A/N: This is sort of late again, but I really don't think it matters because I'm not really sure if anyone's reading this anyway. This is the definate climax of the story. Tomorrow is the late update because the day after that (Monday!) is the first new GG episode. Yay. The next chapter will be more of an epilogue thing, because its pretty obvious what's going to happen after this.
Summary:
It wasn't a secret that Chuck was slightly jealous and possessive himself. Slightly. He knew eventually he wouldn't have the urge to pin Nate to the floor whole mercilessly pounding him in the face. Blair would soon be his and that wouldn't be necessary.
Disclaimer: I don't own GG or they wouldn't be dragging out this Chair thing for SO long.
Help me out, I need it.
I don't feel like touching her.
How did it happen?
I'd do anything just to be your man.
You're not going anywhere without me.
I don't feel like loving you.
I don't feel like touching you.
You can't tell anyone about me.
The phrases of everything that had happened in the past week wouldn't leave them alone. Most importantly, it seemed impossible for them to leave each other alone. So there they were, hauled up in the walk in clothing closet while their significant others were in the very next room, completely oblivious.
They were oblivious to her deception. They were oblivious to his knowledge. Most of all, they were oblivious to the most important and obvious thing to everyone else. The devil and the queen were pure unadulterated evil. They knew it. And they didn't care.
"This is wrong."
"That's a distinct possbility," Chuck responded simply. Blair paused in thought. The tension was palpable, but that really shouldn't have been a surprise. Opposites might attract, but fire against fire just causes more fire. The explosion should have been predicted. They just keep fooling themselves into thinking they won't keep coming back to each other.
"And I don't care," she finished. He knew the feeling. He couldn't find the will to care that they could be caught any second. "Do you think that makes me a bad person?" she asked quietly.
"No," he said immediately. "I don't think that makes you a bad person. I think it's bad to reject your true nature."
"I think you're right," Blair whispered.
"I knew that all along," Chuck confided.
1 Hour 7 Minutes Prior
"I think this is a bad idea," Nate said nervously.
"Why?" Blair asked innocently.
"Listen, after everything that's happened..." he was saying again.
"Relax, Archibald," Blair drawled. "I'm sorry, but I just had to get out the other night. But don't worry. Tonight will just be about us."
"Oh," Nate said vaguely. "Okay." He was well aware that Blair had ditched him to go to a club. But he was also aware that Chuck wasn't at his own house which also pointed to clubbing. He wanted to think that was a coincidence, but his sharp intuition told him better.
He was positive that Chuck had orchestrated the whole thing into making Blair meet him in a dark nightclub. He wasn't sure how he did it, but he knew Chuck was hell bent in destroying the beautiful relationship he and Blair shared. He couldn't let that happen. But he was also aware that when it came to Chuck, he had nothing. Chuck had all the power and he nothing to do to counter that.
"She's my best friend," Blair continued. "I'm sort of expected to show up there."
"Yeah, I know."
"And... he's your best friend, too," Blair said. She wasn't dense to the fact that Chuck was resenting Nate and they pretty much hated each other right now, but she wasn't suppsoed to know that. The best thing to do in this situation was to just play dumb.
"Yeah..." Nate said distantly again. Blair rolled her eyes. It was impossible to actually hold a full conversation with this person. All he gave her were monosyllablic answers. Again, she didn't have to wonder what went wrong with them. She would be lucky if she made it out alive at this night. She wasn't dull midned. She knew that Vanessa would be there as well.
"Let's go."
Chuck fastened his cuff links, staring back at himself in the mirror. He tied his bow tie with tightly, unsure of what might come. And yet, very sure. He was positive what was happening and he knew he couldn't stop it. He knew she didn't want it to end this way; to begin this way, but it was.
The music outside of his bedroom door swelled as he took a deep breath. He hastily combed his fingers through his hair. He didn't look right at all. He didn't feel right. That would probably have something to do with the starving artist that hovered outside of his bedroom door, completely aware of what transpired between him and True Love in a dark club the previous night. And yet, she didn't do a thing to stop it.
She didn't reprimand him when he found his way back to her, filled with that satisfaction that he was sure only sex could bring him. Blair was always the exception.
She should have told Nate or even argued with Chuck, but she just didn't. She just stared, watching life pass her by, never being able to partake, always the bystander.
Chuck could already hear the elevator ding. He could already hear Perfection's dark laughter, her stiletto clad feet, and the glittering of that one icy necklace that matched her so well.
He could already feel her warm flesh beneath his heated touch, the dark spaces which they would occupy. He knew what was to come. She didn't, though. She would. Chuck stared at his relfection one last time. It would do.
"Here we go."
