Manhattan School of Arts chap 10
Summary : Summary : Nate and Chuck are friends. Blair and Serena are friends. They all gain places at the prestigious Manhattan School of Arts and the year is set to be very interesting. Definitely AU but may go on to contain other GG characters.
Hola! I'm back :) Thank you for those of you who reviewed last chapter, it was such a lovely thing to come back to! I hope you enjoy this next chapter and review :D
I know I say this every chapter, but once again Kate2008 has worked her beta magic and made it possible for me to publish this so soon after I got back. So much kudos and thanks to her!
Disclaimer : I guess I now own all the sand that came back with me from Spain via various items of beach clothing, but not GG.
Blair was dressed and sitting down for breakfast when Serena's alarm rang on Monday morning. She heard Serena groan and throw the alarm clock on the floor but did not hear her get out of bed. Rolling her eyes, Blair walked into Serena's room, "S!" She said loudly.
"Ahh!" Serena sounded briefly alert before closing her eyes again, "What is it, B?" She mumbled into her pillow.
"It's Monday!" Blair replied cheerily as she pulled the duvet off Serena, causing her friend to curl up in a ball, "Day one of real life at MSA."
"Five more minutes, please." Serena begged, although she knew it was pointless.
"Nope, get up!" Blair began to sing loudly as she flung Serena's curtains open, flooding the room with sunlight. She smiled in satisfaction as Serena sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes and squinting against the light.
"Job done Blair." She grumbled as Blair continued to sing, "Blair!"
"Yes?" Blair stopped singing and looked at Serena innocently.
"Out." Serena commanded, glaring at her friend.
"Fine." Blair replied, "But if you're not out in twenty minutes, I'm coming back in!" She called over her shoulder as she left Serena's room.
Twenty one minutes later, Serena emerged from her room to find Blair, dressed in her dance attire with a stern look on her face. "You're late."
"I'm sorry. Thanks for waking me up by the way; I probably would have missed the first class otherwise."
"Don't speak too soon. We've got ten minutes to make it across campus." Blair grumbled, she hated being late for anything. "Here." She handed Serena a croissant, "You can eat on the way."
"The first thing I may have done this morning is hate you, but I do love you. Thank you, B." Serena said graciously, taking the croissant from Blair as they left the apartment.
"Don't worry about it, I'm supposed to call Lily and let her know if you're behaving." Blair glanced at Serena, "And I do not like to be the bearer of bad news...actually, that's a lie." She continued thoughtfully, "I love bearing bad news to some people, but definitely not Lily."
Serena sighed dramatically, "And I thought I was moving away from my mother."
"We're sisters, S." Blair emphasized, linking her arm in Serena's. "I just happen to be the more mature, more sensible sibling." She grinned at her friend.
"Well, you play the role perfectly." Serena smiled fondly at Blair. "You're in a chipper mood today." She observed upon seeing Blair's bright smile.
"That's because." Blair proclaimed, "Whilst I have enjoyed parts of our first week at MSA. The sole reason I came here was for the arts, and from here on, it's all about the arts!"
"What about evenings?" Serena enquired although she already knew the answer.
"Practise and good sleep." Blair confirmed with a nod.
"Weekends?"
"Well..." Blair trailed off at the hopeful look on her friend's face, "Maybe I can handle a night out..." Serena squealed, cutting her off, "Once a month." Blair finished. "By all means, don't let me stop you from enjoying yourself. Just…remember why we're here, S."
"How could I forget, B? Especially living with you." Serena laughed as they arrived at the Dance Building. "Well...here's where I spend all day, every day. Wait...don't you have drama or vocal lessons today?"
Blair nodded, "Yes, but later. I have dance with you first." She looked at her watch and promptly began ushering Serena indoors, "Hurry, we've got two minutes."
On entering the studio, Blair placed her hands on her hips as she regarded the other students who were filtering into the room. She frowned as a group of three girls walked in with similar expressions that Blair would have usually associated with herself, confidence. They were definitely people to be wary of. Blair continued to watch them as they prepared for the lesson, taking off their jackets to reveal startlingly thin bodies with bones visible under their leotards. Serena glanced at her friend with a worried expression as Blair stared at the girls, running a self conscious hand across her own flat stomach,
"Blair." Serena attempted to draw her friend's attention away from the girls, "Blair." Serena repeated, louder, causing Blair to turn and look at her, "Sweetie, don't." Serena said gently as she pulled Blair's hand away from her stomach, Blair let out a loud sigh.
