AN: Thank you for reviewing. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Sundays seem to be thought of as a family day. Well in this case, if you're an Upper East Sider, society is your family, and brunch is your roast.
Blair sat on the round table of ten, with Nate and his family to her right. Next to Mr. Archibald sat her mother, and next to her were another Upper East Side couple, and another familiar face and a new installment. There was an empty seat set at their table to Blair's left, and it hurt recalling the fact her father rather spent his time with a man in France than at brunch with her. Chuck gladly ditched his own seat at his father's table to fill up that void.
"Hey Chuck, bored yet?" Nate asked hopeful as Chuck slid into the empty seat. What better way to survive brunch than getting baked. Especially now that he had to sit next to Blair, Nate was far from comfortably numb. He'd hardly seen her since he went to her place the other day. And she never brought up the flowers he left for her. Had she not got them? Whatever, he needed a joint.
"My father had some private business to discuss" Chuck responded, as if that was reason enough for him to have been booted off his table. It had been before, and as always no one would question the son of the host if and when he decided to switch seats.
"Well, we're happy to have you sit with us Charles. Nate, could you please pass the butter?" Anne Archibald played her role as a model wife as perfectly as she mustered not jabbing her husband to stop talking business with Blair's mother.
A waiter made his way around the table, as they served continuously throughout the duration of the brunch. Having finally reached Blair, he asked as he had multiple times prior to the others at the table; "Would you like some bread Madame"
"She should not" Eleanor responded for her daughter, interrupting the conversation with Mr. Archibald completely for the sake of the input.
"No thank you" Blair was quick to recover from the stern tone her mother used. She managed to smile pleasantly regardless and reached for her water. Its times like these she remembers who her rock really is, as Chuck took her hand under the table and squeezed it supportively. "If you'll excuse me" she squeezed his hand back and let go.
Nate and Chuck both watched Blair get up and walk out the hall. Dozens of tables were set up, and along the buffet, waiters walked around with drinks, bread and other condiments to present for those who rather be served than fill their own plates.
"She hasn't talked to me all day" Nate whispered, having slid into Blair's seat to talk to Chuck.
"Have you talked to her?" Chuck seemed quite dulled by the topic.
"No, but what can I say? I told you man I tried to give her flowers and a gift and she wasn't there. She's never free anymore... you think she's found someone else?" Nate kept whispering but Chuck stopped listening at one point.
"Excuse me" He just got up abruptly, not even caring that Nate seemed to protest and walked to where Blair could be, even though he begged with every step that she wouldn't succumb to that.
The door opened and a woman walked out. He shot her his best mischievous smile, and she attempted to hide her disgust, but he couldn't care as he slid into the bathroom. The ladies room was divided into the stalls section, and a rather chic waiting area with mirrors and a round chair in the middle. Even when going to the toilet, upper east siders would choose to do so in class.
"Blair?"
"Chuck" she stopped reapplying her lipstick and gave him her best smile. She was nowhere near the toilets, just by one of the large mirrors with her bag on the small provided space of a ledge underneath.
"I was worried" he admitted.
"You shouldn't be" she took a few steps towards him, sashaying her hips provocatively as she did. "I was going to text you... but since you're already here" she lift a hand and slid it past him to lock the bathroom door.
"What brought this on then?" the mood was quick to change. And his smirk was quite evident. She leaned into him to smile and turned around to walk back towards the seat. She undid the sash around her dress and was quick to slide it off.
"I doubt that matters"
"True" Chuck followed "but I would still like to know why"
"Because doing this is far more pleasurable" Blair replied, looking over her shoulder to find him right behind her. She tilt her head up and he kissed her kindly. Her arm wrapped itself around his neck and pulled him down, as she felt him draw her backside closer to his throbbing erection.
"You intoxicate me" it slipped between kisses as they manoeuvred around so that Blair was underneath him on the circular couch.
