"My Evening Star" Chapter 13
Rating: T, just to be safe
Word Count: 4,722
TV Spoilers?: Not, not really. Just around second season during the time that Blair lost her throne and her friends.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Gossip Girl or really anything affiliated with it.
Other: Sorry if I was a little late in getting this up. Writing that recent oneshot put me off a little bit. Plus, there's also a lot of diction in this chapter, which takes me longer to write because I have plenty of moments were I'm just stumped on what to say. Haha. So please don't judge me too harshly if its subpar.
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Neither Chuck nor Blair left the suite until Sunday evening. They hadn't planned it that way. Especially Blair, who really hadn't had any clear thoughts in her mind when she had made her mad dash across town to the Palace Friday morning. She had just wanted to be there for him…and soon after discovered her problem was she wanted to be with him a little too much…too much to leave anyway.
Not that Chuck had protested. In fact, he had stolen her phone yet again and texted Dorota saying she'd be staying over at Serena's all weekend. Blair, naturally, feigned annoyance before calling Serena up and telling her that if anyone asked, Blair was staying with her.
She had then done her best to ignore the triumphant, "I knew it!" tone in her best friend's voice when she asked why she needed a cover, and then proceeded to shove Chuck when he smirked smugly at her reply.
Of course, one thing quickly lead to another and before she knew it he was ontop of her for the unprecedented time that day… but that was another story.
By the time Sunday rolled around, Blair knew her and Chuck would finally have to leave their hotel paradise and face the real world, which was not something she wanted to do. Her weekend had essentially consisted of Chuck and plotting (her two favorite things) and she didn't want their time together to end.
But there was more to it than that, and if she was going to be honest with herself, she'd have to admit she was a nervous. It was silly, really. She knew she was being ridiculous, but she was all too aware that the second they left the Palace, they'd be known to the world as a couple. An official couple.
Of course, that's precisely what Blair wanted, but she was still afraid Chuck might think otherwise. He had spent so much time pursuing her, doing his best to win back her trust and love…. What if he got bored now that he had it? Would he leave her again, just like he had at the Helipad? Blair didn't think she could take another blow like that.
Her fear only intensified Sunday evening after he made a call so that she could ride home in his limo, and walked her downstairs to see her off. They bantered on the way down like usual, and even made out in the elevator, but had separated the moment the doors opened. Not once in the lobby did he try to touch her.
Her stomach lurched. Was he going to pull back before they could even go official?
"Ready to go, Waldorf?" Chuck's voice suddenly interrupted that thought as the pair stepped outside where his limo was waiting. "Or are you wishing you had pressed the emergency stop in the elevator?"
Blair rolled her eyes at his perviness. "No, I think it's about time we reentered the real world." She told him as she walked over to the limo and pulled open the door for herself.
"But goodbye Chuck. I'll see you tomorrow…" She turned to get in, stubbornly refusing to show her fear, but before she could move, a pair of strong hands slipped tightly around her waist.
"Woah…Where's the fire?" Chuck asked, sounding irritated as he pulled her away from the limo and held onto her wrists, not letting her escape. "That goodbye was cold, even for you Ice Princess."
"What exactly did you have in mind then, Bass?" She asked him playfully, and he grinned before he leaned forward and softly pressed his lips to her's, seemingly not caring that anyone could be watching. Feeling her earlier anxieties fade, Blair responded by putting her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
This kiss was unlike the heated, passionate, needy ones they had shared all weekend, but their was a sweetness to it that Blair adored…and she preferred to believe she was the only one he had or would ever kiss like this.
To her dismay, it was over all too fast, and to Blair's confusion, Chuck suddenly pulled away and looked down. "Chuck…?" She frowned in bewilderment.
"Look Blair…" Chuck suddenly said, letting go of her completely before he shoved his hands in his pockets. Blair felt the loss of contact immediately and felt her body go cold.