"Let's warm up." She said, pasting a big grin on her face.
"Okay." Serena said cautiously as she sat down on the floor, watching Blair carefully. "Okay."
...
"Chuck man! Get up!" Nate picked up a pillow from Chuck's bed and threw it at his friend's head.
"Nathaniel, I'm sure someone like you understands the importance of beauty sleep. Now shut up and let me have mine." Chuck groaned with his face in his pillow.
"Dude, come on. We've got twenty minutes before classes start!" Nate persisted, taking the pillow up and preparing to throw it again. Chuck knew that while Nate wasn't the brightest bulb, he had a hard throw and a good aim.
"Alright!" Chuck stuck a hand in the air, waving Nate away. "I'm getting up."
"Good." Nate nodded with satisfaction, "We have to leave in ten minutes." He leaned against Chuck's doorway and waited for his friend to physically get out of bed.
Chuck stuck his head up, looking bleary eyed, "Don't you have your hair to do or something?"
Nate laughed, accustomed to Chuck's quips at his bangs, "You're just jealous." He teased.
"Of course, what I would give to have hair like yours." Chuck remarked sarcastically, running a hand through his own dishevelled bed head.
"It's easy man! You just gotta get up a bit earlier in the mornings, then there's this really good conditioner-"
"Nathanial. Sarcastic. Get out!" Chuck ground out through a clenched jaw. Nate backed hastily out of Chuck's room, he knew Chuck well enough to know when to scamper.
"Seven minutes and counting!" He called as he left.
Six and a half minutes later, Chuck emerged from his room, moaning about early mornings and necessity of sleep.
"Whatever, man. We gotta go." Nate said, throwing Chuck his keys.
"I don't know why you bothered to wait." Chuck grumbled, "We don't have any of the same classes."
"Yes, but I thought I'd be nice and wait for my best friend; not to mention you probably wouldn't make it to class at all if I hadn't woken you up." Nate said. Chuck looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Okay, and I heard that music and dance buildings were next to each other and I don't know where that is." He admitted reluctantly.
Chuck laughed, "Of course." He shrugged his jacket on, "Okay, I'm set. Let's go."
The two boys made their way across campus. Upon arriving at the front of the two buildings, they parted. Entering the dance studio, Nate went straight over to Blair and Serena, who were limbering up. He gave Serena a quick kiss on the lips before turning to Blair.
"Blair!" He said in a surprised voice, "Don't you have vocals this morning?"
"Nope." Blair furrowed her brows, "Vocals is after dance."
Nate grinned sheepishly, "Oops."
"What's wrong?" Serena asked.
"Chuck will not be happy."
"What's Chuck got to do with this?" Blair said in a guarded tone.
"Well, I may have woken him up two hours earlier than necessary." Nate admitted, "I'm sure he'll be fine, there's plenty of shops around and if not, he can always watch this dance lesson from the gallery." Nate shrugged, indicating a large window at the top of the dance studio.
"He is not watching." Blair snapped immediately, "He can wait outside."
"Umm…okay." Nate replied uncertainly, "I'm sure he'll find something to do. What's the deal anyway?"
Blair was saved from answering by the arrival of the teacher, a youngish blonde man, followed by a stunning redhead woman who Blair assumed to be the assistant.
"Hellooo students. I'm Mr. Henley, but call me Jay. This is Miss. Fint, but call her Sarah." He indicated the woman next to him, "Now, you've all signed up to a gruelling programme that will require hard work -and dedication," Blair glanced at Serena with her classic I-told-you-so look, at which Serena rolled her eyes, "That's not to say we won't have fun!" Jay continued, laughing as he took in the tired looks on his students faces, "Listen carefully, as I will only say this once. As we don't give official grades to students in the first year, everything we do this year will contribute to the final showcase at the end of the year. If you wish to find out how you are progressing, feel free to ask me or Sarah and we can give you a rough indication, but this year is the most easy-going of the three that you will spend here at MSA, so enjoy it." He clapped his hands together to indicate that he had finished all he had to say, "And finally, any questions?" He looked around at the expectant faces of the students, when no hands rose, he nodded and called a quick register, "Alright, let's get going then! We'll start with a simple warm up." He waited until the students had fanned out into spaces before pulling a small remote out of his pocket and pressing play.
They were three minutes into the warm up when a familiar figure entered the room,
"Carter. I assume?" Jay asked with fake politeness,
"You assume correctly." Carter answered smoothly with a curt nod.
