*The Funeral*
Chapter 8
*That Green Gentleman*
A/N: Sorry it took forever. I knew exactly how I wanted to start and finish this chapter but nothing in between, I got about halfway through then got blocked on where to go next and finally when I get my inspiration and I'm writing like crazy, I get so sick I can't even barely stand up or even think coherent thoughts over my pounding headache. But I'm almost all better and luckily got inspired, yay!
Thanks to all my reviewers. You are fabulous.
I'm going to try to attempt getting the next chapter out before next Saturday or as I like to call it my 17th birthday!
Disclaimer: If I owned GG…sigh…I would invite all the wonderful writers from FF to not run the show into the ground and I would actually listen to what the fans wanted. Oh yeah and Blair and Chuck would be having sex.
Blair and Chuck hadn't talked, had barely seen each other, in four days. He had realized very quickly how spectacular she was at avoiding people she didn't want to talk to. Just as she had realized how incredibly persistent he was when he wanted to see someone.
He was actually missing talking to her, laughing with her, being close enough to smell her perfume, he missed everything that was Blair Waldorf, not that he would ever admit to it. This is the reason he found himself walking through the halls of Constance Billard, on his way to talk to a girl because he missed her.
She turned her back to him just as he rounded the corner. He let his eyes slid over her backside, the flowing brunette curls, the dark tights, the short skirt, God he loved private girls schools.
"You're Blair, right?" A voice came to his ears, making his eyes snap from their appreciativegaze.
"Yes." She addressed the blonde haired boy that stood before her.
"I'm Adam, Adam Hayes." Of course the star lacrosse player comes to hit on her right as he's about to apologize, he shivered inwardly at the word.
"Nice to meet you Adam." She stuck her dainty hand out to him and he took it.
"I'm almost positive we've already met." Adam said smiling.
"Really, I don't recall." This was good, she was blowing him off.
"I almost spilled my cappuccino on you your first day. I must say you have surprisingly quick reflexes." He was still smiling; maybe he didn't get the hint.
"Then, I suppose it's nice to meet you again." She paused for a moment. "Was there something you needed?"
"Oh yeah, sorry, you see there's this concert Saturday and a lot of great bands are playing, you know like Vampire Weekend, Band of Horses and Panic at the disco, and I wondered if you wanted to come with me?"
"Vampire…Weekend." She let a small laugh come from her lips, causing a confused look to pass over Adam's face.
"Do you not like them?"
"No, I like them, it's just an inside joke with one of my friends, back home."
"Oh well, do you want to go? It doesn't have to be a date; we can just go as friends."
"Well, you're not my friend." A disappointed look crossed his face. "So, I guess it's a date."
"Really?" He got this goofy grin on his face that made Chuck want to vomit.
"Sure, I'll see you Saturday." Chuck clenched his fists, his jaw locked in clear displeasure and he wasn't even sure why.
"Great, I'll pick you up, Saturday at six." Adam practically jumped up and down in excitement.
"Okay."
Adam walked down the hall, a skip in his step; his aquamarine eyes shining and he walked right past a glaring Chuck and didn't even take notice. Chuck was now contemplating all the ways he could bludgeon this boy, leave him in a huddled heap on the ground, maybe he could pay someone to do it for him. He began walking towards Blair, was almost halfway there before he realized she had already disappeared down the hall. He would have to wait for Saturday, then.
Really, what was she doing? Going on a date with a guy who practically cried because his coffee spilled on the floor, that's what. She had no reasoning, whatsoever, explaining her acceptance of the boy's proposal. Well, whatever the reason, it wasn't because she had felt Chuck eyes on her, burning holes through her skin.
"Hey Blair, your date's here." She heard Eric call to her from downstairs, a slight hint of teasing in his tone.
"Coming." She yelled to him.
She glanced at herself in the mirror, appraising her Andrew Gn dress. It was made of a black and white leaf print fabric, stopping at her mid-thigh, sleeveless with a scoop neckline. It had a black and white striped bow at the waist, accentuating her small waist and the hem was trimmed in black lace.