"Before you go, I just want to tell you that…" Chuck began before he paused, seemingly unable to get the words out despite years of perfect articulation. "I just..well.. thank you."
He said, before he finally looked up at her. "You know, for this weekend. And for ditching school on Friday to be here. Your perfect, pristine record must have suffered a harsh blow but…"
A small, truly-touched smile appeared on Blair's face before he could say anything more. "No need to thank me, Bass." She told him quietly as she flirtingly played with his collar. "As you already know, there's a lot I'm willing to do for you."
He gazed at her intently, a soft warmth flooding his eyes...but he quickly tried to hide it behind his usual smirk. "You already proved that under the sheets this weekend. And again in the shower, and again against the wall, oh and pressed up on…."
Blair stared at him and shook her head in disbelief. "You are determined to ruin any potentially romantic moment we might have, aren't you?"
That seemed to amuse him even more, and he slipped his arms around again. "I was just bringing up fond memories, Waldorf."
"Which will never be repeated again unless you can prove you actually have a heart."
"I made you my girlfriend. Isn't that enough?" He asked her while she tried to hide a smile at his words.
"More like I let you be my boyfriend." She retorted, and his response this time was to kiss her again, but with a little more heat than before. Blair found herself instantly being swept up, and even began to run her hands through his hair, until she heard a loud squeak just a few feet away.
Breaking away, she turned to see a girl, maybe 11 or 12 starring at them through the lens of her camera phone. "Oh my God!" She said, her eyes wide with disbelief before she broke out into a smile. "This is huge! The King C and Queen B reunite!" She said, before she squealed again and walked away, texting intently with every step.
Chuck and Blair were both silently stunned for a moment, their arms still wrapped incriminately around one another, until Chuck finally spoke.
"Since when did Gossip Girl spies come equipped with Dora the Exploder shoelaces and a teletubbies backpack? Doesn't espionage have an age limit?"
"Not when there's a pre-teen army out there desperate to wear Chanel No. 5 at the age of 11, and have their cherries popped by 12." Blair responded bitterly, before she looked at him intently. "Does it bother you we're going to be Gossip Girl's top story?" She asked, trying to keep the fear he might say yes out of her tone.
Chuck shook his head. "I'm sure Friday's events have already been her bestseller this weekend. And I'd rather have them talking about us rather than that." Blair ran her hand soothingly up his arm before he added with a smirk. "Besides, this gives us an opportunity to further rub salt into Kensington's wounds. I hope he has a massive mental breakdown when he sees my hands all over you while you look up at me adoringly…"
"But that would take away the fun of bringing him down ourselves." She told him wickedly before she gave him a short kiss and pulled away, finally getting into the limo. She was just about to slam the door when she looked up at him and raised her brows.
"And Bass, try to tone down on the conceit. I do not adore you." She then slammed the door closed, but could still hear his playful retort. "Oh course you do, Waldorf. What's not to love?"
As she turned away in her seat to smirk at him while the limo pulled away… she couldn't think of a single answer to his question.
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The next morning, after slipping on her perfectly pressed uniform and arranging her white lace headband into her dark curls, Blair left early for school only to find Chuck's limo parked outside her building. She was surprised, and secretly pleased. She never knew what to expect when it came to Chuck, and a relationship was exciting, but scary waters for them to navigate.
"What's this?" She demanded with a skeptical frown, hiding her thrill as he smirked through his open window.
"Your personal escort service. Here to save you from the woes of walking to school in your four inch heels." He said, as he climbed out of the car and held it open for her. He stood close, intoxicating her with his presence like usual, especially when he adding in that husky tone. "Besides, if we are going to do this whole relationship thing, we better do it in style."
Blair smirked. "How chivalrous of you."
"You sound stunned."
"That's because I know you, and you are anything but a gentleman." She retorted before she climbed in. "Pervert, womanizer, scoundrel. But never a gentleman." Before she could even fully sit down, Chuck had moved in after her and quickly had her entire body pinned underneath him.