"It wasn't hard." Jay said, annoyance in his voice, "You were the only student that hadn't arrived."
"Good. I wouldn't want you to go to too much trouble." Carter said casually, walking to the back of the room and stretching lazily. "You may continue." He said to a shocked looking Jay. Turning around, he winked as he spotted Serena standing in the corner with Nate and Blair. "Hey Serena!" He called from across the room.
"What a total twat." Blair muttered under her breath to Serena.
"You know him?" Nate asked with an incredulous look on his face, "What an asshole."
"He seemed nice –" Serena began in defence.
"S, we can't tolerate company here that behave like he did just now. Obnoxious idiot." Blair spat out, she hated time wasters like Carter appeared to be.
"Agreed." Serena conceded as the music began once and the lesson began, now with all students present.
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Chuck looked around the Music Building with a puzzled expression on his face; he had yet to see anyone he recognised as a first year. He approached the building reception, coughing politely to gain the attention of the old man at the desk.
"Excuse me. Do you know where the C3 Vocal class is?"
The old man looked up at Chuck, "That doesn't begin until one son."
"What?" Chuck exclaimed, pulling out his schedule from this pocket. Examining the timetable he cursed quietly, "Damn Nate, this is the last time I trust him." He turned back to the man, "Okay, thank you for your help."
The man mumbled a vague reply as Chuck turned and walked away. Chuck looked at his watch; he'd already spent half an hour wandering around the building and so had another two and a half hours to waste. He sighed as he exited the building, putting his sunglasses on as he squinted in the sun, time for a spot of shopping.
…
After an hour of freestyle, Jay stopped the music, "Okay, I think I have a good idea of what you are all capable of." He looked around at the students, "I also have a good idea of who the hard workers among you are." He stared pointedly at everyone, "And I will be expecting those of you who aren't, to up your game. MSA is no walk in the park." He broke into a smile, "Now the introductory lesson is over, go practise. The real work begins tomorrow."
Jay caught Blair's arm as the students filtered out, "Can I speak to you a moment please, Miss. Waldorf?"
"Sure." Blair glanced at Serena, indicating with a look for Serena to wait for her.
"Now, I'm aware that MSA have made a special exception allowing you to take on three classes."
"That is correct." Blair said stiffly, wondering where the conversation was going.
"I see from today that you are dedicated and a hard worker…" Jay seemed to hesitate, choosing his next words carefully, "I have to say, I'm a little concerned about the workload you have put upon yourself, especially for a first year."
"Mr. Henley." Blair cut in coldly, speaking in her most formal voice, "I can assure you that I am perfectly capable of handling it."
"Yes. I'm sure that's the case," Jay replied hastily, "I just wanted to be sure."
"Well, I don't see how I can convince you other than to prove throughout this year that I am able to handle three arts. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to get to."
"Yes, Miss. Waldorf. It is just that the reason MSA is usually so reluctant to allow students to take more than two classes is that towards the end of the year, there will be extra rehearsals that may coincide with rehearsals and lesson of the other classes..."
"I'll be fine. Serena can help me catch up on anything I miss in those rehearsals." Blair said firmly, then her tone softened, "I assure you, Mr. Henley, I will work my upmost hardest to always work to the best of my abilities."
"Of course, I don't doubt that." Jay said in a resigned voice, he could tell Blair was too stubborn to listen to such warnings, but he also recognised that if anyone could handle three classes, it would the girl before him.
"Thank you." Blair said as she returned to Serena, the girls picked up their stuff and left.
They two headed off to lunch and spent the majority of it talking -or more correctly, bitching, about the other students in their dance class. Nate appeared just before the end of the meal and Blair took this as her cue to leave.
"Okay, so I've got Vocals now…" Blair said after getting her timetable out.
"Do you want us to walk you to the building? Nate and I were headed into town for the rest of the day, but we could make a detour." Serena asked.
"No, I'll be fine. Thanks." Blair smiled, "Enjoy the rest of your day, I'll meet you back at the apartment. Bye." She turned to go.
"Wait." Nate called, "Could you apologise to Chuck for me? For waking him up so early. Man, he's gonna be so pissed, but least you could soften the blow for me, yeah?"
"I can't promise anything." Blair said, "I don't plan to talk to him."
"That's good enough." Nate shrugged, "See you." He waved as Blair disappeared, then he put his arm around Serena as they headed off.