"Care to wager your addictions on that?" she smiled up at him, playing with the lapels of his jacket, not as much desperate to rip him of his clothes as she was to just enjoy his company.
"You're the only vice I need Waldorf" he corrected.
"You should really fix things with Blair Nate" Mr. Archibald instructed the second the three stepped back into their home.
"What makes you say that?" Nate responded pissed. He couldn't get a joint between meals, and Chuck ditched barely half way through. Blair returned to say hello to a few more people and then left too. He was officially alone and he didn't like the lack off attention.
"Sweety, your father is just concerned. You two didn't seem at all friendly at brunch" His mother was supportive. She always had been, since Blair was like a daughter to her; even if Blair only took her as Nate's mother.
"She's just stressed with work" He passed it along as the only excuse. Blair didn't seem at all stressed, other than a little hurt today, but it was beyond him anymore. He got her flowers, he even wanted to give her a gift, but she wasn't there. So what he's done to have hurt her was something beyond him.
"Well, how about after your tutoring session today we go get her something nice from the store" His mother smiled and he couldn't help wanting to just shake her and tell her he'd already tried doing that.
"Sure" he shrugged. "I need to get my books ready" He excused himself and dashed up the stairs. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text.
Help
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"Calm yourself" Blair had to say it out loud. She stood at his door and couldn't bring herself to even knock. They had to cut their fun short earlier as the brunch came to a close, and she had to escort her mother out since her father no longer gave a shit.
Now here she was in the hall. Standing in a Burberry coat as only Audrey could pull off, and knew she had minimal clothing underneath. Thankfully there was light rain outside or it would have looked far too odd. She wouldn't knock, no she would do this.
She reached for the handle and turned it. It was unlocked. "Chuck" she called out for him.
A muddle of noise emerged from the next room. It was the first time she'd ever seen the slide doors leading to his bedroom shut. She made her way to it, but at that second he opened them to step out and stop her.
"Blair, what are you doing here?" he seemed flustered, and she couldn't help her assumptions.
"What the hell Chuck?" she was quick to yell. She didn't need much to know what was probably going on behind those doors. He looked dishevelled, tired, and he hasn't even changed out of his clothes from earlier, despite the few missing attributes of a bowtie, shoes, and a suit jacket.
"Chuck! I'm waiting!" another voice emerged from behind the sliding doors and she looked at him even more surprised which turned to rage in milliseconds.
"A guy!" she walked past him. "You go behind my back to fuck another guy!" she forced the doors open and took a second to observe the scene of the bedroom she knew as pristine.
There on the ground and bed laid piles of books and paper work. By the desk sat a boy, fully clothes, with a pen in hand starting to get pissed off, tapping the desk in aggravation as his eyebrows furrowed to the sight of Blair.
"For the record, and the last time, Chuck Bass is not my type" Dan spoke up and stood from his seat. Collecting his books off the table and shoved them into his bag he was fully prepared to walk out. "I'm leaving, it's late. Tut you better not make me wait two hours next time and tell me you have a brunch" he stormed past Chuck, and turned one last time at the door. "It's called common courtesy" and the door slammed shut.
Blair didn't know whether to yell, laugh, or just ask the obvious. "Who was that?"
"Humphrey" Chuck sighed and turned to the door, rushing out of it to catch up to the other boy.
Blair just stood there and waited. She looked around the room and saw a stack of English essays. She made her way to them and started to read through. It was Chuck's work, undeniably as he signed each as he would a business agreement, a cursive that was unmatched. Too bad his handwriting lacked the same perfection as she read his work with slight difficulty.
"Sorry. I had to tell him to keep it to himself that you were here" Chuck explained, returning to the room. He took in the sight of the mess, and instinctively began to clear the clutter.
"You were studying?"
