The first month of living with Cyrus was tough for Blair. This was mostly because she had to do something that she never, and I mean NEVER, did. She had to admit that she was wrong. Cyrus wasn't all that bad, in fact, he was great. His presence even made Eleanor easier to handle. Her snarky comments and daily critiques were at an all time low. Cyrus was constantly complimenting Blair and making her feel special. He always asked about her day and they had dinner as a family at least three times a week. Blair didn't even mind not being able to go out as much. Most nights she would rather have dinner with her family than go out. The biggest change was that she was actually noticed.
That hadn't been the only change. Her whole group of friends was falling back into place. Nate, Serena, Chuck, and herself were constantly at each other's sides. It was just like old times, except for the reappearance of Dan Humphrey. He and Serena had started dating again which meant his company on most of their group outings, but, surprisingly, Blair didn't mind him as much as before. He was actually kind of nice and a really good listener, albeit a bit judgmental and self-righteous.
The other change in their dynamic was Marc. With his mother's recovery, he was out more often, which meant he joined many of their outings also. Blair was still very friendly with him, despite his infatuation. He had also become close with both Nate and Serena.
Winter break was quickly approaching, which meant everybody was making vacation plans, or at least the kids were. There was a full week of break before Christmas, which meant trips to Aspen and the Alps were afoot. Blair was going to Paris with Serena, Nate, Chuck, Marc, and even Dan.
Blair insisted that their senior winter was spent in France. She had an apartment rented for the week in the heart of the 16th arrondissement, with a gorgeous view of the Eiffel Tower. Her father and Roman were going to come up from Lyon one day to spend with Blair. It would be completely and utterly perfect.
Blair was packing her third suitcase when her plans were completely thrown off.
"I can't make it," he said over the phone, "Bart wants me to take point on this new project and I need to finish before Christmas."
She said nothing, but he could hear her shallow breaths through the receiver. "Blair, I'm so sorry. I was really looking forward to spending the holiday with you."
She tried to keep her voice steady and blink back her tears, "Oh, it's okay. It's no big deal. It was going to be crowded anyways."
"If it were up to me-"
"But it's not, and that's understandable. I have a lot of packing to finish. I'll see you later," she said before slamming her phone shut. She wasn't angry, just disappointed. She had really been looking forward to their time together and was really hoping that this would be a new start for them. Winter in Paris with the person you love, what could be better?
She sighed and opened her phone.
Wish u could come. Sry. Hope u make Bart proud!
B
She really did want to support him and for him to do well, especially for Bart.
The next day she was at JFK, almost on a flight to Paris with three of her best friends, plus Dan Humphrey, and yet, she felt sad. She didn't really want to be leaving. Chuck would be all alone if she left, and even if she couldn't spend much time with him, at least she could see him for a bit.
"What's wrong B?" Serena asked, seeing Blair's melancholy demeanor.
"Nothing, I just really want to get out of here," she said with a very convincing smile.
"Yeah, this must be like a dream come true for you. A week in Paris," Nate said.
"Totally," she said, and turning to Marc, she added, "I can't believe you've never been before! There's no place like France! It's the most beautiful country and Paris is just…." Blair went on and on, as they slowly progressed through the security line.
"Well, you seem to know a lot about it," he said.
"Blair's been practically living in France since she was five. She goes at least twice a year, and even more now that her dad is there," Nate added. Blair felt a small tick of pride that her former boyfriend actually knew how often she left.
"Can't you get citizenship or something, since your dad lives over there now?" Dan asked.
"I probably could, but I haven't tried yet. I still need my passport," she said. Blair's eyes got wide and she let out a slew of curse words before making a show of rifling through her purse, almost spilling out all of its contents.
"What gives, Blair?" Nate asked.
"I'm such an idiot, a complete moron!" she said, running her fingers through her long brown hair.
"What happened?" asked Serena.
"I…I…before I left, I decided to bring the Marc Jacobs tote instead of my Chanel clutch. Everything was in that clutch and I thought I grabbed everything, but I forgot that I put my passport in the inside pocket and I never got it out."
"So you don't have your passport," Dan summarized.
"Thanks for the Cliffs Notes, Brooklyn," Blair snapped.
"B, just calm down. I'm sure if we explain-" Serena started.
"Oh, I'm sure that airport security will be just all to happy to let me on the plane without a passport!" Blair yelled, "No, I'll just get another flight. I'll meet you at the apartment as soon as I can."
"No, B. We'll all stay," Marc said.