Blair walked into the room bang on time to find all the other students already seated in a semi circle, spotting Ryan and ignoring Chuck, she took the a vacant stool next to the green eyed boy.
"Hey." He smiled and Blair had to admit she melted a little, he may be boring but he looked good.
"Hi." She returned, she could feel Chuck watching her from across the room but flatly refused to acknowledge him.
A chubby man walked into the room, "Hi, I'm Mr. Silmer, I see we're all here on time. Good, that's what I like in a class. Punctuality, I expect that from all of you now." He beamed, "Okay, let's get straight into it. We're here to study vocals, but this year we're collaborating all the departments and have an extremely large final showcase of all the talents in the spring. This will span four evenings and have a mixture of all the arts per night." He paused as a murmur of approval rippled through the crowd, it was a good idea. A mixture of the arts in one show would keep people interested. "Okay. First assignment, I shall pair you up and you are to present a duet between you and a solo each. The duet may be decided together in your pair, but the solos are to be sung to your partner and you may not tell each other what it is before the performance in class." He paused again and grinned, "That's a personal rule of mine. It makes it a lot more fun to see more spontaneous performances. That is all."
As soon as he finished, the class began to talk noisily and began pairing up.
"Be my partner?" Ryan asked, smiling at Blair.
"Of course." Blair replied, stealing a glance at Chuck who was staring in their direction.
"Hold up! Hold up!" Mr. Silmer shouted, putting his hands in the air. "I said I would pair you up." He picked up a clipboard from a table close to him. "Right, let me see." Blair prayed silently though she had never been religious. Not with Bass Not with Bass. "Sarah…you can go with John. Ryan and Paula. Sean and Daisy. Chuck and Blair. Jack and Tanya. That should do it." He nodded in satisfaction as Blair groaned in frustration. Well that's just bloody typical. "I will see you all in next Wednesdays lesson, when this is to be performed. You may use any free rooms in this building during normal lesson time to rehearse, you may also come to find me if you need help during those times – I am after all, supposed to be teaching you. Until then, adios!" He smiled a final time and left the room, whistling.
Blair glared at Chuck as he approached her, trademark smirk on his face.
"Don't say anything." Blair ground out. She confused herself, they were on what could be perceived as amicable terms, yet something about him made her feel the need put all her defences up – and she had accumulated a very elaborate defence system over the years.
"Battlefield." Chuck said suddenly.
"You what?" Blair asked, confused.
"Battlefield, the song."
"Oh. I know that." Blair said, rather pointlessly. Of course she knew the song. "What's your point?"
"The duet." Chuck stated simply, not one to beat around the bush.
"It's a love song. No way." Blair said adamantly, she was not singing a love song with the Basshole, it would be a mockery of herself and the whole concept of love.
"In case you didn't happen to catch the title of the song, it's Battlefield." Chuck remarked, "And I'm pretty sure we're almost at war." He finished with a glance at Blair.
"Don't be silly." Blair retorted, "I pick my battles with people worthy of my time."
"Oh I think you'll find I can make your time with me extremely worth your while." Chuck smirked, his voice suggestive.
Blair felt her cheeks flush at the barely concealed innuendo. She ignored him and instead considered his song choice. Although there was nothing that resembled love in their relationship, she had to admit it was definitely a constant fight – or power struggle. Rarely did Blair meet someone who could even be considered a match for her and a game plan had already begun formulating in the form of a song for her solo. Yes, it was definitely a battlefield. "Fine. Battlefield it is." She said in a tone more menacing than she had intended. She began to gather her things to leave for drama.
Chuck grinned, "Bring it on."
"Oh, it's on." Blair smirked – a wicked smirk that sent shivers down Chuck's spine and had him doubting, if just for a second, his ability to wage this particular war effectively. Chuck stared in wonder at the sway of Blair's hips as she breezed past him and out the door. It took him a moment to remember himself and the fact that they were to be in the same class next, he walked quickly after her.
Blair felt his presence behind her even before she heard his footsteps, stopping in her tracks she turned to face him, "This stalking business is getting a little old, Bass." She said irritably, glancing at her watch, she didn't want to be late.
"It's also a little paranoia on your behalf, princess." Chuck nodded his head, indicating for her to continue walking, "We've got drama together." Blair's mouth formed a tiny, embarrassed 'o'.