"Arthur, drive on." He called out, looking at her with smoldering eyes even as he gave his driver instructions. Without breaking his gaze he took his hand and seductively ran it down her side, causing her to feel like she had suddenly caught on fire.
"What was that about being a scoundrel?" He purred while she struggled to keep her sanity… or at least the image of it.
"I knew you had an ulterior motive for picking me up." She told him with a glare, but her arms betrayed her by wrapping around his neck so she could run her fingers through his hair. "Chuck Bass does not act like a gentleman unless he wants something."
He smirked down at her and began to press open mouthed kisses against her neck. "And Blair Waldorf does not get into my limo unless she wants something. Something only I can give."
Blair tried to protest, she really did, knowing she could never allow him to get too cocky, but her battle was lost the moment he captured her lips with his own. He was right after all, and he knew it. And though giving in was allowing him to win this round, she couldn't stop herself from grabbing at him, and giving in to his expert touch.
A half hour later, Blair finally began to regain her senses and literally had to shove him off her, knowing that they were in danger of being late for class.
"Ow!" Chuck protested, but Blair was unsympathetic as she took out her compact and looked at her reflection. Annoyance quickly filled her when she saw how flushed her skin was, especially at her throat where Chuck had attacked with his lips time and time again. Her hair was even worse.
The moment she realized that her perfect curls were completely out of place and standing up in the back, she turned and gave Chuck a small punch with her tiny fist.
"Waldorf!"
"That's for messing up my hair." She told him icily. "Next time, let me take off my headband before you ravage me."
"Already looking to the future?" He smirked. "You truly are insatiable, aren't you?"
Blair glared at him. "I hate you." She told him promptly before she opened the limo door and let herself out, suddenly realizing in shock that a crowd had gathered around Chuck's limo, and were standing there staring expectantly. Apparently, they had gotten Gossip Girl's post.
Before Blair could react, an obviously amused Chuck quickly followed after her. "Only as much as I hate you." He joked, smirking until he became unaware of his fellow classmate… watching, pointing, whispering. It pained Blair to see the way his face completely fell, and the way he quickly stiffened. He became so defensive all of a suddenly, his dark eyes hardening while he glared around him. It was hard to watch.
She knew this harsh, cold Chuck all too well, but she hadn't seen him since Friday morning when he had tried to kick her out of his suite. She didn't know if he was having sudden doubts about there being an official couple, or flashbacks to the last time a crowd had stared at him like this…but it didn't matter.
Lifting her chin, and standing up proudly to her full height, Blair stepped forward, linked her fingers into his and gave his hand a small squeeze. Surprise flickered across his face as he looked at her, like he had needed to be reminded she was there.
The two of them stared at each other for a moment in silent understanding, before she began to pull at his hand and led him towards there school. "You know, if I'm late for class, Bass, I'll blame you for keeping me preoccupied." She announced, ignoring the crowd, as she tried to keep up the playful tone she had used with him all weekend…when it had just been the two of them without anyone or anything to come between them.
Chuck was silent, but he kept in step with her and didn't let go of his hand. She took that as a good sign. "And as a man condemned, I'm afraid you will have to be punished."
Chuck looked at her and though it might have been her wishful thinking, she could have sworn his dark eyes softened. "What did you have in mind?"
"Nothing quite as brutal as what we're going to do with Little Billy." She replied with a wicked gleam in her eye, knowing talking about Will's takedown would likely cheer him. "Assuming all goes according to plan…"
"We both know our parts, what to do, and how to do it. It's in the bag." He told her confidently before adding spitefully. "Assuming Kensington shows."
Blair, too, had noticed Will hadn't been apart of that crowd earlier today standing outside the school. She had specifically looked for him.
"He's probably already waiting for class to begin." She responded, before adding reluctantly. "Which we both better head to ourselves."