"Yes, Humphrey tutors me almost daily"
"Why didn't you tell me?" he didn't respond. She took that as embarrassment or just another topic Chuck never thought discussing was a good way to spend their time. "I could help you know"
"I rather that help to be of the physical kind" he smirked as he managed to clear his bed. "Isn't that why you're here?" he seemed hurt saying it, and she did too hearing it. Sure she came for some private time, but it wasn't a matter of sex in and out. She did enjoy Chuck's company as well.
"This is good" she held up a short story essay, unable to respond to his attack. "I like how you made him seem like Nate" she mentioned offhandedly avoiding his bed.
"Well, it seems to always be the oblivious one who gets the prize" Chuck shrugged, having used the hero in his story to explain a success that comes to those who deserve it regardless of hard work.
"Unless that prize knows better" she said it. She knew that this was no longer about the story of the boy who successfully won the love of everyone. "Because if she was worth having..." she stopped. She can't go down that road. Nate was her happily ever after, but Chuck was the one present she adored unwrapping.
"That was quite the vulgar word you used earlier" Chuck changed the topic again.
"You've heard me say worse before" She rolled her eyes at him
"Yes, but only when you're begging for it" Chuck admitted mischievously.
"I suppose" she felt immune to his role-play, and enjoyed the power knowing exactly how she'd torture him. "Care to say so in French"
"I take Latin" he corrected
"I know you take French Chuck" she lifts up the French book she spotted on one of the tables for him to see and gives him her best smirk. "Or we could do Math?"
"I know Math Blair" he almost moaned, truly knowing math logically and instinctively. "In fact, I'd like to add the bed to our equation right now as a constant" he recovered.
"French it is then" she smiled and took the seat at the desk. She opened the before patting the seat next to her for Chuck to join.
"What are you doing Blair?" he complained, sighing evidently to prove his point.
"Studying with you, I have finals too you know" she smiled, but had to adjust herself as she remained in her coat that made a little too much skin contact with her lack of attire beneath.
"Would you like me to hang that for you?" he asked dulled by having to study even more.
"I would, If I was wearing clothes underneath" That line alone sparked his interest to the next degree, or 180.
"What do I have to do then to spare you the discomfort then?" he attempted to undo the sneakily, but she slapped his hand away.
"Exercise eleven" she pointed at the page. "It's one of our teacher's favourite questions. And since ours are assigned to write up your tests and yours are assigned to us, I can tell you now that this will surely come up"
"Another thing is coming up as we speak" she ignored him and grabbed pens for herself and Chuck. He pulled out a couple of notepads, in surrender; and began to read the questions asking him about his name and some other things about himself, or so he predicted having recognised a few words.
"Look here" she pointed to the previous page and circled a paragraph. She was already familiar with the book as the one she had a year ago, having been assigned to a higher level of French than most. "This is the closest example you can get to answer these questions. You could easily figure out how to answer each of the questions separately rather than an essay form from what He says about himself here." She made sure she gave Chuck her attention as she said this and returned to underline sentences in the book, listing each by topic. "Name, and age are simple." She pointed at the line in French that was written by a fifteen year old boy named Jacque. "Family and friends" she circled a few lines which said that he had sisters and brothers, and a best friend he liked playing soccer with. "And then hobbies, travelling..." she continued referring to the book "basically a combination of everything learnt throughout the year"
"I haven't exactly looked at the book from the start" Chuck waited a moment and had to add "or ever".
"What about the so called tutor?" she watched him critically, raising her brow in question.
"He takes Italian" Chuck shrugged
"Well then, I guess I have no choice but to tutor you myself"
"Only if I get to repay the favour later" he winked suggestively, making her smile as she registered what he said as more endearing than what she used to perceive as disgusting.
"Only if you ask nicely... In French"
AN: Ok so i wanted to give Chuck and Blair more reason to spend time together. Having been worried about it in the previous chapter and all. What do you guys think. Did you like how Nate assumes he's always what makes Blair sad. Or how Chuck gets Blair better, and predictabley well now, even if she still surprises him on occasion?