"No," Blair laughed, "This was my mistake. I'll only be a few hours behind and you and Humphrey should get as much time in Paris as possible. Seriously."
She turned around and waved as she walked out of the line and smiled to herself. She had hidden her passport in the very bottom of her purse. Truthfully, she just wanted to see how Chuck was doing. She didn't want to leave without him. She only needed a day or so and then she would go to Paris. She took a cab directly to Bass industries and went straight to Chuck's office. She gave her name to Gloria, the receptionist, who called Chuck.
"Sir, you have a visitor," she said in a soothing voice.
Blair watched as Gloria's face changed from calm to scared in an instant. "I know you said to hold-"…"Yes, sir"…
Blair rolled her eyes at Gloria, "Tell him it's Blair Waldorf," she commanded.
Gloria shook her head at Blair and hung up the phone. "I'm sorry, miss. Mr. Bass is very busy today and has requested that there be no distractions."
Blair didn't give Gloria a second look before she strode to the door of Chuck's office.
"You should look into hiring better employees," she said as she shut his door behind her and walked over to where he was sitting.
He looked up from his empty desk, "Shouldn't you be somewhere over the Atlantic right about now?"
She noticed that he was drunk, a glass of scotch in hand. "Shouldn't you be working? Isn't that why you couldn't come?" she asked, a twinge of pain in her voice. Did he seriously blow her off to get drunk for a week?
"Well, I would be if daddy dearest hadn't pulled me off the account," he said, every word dripping with spite, "It seems I'm not quite up to the task."
Blair took the glass from his hand, "Let's get you home."
She pulled him up and he wrapped his arm over her shoulders, stumbling as they made their way to the elevator. When they got into their cab he didn't remove his hand from her shoulders and she couldn't help but smile at him.
"What is it, Waldorf?"
She kept smiling at him, "You're so drunk," she laughed.
"You're so hot," he retorted.
"You're so repulsive," she teased.
"And why would you sleep with someone you find so repulsive?" he asked.
"Because sometimes even I make mistakes," she answered with a smile.
"Don't say that," said Chuck, suddenly making his voice much more serious. "All I am is just a mistake. That's all it ever is with me; mistakes."
"No, Chuck, I didn't mean it like that," she said as the cab came to a halt in front of the Palace. Blair pulled Chuck into the foyer and up the elevator and finally into his room.
"Is Lily home?"
"No, she and Eric went to Vermont for the week."
"And Bart?"
"At the office, he'll probably be gone all night."
"Good," Blair said, "You need to shower and get cleaned up." She saw the smirk stretch across his lips. "Don't even think about it, Bass."
"Fine," he said, as he got up and stumbled to the bathroom. He lost his balance and crashed onto his knees before he could even turn on the water.
"Ugh," Blair moaned, "I don't want you to slip and hit your head or something. Maybe a bath would be better," she said as she pulled him to his feet and sat him on the bed. Then she went to start the water. Once it was full, she ordered Chuck to get in, as she left and closed the door behind her.
"Blair," she heard him calling from the other side.
"Yes, Chuck," she answered.
"What if I fall asleep in here? I could drown," he drawled.
She could practically see his smirk through the wood, "Well, we'll just have to risk it then, won't we?"
She listened intently at the door, and heard the rustling of water accompanied by a loud thud. Frightened, she swung the door open and ran towards the bath. Chuck just stood there, fully clothed, with his arms outstretched, "What's the matter, Blair?"
"You're lucky I don't drown you myself!" she screamed. "I thought you really hurt yourself!"
"Come on, I was just having a laugh," he reasoned.
"Having a laugh? I put Paris on hold to see you and now you're playing jokes on me!" she screamed.
He couldn't help but laugh at her fury.
"You think this is funny?!" She walked up to him and pushed him into the tub, fully dressed.
"Not as funny as this," he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her in with him.
She screamed and tried to jump out, but he just held onto her tighter. "My hair! Chuck, this is a new dress!"
"I'll buy you another one," he laughed.
Finally, she stopped struggling and splashed him in the face with water. He grabbed a vase that sat on the edge of the tub, filled it with water, and poured it over the top of her head, completely drenching her. She screamed even louder and punched him hard in the chest.
"Ow, Waldorf, I always knew you liked it rough-"
"Ugh, shut up!" she yelled, suddenly realizing her precarious position. She was straddling him in the water, his hands on her hips. Her dress was floating up on the top of the water, revealing her stockings that clipped to her black lacy panties. As she assessed her position, she felt his hands moving lower and lower so that they rested on her thighs and were teasing at the hem of her stockings.