Chuck nodded, but neither one moved. They didn't want to go off into different directions, and weren't ready to leave each other. Finally, knowing the bell was going to ring any second, Blair released Chuck's hand. His eyes seemed to hardened once again as he looked down the hall wall that lead to his first class.. like he was withdrawing into his tough shell once more.
Blair, feeling her heart ache, reached up and pulled him down for a soft kiss. "I love you." She whispered against his ear before she pulled away and began to walk towards her class.
Turning around, she gave him a smirk before she reassumed her controlling role and ordered. "Be at the Met stairs at lunch. We'll need to compare notes and make sure all is going according to plan."
She then walked off while Chuck's eyes followed her every movement until she vanished from sight. Though she didn't see it, a moment later, he, too, left for class with his head held high…. as though purpose and determination had suddenly been breathed into him.
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He was late, Blair fumed impatiently as she leaned up against Serena's locker. Five minutes late, and she was starting to grow angry. Where was he? At lunch he had assured her he had done his part of their master plan and while she completed hers a class period later. It hadn't been difficult.
For perhaps the thousandth time in her life, she had made use of her image as St. Constance's ideal student in order to penetrate the main office. While the staff there trusted and admired her for "volunteering" her time to do some filing work during her free periods, Blair had used their confidence as a weapon. Unfortunately, she needed Bass if she wanted this particular bomb to ever go off.
Feeling frustrated by his tardiness, she straightened up and quickly found a suitable victim to take out her aggression on: Dan Humphrey, who was gently toying with Serena's golden locks just a few feet away. Blair knew the two of them had been talking a lot lately. Apparently Serena's near death experience had sparked a new life in their "star crossed relationship."
Ugh. Why couldn't Humphrey just be satisfied playing with Cedric or staring at the garage door in the middle of his room? Did he have to go and steal her best friend away whenever he got bored of just being Dan Humphrey? (not that she could blame him for that)
Throwing her hair behind her shoulder, Blair stalked over to the pair. "Where is your step brother?" She demanded, ignoring Dan completely though she knew full well Serena wouldn't be able to answer her question.
"How would I know?" Her blond friend replied with a knowing smile. "You're the one who was holed up with him all weekend, and then climbed out of his limo this morning. I've barley seen him."
"Wait, so you are with Chuck again?" Dan said suddenly, his brows raised. Blair turned to him and glared.
"Surprised?"
Dan shook his head. "Actually, no. I mean, what would the Devil be without his favorite witch?"
"And what would Brooklyn be without it's favorite welfare case?" Blair snapped back with a perfect smile of innocence.
Serena just rolled her eyes and grabbed both of their arms. "You know, have I told either of you recently how much I appreciate your efforts to be civil to one another? Truly, it touches my heart whenever I see…"
"Waldorf!" Chuck's voice suddenly called out from down the hall. "Let's go! We have a mission to accomplish."
Blair raised her brows and regarded him coldly. "You're late, Bass. So you can stand around and wait for me a little longer." She then turned back to Serena.
"Well now that I know our missing person is not face down in a ditch…you have to tell me about your first day back." She said before she smiled. "It was so bizarre around here without you. Last week Mrs. Preston …" She was cut off when she suddenly felt a pair of arms encircle her waist, and begin to pull her away.
"As much as I enjoy your little Snow Queen act, we don't have time for this." Chuck's voice said against her neck. Blair drew in a breath before she stomped down on his foot.
"Oww!" He cried out, while Blair flashed Serena a bright smile. "I suppose you'll just have to call me later, S, for details. But we really do have to go." She said as she glared at Chuck and grabbed his arm. "Come on." She told him as they began to walk away.
"Good bye Blair. Always a divine pleasure seeing you." Dan called out, obviously sarcastic.
"You too, Humphrey! Give Cedric all my love next time you bring him out to cuddle." Blair called back with a fake smile and cheery wave. "See Serena. We can be civil."