Nate glared at Chuck across the room. He had the nerve to actually be with another woman and still stare down Blair who was oblivious to the entire thing. All she was talking about to the guests were shoes and what her mother's next line was going to be. He wished Blair wasn't so dense. Then he wouldn't have to fight the urge to pin Chuck to the floor while mercilessly pounding him in the face.
Chuck wasn't oblivious to Nate's stare. He just chose to ignore it. What he couldn't ignore, however, was the way Blair's eyes seemed to flick to his and made his heart thud in his ears. (Yes, he had finally disovered where that sneaky organ was.) He watched in anger as Nate throw a possessive arm around the shoulders that only belonged to two people. Blair and Chuck.
It wasn't a secret that Chuck was slightly jealous and possessive himself. Slightly. He knew eventually he wouldn't have the urge to pin Nate to the floor whole mercilessly pounding him in the face. Blair would soon be his and that wouldn't be necessary.
Vanessa knew she was being ignored but she was past caring now. Chuck was right. They really didn't have anything. Actually, they didn't even have a fake relationship. No one was fooled into thinking that they had anything to do with each other except harboring some serious homicidal feelings towards each other. She was just tired. She was tired of these Upper East Side games and tired of those stupid longing glances that she most certainly didn't miss that transpired between the devil and the queen of the Upper East Side. She was done.
Blair ignored the possessive hands across her shoulders. She wished Nate wasn't so dense. She had to get out of this room. She had to get away from Chuck's smoldering glances though the only thing she really wanted was to be alone with him. By this time, Vanessa was completely invisible to her. She didn't matter.
She could ignore her jealous tangents because it was obvious Chuck felt the exact same way about Vanessa as Blair herself did. She wished she could ignore Chuck, but she just couldn't. He was trying harder than usual to send her his thoughts through his eyes. She was very apt in disiphering those and it was obvious the message he was trying to convey to her. I need to see you right now. Alone.
Blair had managed to extricate herself from Nate's death grip to down multiple shots of sake. Luckily for her, she had built a tolerance since she was 13 so she didn't expect to feel the full effects. Unfortunately, there was one person who knew her better than he knew himself, and that meant he knew exactly where she was going.
She couldn't deal with this right now. She couldn't let her fall in the same trap, especially when she was supposedly committed to someone else. Damn him.
Blair mounted the steps to the second floor, tactfully avoiding everyone. She sipped her drink from the balcony, watching the party below. She definately didn't miss the scrutinizing look of one Vanessa Abrams.
Blair was aware that she knew everything. What she couldn't figure out was why she wasn't spilling about the whole afair. All it would have taken was one well shot photo in that club (though the strobes may have made that difficult) and Blair would be done.
Vanessa would get everything that she wanted. Blair just didn't relaly know what that was. Maybe Vanessa didn't really want anything. But Blair didn't know anyone who wanted nothing. Everyone wanted something.
She was so caught up in her own thoughts that for the first time that she could remember, she wasn't aware of a certain devil's movents. That's why it caught her by suprise when his warm and firm grasp latched to her elbow and pulled her into the hallway where his and Serena's rooms were.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded in a stage whisper.
"We need to talk," he said calmly.
"Here?" she asked. "In public?"
"What other venues do you suggest?" he asked. His eyes locked on Serena's door that was slightly ajar.
"What?" Blair asked, suddenly feeling tired. She couldn't do this anymore. She was so good at the deception and manipulation, but not when it came to shunning her feelings for the one person that meant anything to her.
"Come on," he said, pulling her along. It was only when they were safely inside of Serena's room that Blair realized their fingers were entertwined. Chuck cast his gaze around the room, as though he were afraid of cameras or something.
"Bass, what are you--"
She was cut off as he dragged her further. He threw the doors open to Serena's walk in closet, pulling Blair inside and shutting the doors behind them, shrouding them in darkness.
"I'm not... being with you inside of a closet, Bass," Blair drawled through the darkness.
"Why?" Chuck smirked, flicking the lights on. "It's not like we haven't done it before."
"That was one time," Blair said indignantly. "And I told you it wouldn't happen again."
"That's not what this is about," he said seriosuly.
"What is this, then?" she questioned.
"I just..." Chuck paused. "Needed you. Last night I realized something."
"What?" Blair asked, unable to look him in the eye.
"We're fooling ourselves thinking that we can stay away from each other like this."
"You're fooling yourself into thinking that I don't need this," she countered. "I'm doing this to save myself. Do you think you can do tha, or something?"
"Yes," he said simply. "You don't need Nate. You don't need anyone. Not for this, anyway. You've risen to the top before, you can do it again. With me."
Blair just looked to the ground. He was right, but she couldn't admit that. She was scared. She wanted him so much and yet, she knew that it could crash and burn horribly. But maybe it was all worth it.