She quickly stood up and shot him a glare, as she wrung her dress out and stepped out of the tub. "I think you should take a bath."
"I think you should join me," he quipped.
"I think that you're drunk and need to get cleaned up because we have a plane to catch," she retorted as she strode out of the bathroom and went to Serena's room to find something dry to wear. She took her time choosing an appropriate outfit, eventually settling on a simple black dress. She also took time to dry her hair and then swept it back into a low pony-tail with strands falling around her face. After about a half-hour, she returned to Chuck's room and was pleased to find him clean, fully-clothed, and waiting for her.
"You clean up well, Bass," she complimented.
"Not too bad yourself, Waldorf," he returned as she straightened his bowtie. He was standing straight and his words weren't slurred anymore. He seemed to have sobered up enough to coherently speak to her.
"So, Bart took you off the account?" she asked, trying to keep her voice light.
"Yes," he said shortly.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, looking up to meet his gaze.
"No," he said, "I'd rather talk about why you're not on a plane right now."
"I forgot my passport in my other purse," she said quickly.
"Really? 'I put Paris on hold to see you,'" he echoed the words that had slipped out of her.
She kept quiet and instead focused on smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles in her dress.
"Now why would you do that?" he asked with a smile.
"You know why, Chuck," she snapped. "You don't have to make me feel like an idiot!" she yelled as she stormed out of his room. How could he be treating her like a joke? She put herself on the line and he was making her feel bad about it. She cursed the elevator as she tapped her foot waiting for it to open before her.
Chuck slowly walked down the hall and saw her waiting there. He walked up behind her and wound his arms around her waist. "Tell me why," he whispered into her ear, making her shudder.
She tried her best to stand firm and not melt into his embrace, "No!" she said firmly, "I will not."
Suddenly, she felt his tongue at her earlobe, "Please," he whispered, before continuing his assault on her ear. Her breath hitched as his hands roamed lower and lower, forcing her ass to grind against his hips.
The elevator doors slid open and she forced herself out of his grip, practically sprinting into the elevator. As the doors were closing, he shoved one hand in their way and used the other to grab Blair by the arm, swinging her out and up against the opposite wall. He pushed his whole body up against hers and ran his hands up and down her sides. "No running, Blair, tell me why you didn't leave," he whispered in her ear.
"No!" she said forcefully, "Not until you apologize," she breathed out.
This made him momentarily pause. "Chuck Bass doesn't apologize," he whispered in his most menacing voice.
Blair saw her opening and took full advantage. She lifted her leg up and ran it along his side, pushing her pelvis up to his. "Please," she whispered seductively, letting her lips brush against his ear. "It's just two little words."
She let out a small smirk as she felt his throbbing erection pressing up against her . "No way," he said, letting his hands make their way up her bare legs, slowing down as he reached her inner thigh and played with the flimsy fabric of her panties. "Please tell me why, Blair."
She just shook her head, "You first," she said defiantly.
"Not happening," he said immediately.
She was willing to test his resolve and wanted to make him say it. "It's just two little words," she said as she slid her hand into his pants and wrapped her small hand over his throbbing dick. He let out a groan and his breath got shallower and shallower as she stroked him up and down. "Say it," she commanded.
"I'm Chuck Bass," he moaned out. Slowly, she pulled her hand away from him, and was pleased to hear his disappointment at the loss of contact. "Blair, just tell me why you stayed," he muttered as he slipped a finger into her. She let out a gasp and clutched onto his shoulders, digging her nails into him as he pumped in and out of her. She was so wet and it turned him on like nothing else ever had.
Blair felt her resolve breaking as he continued to tease her sensitive spots. "Just tell me," he urged her.
"I stayed-" she was interrupted by the ding of the elevator, signaling Chuck to slide his fingers out of Blair and for her to fix her dress.
Blair immediately stepped in front of Chuck to hide his huge hard-on. "Mr. Bass, it's so nice to see you," Blair said as the doors slid open.
"Blair," he greeted her, "how's school? You still have your sights set on Yale, I assume?"
"I should be hearing from Yale in a few weeks."
"Well, I would wish you luck, but I'm sure you don't need it. Charles," he greeted his son with a stiff nod of the head before retreating to his bedroom.
Blair turned to face Chuck and immediately noticed his change of mood, "Aren't you going to make a lewd comment or something?" Blair teased.
"Let's just get out of here," he said, pressing the button for the elevator.
"Not so fast. Pack a bag," she ordered.