Applying a coat of pale pink lipstick, she decided she looked presentable and then began making her way down the staircase. Adam apparently found her appearance presentable as well; by the way he gaped at her, wide eyed, mouth hung open, eyes appraising her. He took a step forward when she reached the bottom of the stairs.
"I hope I'm not too overdressed." She said, smoothing invisible wrinkles from her dress.
"No, you look perfect." He said, still staring at her, most notably her bare legs.
"Thank you." Her eyes moved down, slight embarrassment on her features.
"Why don't you go downstairs, she'll be down in a moment?" Eric said from beside her.
"Oh, okay." Adam said before turning around and walking out of the penthouse.
"What?" Blair said to him.
"Blair…"
"Make it quick, I have a date."
"Yes, I've met him." He looked at her a moment. "What are you trying to pull Blair?"
"What in the world are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you going on a date with that blonde bimbo, when you would clearly have a much better time with Chuck."
"Eric." She glared at him.
"Don't try to deny it either, I saw the way you two were groping each other, when I walked in on you."
"I thought we agreed to never mention that day again."
"You agreed and stop avoiding the subject. I see the way you look at each other, the way you two talk like you've known each other your entire lives, and he makes you laugh, before we met him I couldn't even remember the last time you laughed. I was beginning to forget what it sounded like."
"He's just a friend and before you even mention it, that day was simply a minor lapse in judgment, nothing more, so stop bringing it up. It's never going to happen again."
"Yeah right." Eric muttered under his breath.
"It won't, now if you'll excuse me, I have a date." She turned around in a huff and began to walk to the elevator. "Don't wait up, brother darling."
Blair and Adam arrived just as Vampire Weekend began their set. Within minutes Adam was as close to the stage as he could get, dancing (well jumping really) to the music, a reluctant Blair at his side.
"I'm going to get a drink." She told him before wandering off towards the bar.
"Okay, hurry back." She faintly heard Adam say.
"Martini, please." She said to the bartender.
"Fancy seeing you here, Waldorf." Chuck said when he reached the bar, situating himself as close to her as possible.
"What are you doing here, Bass?" She asked, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Well, my date really enjoys Band of Vampires." He pointed to some stick thin, bleach blonde girl flailing her arms in the middle of the floor.
"Actually, it's Band of Horses or Vampire Weekend, pick one." She pointed out, earning a playful glare from him.
"Right well she enjoys one of them and regardless of if I know the name of not, she will still be thanking me accordingly."
"You are incredibly disgusting." She exclaimed, turning directly to him.
"Come on admit it, you're just jealous it's not you." He joked, leaning closer to her.
"Right, I'm sure that's it." She replied sarcastically.
"It is."
"I'm just glad I don't have to thank my date the way yours does."
"Does your pretty boy date know that that's the way you feel about it?"
"Well, I would hope he knows that I won't sleep with him to see a band."
"I don't know, he may have taken one too many lacrosse balls to the head."
She let a laugh escape from her lips, before turning back to the bar and retrieving her martini.
"Besides, thanking may not necessarily mean having good old fashioned sex with him. You could just give hi-" Chuck started before being interrupted.
"Okay, that's enough." She said turning her eyes from his.
"Why don't we get out of here? I'd love to have a repeat of last week." Chuck said, running his fingers up and down her arm.
"No." Blair replied, pushing his hand off of her.
"Why not? Everything was going so well until Eric interrupted us."
"Well, for one I have a date and so do you."
"They're a couple of dumb blondes; they'll gravitate towards each other."
"Maybe, I don't want to go with you."
"You know, you're a horrible liar."
"How would know if I'm lying or not?"
"Your eyes do this thing where they don't match your mouth."
She was prepared to respond, when suddenly she felt a presence at her side. Turning to see Adam beside her, she wondered how he could have possible snuck up on her.
"Just go away, Chuck." She said.
"I'm perfectly fine where I am, thank you. Unless you want to go somewhere a little less crowded with me." He said to Blair but stared directly at Adam.