"Yes, 'oh.'" Chuck said with a smirk, "Now walk, Waldorf. I've noticed you constantly checking your watch, and I admit I don't like to be late either." Blair gave him a scathing look, but began walking. Chuck bit back a laugh as she tried not so subtly to quicken her pace and shake him off, he easily kept up with her.
"So have you given any thought to what your solo is going to be?" Chuck enquired to break the silence.
"Oh, definitely." Blair allowed herself a smile at her song choice. Chuck knew he should have been worried by the smug tone of her voice, but he found himself too caught up in the delectable way her lips curved.
"Great. I can't wait to be serenaded by you." Chuck could tell by the way she huffed that he had gotten to her once more, but he added a wink for good measure.
"It's an assignment, Bass, it's not by choice." Blair retorted, "And I wonder if you'll have the same reaction when it's performed."
"Wait...So you're really not going to tell me what it is?"Chuck asked, surprised, he hadn't thought she would really stick to the rules.
"Nope. You heard what Mr. Silmer said, you have to wait with the rest of the class to find out next Wednesday." Blair said smugly.
"That's fine by me." Chuck replied, although it wasn't really, he hated not knowing. This was something he couldn't find out by calling his P.I – and that made it worse.
"Sure." Blair said unconvinced, she knew Chuck was dying to find out what she had planned, if she was in her position, she'd feel the same. But they were not similar. Luckily for Blair, Chuck didn't seem to have chosen a song yet and that saved Blair at least a day of agonising over what his choice may be.
The walk to the Drama Building was short and they arrived in good time. They entered the main drama studio in silence and found themselves faced with a semi circle of chairs, half of which were still empty. As the dark haired pair made their way over to two empty seats, Blair overheard part of a conversation between two faces she recognised, Dan and Michelle,
"-Yes, Yes." Dan was saying in a gushing tone, "You must visit Brooklyn sometime, it's most lovely in the spring. I'll show you around-"
Blair rolled her eyes and wrinkled her nose in disgust. How horrifically common. A glance at Chuck told her he was thinking along the same lines, she giggled slightly at his expression - he had a sort of aghast, terrified look on his face.
They took their seats as the few remaining students filtered in, followed by a young artistic looking man in glasses. The man, who Blair had assumed to be a student, stood in the middle of the room, facing the semi circle of students, "Hi! My name is Liam Keeson, I'm happy for you all to just call me Liam." He beamed at the line of students, "Now, I have it on good authority that you all made it to the performance at the Sunshine Theatre last week, well done! As I said in my email, it is extremely relevant to the play we shall study and perform this year." He paused, regarding the students over his glasses, "However, as talented as I'm sure you all are, I doubt we can top the performance by the Manhattan Shakespeare Company. So the drama department here at MSA sat down and had a long hard think, and we came to the conclusion that as your work this year shall not be counted towards your final grade after your three of four years at MSA, we will try something different. We've decided on a more modern interpretation of the play, you shall be tackling 10 Things I Hate About You this year."
This evoked a mix of reactions from the students, Blair felt slightly put out, she would have been far more comfortable with Shakespeare. Chuck, on the other hand, couldn't care either way, he would perform whatever was given to him - as long as it was a main role, Chuck Bass was not a name to be printed next to a supporting role.
Liam, after giving students a little time to digest this nugget of information, continued, "So," He pulled a sheaf of papers from his bag, "You will be playing the parts of Kat, Patrick, Cameron, Bianca, Michael, Joey, Mr. Stratford, Chastity and Mr. Morgan – who we shall rename Miss. Morgan and have played by one of you lovely ladies. For the rest of the parts, we have recruited first year students from other departments who claim to have an interest in acting as an extra curricular – they will be auditioned and we will see." He smiled as he began handing out scripts, "You lot shall audition in Thursdays lesson, you have until then to prepare something. All parts are fair game. Except of course you must stick to a part of your gender, this shall not turn into a pantomime." He looked around, "Okay, any questions?" He nodded to a girl who had put her hand up, "You, what's your name?"
"Sarah Gibson."
"Question?"
"When will this be performed, sir?"
"Please, call me Liam. Or Keeson, that reminds me of my college days." He laughed, "We shall perform this on the last final evening of the four night showcase I'm sure you've all heard about. I believe the other first year drama classes are sticking to safe, Shakespeare style plays. So I'm really putting my neck on the line for you guys here, don't let me down!" Liam said cheerily, "I want you all to watch the film, memorize it - watch it a thousand times if that's what it takes. See you all in three days, with your audition piece ready. If you wish to pair up with someone for this, you are more than welcome to."