"Blair." He tipped his fingers to her chin, and tilted her face towards his. "Help me out, I need it."
"With what?" she asked softly.
"With you. I'm done playing games with you. I just want...you."
"What about Vanessa?" Blair asked.
"I told you that there's nothing there."
"You think that's all there is to it?" Blair inquired.
"Isn't there?" he asked. "I know what I want. What I want is you. That is all there is to it."
"I know you, Chuck," she said sadly. "You won't leave her until I leave Nate. We are the same, I know that. Leaving her would make your position vulnerable."
"I don't want her," Chuck said in frustration.
"Why?" Blair asked.
"You know why," Chuck said. "I told you there's only you."
"So you're done with her?" Blair just wanted to make sure. She didn't like being made vulnerable either.
"I don't feel like touching her," was all he said. It was enough.
"I'm still with Nate," Blair warned him.
"For now," he smarmed.
"What makes you so confident?" Blair sneered.
"I just know," he shrugged.
"You know what?"
"It doesn't matter what Nate thinks you have. He doesn't know you at all. Not really. I know you the best. In the end, we're the best for each other. He'll eventually find that out. You already know it."
"Nate's perfect," she smiled. "What makes you think you have the upper hand."
"Because I do," he said simply. "Blair. I'd do anything just to be your man. You want me to go down there and break things off with Vanessa publicly? I'll do it. You want me to tell Nate that we've been up here the entire time in my sister's dark closet? I'll do it. You want me to announce to the entire room how I've never stopped falling for you since Victrola? I'll do anything."
"Why are we in here?" Blair asked randomly.
"Because I needed to talk to you alone," Chuck said firmly.
"No," Blair shook her head. "Why are we in Serena's closet?"
"Because I don't trust you in my room ever since that little escapade at Jenny Humphrey's rager."
"That was necessary," Blair said unrepentant. "You kissed Vanessa in front of me. You deserved it." Chuck just smiled. There she was. The real Blair Waldorf. The unrepentant Queen Bitch of the Upper East Side. The one for him.
The moment took hold of Chuck with the hands of Fate and he swiftly leaned into Blair. She was so surprised (even though she shouldn't have been) that she didn't move. He pulled her against his body, his hand on the small of her back, his tongue twisting visciously with hers until they were both out of breath.
"I have to go," she whispered hotly into his ear. She reached for the door knob when he caught her elbow again.
"You're not going anywhere without me," he vowed darkly. He quickly reached for the side wall and flicked off the switch. Blair didn't move through the darkness. Darkness + Chuck Bass = Trouble.
She could still feel his electric fingers burning into her arm. She couldn't move. She couldn't speak. All she could think of were his lips dancing beneath hers.
She let Chuck pull her back to him as he pressed her against the wall. This dance she liked. This game she liked. She would play this game with Chuck until they both died.
"This is wrong," she gasped desperately against his mouth. He leaned his forehead against hers. She could already feel his smirk. It was like a sixth sense of hers.
"That's a distinct possbility," he breathed.
"I don't care," she whispered, her breath caressing his ear. He laid his kisses on the crook of her neck. Blair tried to regulate her breathing. She didn't think it was working. "Do you think that makes me a bad person?" she finally asked.
"No," Chuck shook his head. She could feel the movement. "I don't think that makes you a bad person. I think it's bad to reject your true nature."
"I think you're right," she agreed.
"Well I knew that all along," he said smugly.
"I suppose you're right about that too," she rolled the eyes that he couldn't see. But he could feel it. "You're always right."
"About everything," he agreed.
"Chuck," she said huskily.
"Blair." He matched her tone.
"We really are evil people, aren't we?"
"You don't care." It wasn't a question.
"No," she said simply. "I don't. I was just wondering why it took me so long to realize it. And realize that there was only one other person out there like me."
"That's because happiness is not on the menu," he echoed the familiar phrase he had once spouted to Nathaniel. "Things are different here than they are in the real world. But all of that doesn't matter. Not when you're with me."
"Good," she replied. "Because I'd never forgive you if you left me again."
"I wouldn't forgive myself," he admitted.
"We don't have to say it yet," she mused, voicing what they were already thinking.
"You already did," he reminded her.
"Then forget I did," Blair suggested. "If it makes it better, forget I said anything and we can start again."
"I don't want to forget what you said," Chuck husked seductively. "I just can't say it yet. I don't want to ruin this."
"And what is this, Chuck?" she questioned.
"Us," he said firmly.
"Is that enough for you?" she asked softly.
"Yes. If it's enough for you."
"You know it is," she said with a smile.
"Good."
Their breaths mingled together again, combining into one before they stepped out of the closet together.