"Hey man, you heard her, just leave us alone." Adam said stepping towards Chuck.
"Well man, the idea of me leaving her alone never seemed to have crossed her mind when she was underneath me just last week, and it sure as hell didn't cross her mind when she was on top of me with her hand on my-" He sneered, but Blair interrupted him before he could continue.
"Chuck!"
"Yes, Blair?" He asked calmly, turning his eyes to her.
"May I speak with you for a moment?" The glare she gave him left no room for argument, not that he was planning to argue. "Alone."
"Of course." He said, before she turned herself towards Adam.
"Adam, would you please excuse us?" She gave him a small smile at the question.
"Yeah, sure." Adam said, not fully understanding what was going on.
"Great, I'll be right back." She said before dropping a light kiss on his cheek and being quickly pulled away by Chuck's firm grasp on her arm.
His grasp loosened and eventually slid from her arm, across her back, dropping lower and lower the further they walked from the crowds dancing obnoxiously to the music. It had reached the small of her back by the time they arrived at a wooden door. He led the way past the oak door, into a small room that housed a couch on one side and a mirror on the other.
"What do you think you're doing, Waldorf?" He seethed into her ear once the door was closed behind them.
"I was trying to enjoy my date." She said, removing his hand from her back and turning around to face him. "What are you doing, Bass?" She poked a finger into his chest at the question.
"I was just informing your date about the extracurricular activities you've been partaking in recently, quite delightedly I might add."
"And why exactly do you feel he needs to know about anything I do when he's not there? He's not my boyfriend; in fact I didn't even know he existed until Thursday. So, why in the world would he need to know about any mistakes I made before I met him?"
"Mistake? That's surprising; you had me fooled into believing you wanted it by how enthusiastic you were. Those little sounds you were making didn't help either."
She flushed crimson and averted her eyes.
"I see you enjoyed it a tad more than you're letting on."
"No I didn't." She muttered, looking at her shoes.
"Well, it seems as if we're at an impasse, maybe we should get a second opinion. I'll go get your boyfriend, I'm sure he'll have something to say." He moved, as if to turn and walk out the door.
"Stop acting like an overprotective older brother." She said, grabbing his upper arm.
"Please don't ever associate me, you, and the word brother, when not referring to Eric, again. Unless you like that sort of thing."
"Why are you so overprotective of a girl you just met?" She asked ignoring him.
"Well we're friends and I don't want to see you make a mistake you'll regret." He leaned close to her. "Unless it's with me."
"It would never happen with you, because that I would definitely regret." She attempted to walk past him, out the door.
"If you're not going out there to break it off with poor Adam, then you're not leaving." He told her, blocking the door.
"Why would I break it off with him, our date was just getting started?"
"Even if you're not with me, you're not allowed with anyone else."
"So, you can go and screw as many nameless sluts as you want, but I'm not allowed to go on a date with someone. Tell me, do you do this with every girl."
"Only you, sweetheart." He said, brushing his thumb across her cheek.
"Oh, I feel so special." Sarcasm filled her tone as she slapped his hand away.
"You should."
"Are you jealous?" Blair asked, slight disbelief evident in her voice.
"I don't get jealous. What would I have to be jealous of?" Chuck said defensively.
"That he actually has the mental capacity to know that you should ask someone out if you like them."
"I wasn't aware that you would have accepted if I asked."
"Well, I guess we'll never know." She pushed him lightly, until his back hit the door.
"How about we say I asked, you accepted and we skip to the end of the date?"
He turned them around, pinning her to the door and connecting their lips. Her eyes were wide and she didn't respond to his kiss at first, until she felt his tongue slide across her bottom lip, causing her eyes to flutter closed and her lips to part through a gasp. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as his hands grasped her hips. Their tongues battled for dominance, Chuck eventually winning when his hand slid up her stomach to cup her breast, causing Blair to moan.
Both his hands moved to her back, steadily dropping lower, stopping for a moment to grab her ass before continuing to the backs of her thighs. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Her head fell back against the door when his mouth began trailing across her jaw, and then moved down her neck.