"I'll walk you back to the building." Blair heard Chuck before she felt him approach her. It wasn't a question or an offer, it was a fact and Blair couldn't think of a logical reason to say no.
"Fine." She picked up her bag and they began the journey to the building.
The spent half the journey talking about the choice of play, mainly Blair complaining and Chuck shrugging in nonchalant manner that infuriated Blair.
"Audition with me." Chuck cut Blair off mid rant.
"What?" Blair asked, though she had heard him perfectly clearly.
"You know we are the best there." Chuck began.
"You don't know that, we haven't seen the others act, I haven't seen you act and you haven't seen me act." Blair said rationally.
"But I do know our type, and we're always the best." Chuck reasoned simply, this stumped Blair as she struggled to reply, "So audition with me."
"If we're the best, as you claim, we wouldn't need to audition together to get the main parts. Who're you going for by the way?" Blair enquired.
Chuck scoffed, "Patrick, of course! Who would want to play that weed of a guy Cameron? I assume you're going for Kat?"
"Yes." Blair admitted, she'd much rather play the dark, mean Kate than the stupidly innocent Bianca. The thought of playing the romantic other to Chuck's character was not as off putting as she would have thought. In fact, providing they both got the parts, she found she was looking forward to it, although she would never admit it.
"Then it all indicates that we should audition together." Chuck persisted, seeing Blair relenting slightly and quickly clawing at the crack.
"But why bother, when we'd get the part anyway?" Blair asked.
"Just in case Brooklyn Boy pulls something out the bag in the audition, you wouldn't want to play Kat to his Patrick would you? Think of where those Brooklyn hands have been." Chuck reasoned, although he was much more uncomfortable with the real reason - that he would have found it bordering on unbearable to watch another guy charm Waldorf, even if it was in character.
Blair laughed, "You heard that too?" She made a disgusted face, "Can you imagine...him living in Brooklyn and her wanting to visit it? Urgh."
"Well, I wasn't particularly surprised. I knew he had bad taste from the moment he insulted my purple jacket at the theatre." Chuck grinned, "So...you'll audition with me." He chuckled as she rolled her eyes.
"Fine. I'll audition with you." Blair gave in, he was too persistent and she had more to worry about than this. She couldn't avoid spending time with him anyway, with the work they would have to do on the duet, so why not throw audition practise into the picture? Besides, it may give them a slight edge in the audition. She scoffed at the absurd idea that Dan and Michelle could play a better Patrick and Kat, but better safe than sorry. They arrived in their corridor and Blair turned to face Chuck.
"So...I'll see you at one tomorrow afternoon to work on the duet."
"Sure. Shall we meet in the dance studio downstairs?"
"Why not just in the Music department?" Blair was reluctant to share her little haven with anyone.
"Because, Waldorf." Chuck said slowly, in a patronizing voice, "We don't want the others to hear us. It's not officially a competition..."
"But it's a competition." Blair finished, "Okay, one downstairs. Don't be late"
"I am never late." Chuck grinned, "Oh, and Waldorf?"
"Yes?" Blair asked as she opened the door to her apartment.
"If you plan on doing any more dance practise, just let me know. I wouldn't miss a second of you leaping around a room half naked." He said with a cheeky wink.
He laughed out loud as Blair answered by slamming the door in his face. He didn't care, he could have sworn he caught a smile on her face as she'd fled indoors, and he was to spend a lot of time with her over the next week whether she liked it or not. Chuck knew Blair would never let her apparent personal hatred for him get in the way of her achieving and so she would have no choice but to tolerate his company until the following Wednesday and he was confident by then she would have come to love it.
Now Chuck didn't have to worry about finding ways to be around Blair, he just needed to think of a song for his solo. Chances to sing to Blair Waldorf did not come often and he would use it wisely. He was a little concerned about how quickly and confidently she had made her song choice - it would no doubt be something insulting, but coming from her, he would enjoy it anyway. Chuck thought long about what song he could sing. By the time he came to the conclusion that he didn't want to insult her – not when he appeared to be gaining her acceptance, he was absolutely shattered due to an unnecessarily early morning thanks to his friend dear Nathaniel. He headed to bed despite it only being seven or eight in the evening and once again, Chuck found his thoughts consumed by Blair Waldorf.
So, thoughts and reactions? What song do you think Blair has chosen? And how do you think she's going to take to spending allll that time with Chuck?
Reviews are, as always, much appreciated!