key part in the show as it should be. I am still recovering from last episode (mostly the promo) and am contemplating doing another fic like this one off of that story line. Do not fret; I still will be writing this one. But subscribe to me for more stories ;) Leave a review of what you think and what you hope for the show! You know you love me ;) BeccaHe Wh