"Chuck." She moaned as his hand inched closer to her panties.
"Blair?" That was not Chuck's voice or his hand rapping against the door.
"Oh, my God, that's Adam!" She exclaimed in a heated whisper, letting her head fall against Chuck's shoulder when she noticed the black shading her vision.
"Blair, are you okay in there?" Adam asked and Chuck groaned before letting her feet resume their original position on the floor.
"I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute."
"Okay."
She waited until his footsteps faded completely before looking at Chuck.
"One of these days, we're bound to not get interrupted, Waldorf."
She turned her back to him and closed her hand around the doorknob.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I think I'm going to end my date early." She turned back to face him. "Do you think you could give me a ride home?" She gave him a pout.
"It would be my pleasure." He smirked.
"My hero." She said before giving him another kiss and leaving the room, immediately finding Adam.
"I guess you don't have to end the date after all." Chuck said from beside her as they looked at Adam making out with Chuck's date.
"Then, let's go."
"We could already be finished, if we had jus-" Chuck started but was cut off with Blair's mouth attacking his as they rode the elevator to her floor.
"I already told you, I'm not going to have sex with you in a limo."
"Why not? It's very pleasurable."
"I don't want to lose my virginity in a moving vehicle. I want candles and flowers and a bed."
"The leather seats are just as, if not more, comfortable than a bed. What could you possibly want a bed for?"
"They have more room for exploration." She finished in a seductive tone.
"And suddenly I like your idea so much better."
"I knew you would." She giggled before connecting their lips.
The elevator stopped on her floor and he lead her out, their mouths still attached.
"Marcus." She breathed pulling back from their kiss and before he could say anything, another voice sounded from the living room.
"Cousin."
I hope everyone enjoyed.
A/N: If you noticed, I went for a slightly more subtle JealousChuck, because even though I love the I'm gonna kill you if you lay a hand on my girl Chuck that so many people write so well on here. I felt this was more appropriate seeing as he hasn't even slept with, let alone fallen in love with Blair and at this point he just likes her and wants her terribly and other men hitting on her mostly just irks him and does not send him into a raving jealous rampage, even though I'm much more fond of that scenario.
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About the GG return, does anyone else find it disgusting that Serena and Nate are screwing in Blair's childhood home, in her bed no less, where I'm sure sleepovers with S and make out sessions with N took place numerous times over the years? And it looks like the same silk sheets that have been on the bed since the show started. The caramel kitchen scene with B in the next room was bad enough.
That's not the only thing I'm disappointed with though, but there are too many to mention.
Did nobody see what was going to happen with Mommy Dearest and Jack the Ass? I felt that SL was kind of predictable.
I also think they made Ed and Leighton sign a contract that says they can't have more than a peck on the lips and if they do, they fade out in five seconds flat because they want the other couples to try to be sexy and Chair would just steal the show.
I don't like their telling of Serenate, at least with Derena there was one smart person in the couple and Serena wasn't trying to do a Blair scheme, but I guess someone has to do it since Blair apparently can't anymore.
The only part that didn't completely make me want to vomit was the Jenny stuff, maybe it's the fact that she no longer looks like a sewer rat or maybe the fact that they're showing her for more than fifteen minutes in the second half of the season. Maybe that her SLs, though they may be very GG out there take on certain issues, don't seem as married couple (Chair), newlywed couple (Serenate), Yuck couple (Van) as the others. Because lately everything has been about dating or sex (lack thereof) at least she threw drugs into the mix for a while.
Sorry about ranting
Oh yeah, the dress is an actual dress by Andrew Gn(No I did not spell that wrong.) The ip adress is confusing and complicated and I suggest you just do a search for Andrew Gn leaf print dress. You'll most likely get Bergdorf Goodman or Nieman Marcus links, click on either, it's the same dress. I thought it looked kind of like something Blair might wear, if it doesn't then I just change her scense of style in my story. I do have creative control after all.
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