She then turned and walked away, as Chuck fell into step. "Serena wants you chumming up with Humphrey?"
"Ugh, more like slumming up." She retorted, crinkling her nose at the thought before she looked at him sternly. "But the entire encounter could have been avoided if you had just been here on time."
Chuck rolled his eyes and smirked. "So I was fashionably late. It's good etiquette." He teased while she glared playfully but slipped her tiny fingers into his hand nonetheless. They then playfully bantered all the way down to their current destination: Will Kensington's locker.
Their plan was simple: expose him for the creep he was. They just needed to help that process along. Knowing perfectly well that Will's expulsion would be on his permanent record, they had decided the easiest way to achieve this was to recreate the past.
Together, they had worked to create a second "Blair Waldorf" shrine that included dozens of pictures of her, printed out posts of Gossip Girl spottings, as well as forged letters and poems. It had been the letters and poems that they had worked hardest over the weekend… and had provided the most entertainment.
While Blair enjoyed coming up with rhymes about her "great beauty," Chuck took pleasure in teasing her and making things as pervy as possible… until Blair pointed out this was supposed to be from Will's point of view. Only then after his eyes had gleamed possessively did he finally tone down on the vulgarness.
By the time their weekend together had ended, they were both satisfied they had created a truly creepy tribute to her, which Chuck swore was eerily similar to the one Will had in 7th grade.
Their plotting had then carried on over to today. Blair job had been to steal Will's locker combination and confirm that the reason behind his expulsion was in his permanent files. Both had been easy to do while Blair flitted around the office, pretending to be the perfect worker. The only difficulty she had had was trying to keep the disgust off her face when she read Will's file and was reminded how big of a freak he truly was. Thank God he'd soon he gone.
With her acting as lookout, the next step was for Chuck to break into Will's locker and arranged their shrine without trouble. That was simple enough. Now all they had to do was to send in an anonymous tip the next morning, telling the office that they had walked by, seen his locker, and were disturbed by its contents.
After that, it would be all too easy. Will would likely be expelled again, and if he wasn't hauled off to a Mental Institution right then and there… he still wouldn't even be able to make contact with Blair again, or else suffer dire consequences. For once the news of his shrine broke out, her and Chuck were planning to go down to the Police Station and filed a massive restraining order.
That way if they didn't get him locked away in a facility for the mentally disturbed, and he refused to leave the city then they'd quickly get him locked up behind bars. Either way, his life was over.
Grinning evilly at one another as the walked away from the scene of their crime, they hurried towards Chuck's limo which was waiting outside the school. They then wasted no time jumping each other on the backseat for the second time that day.
"Another fine plan masterfully executed." Blair breathed out wickedly as Chuck's skilled fingers skimmed up her shirt and under her bra. Plotting and discussing victory with him was yet another turn on for her…one Chuck understood all too well.
Smirking against the now exposed skin of her smooth, flat stomach, he lifted his head long enough to say. "I'll bet you a Fendi bag that he sheds tears."
Blair grinned as she kissed him deeply, pulling back long enough to reply. "No, Will isn't the crying type." She kissed him hard before adding. "But I bet you'll a bottle of Scottish single malt scotch that he punches a wall."
They smirked at each other for a moment before he whispered "Deal." They then resumed attacking one another with their lips.
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As the two of them embraced, giving into that feeling of completion they only found when they were together… Will was currently feeling the rage, and twisting pain being apart from Blair did to him, not caring if this emotional overload was slowly driving him even more mad.
He hadn't seen sunlight since Saturday, the day he was suppose to meet Blair for brunch like they always did. He knew beforehand she had been acting strange, but he had assumed once Chuck Bass was gone then she'd finally see how they belonged with each other… how they belonged too each other.
Yet to his utter revulsion, she had gone after Bass, and though he knew the dark eyed boy was always a threat…he had never imagined it was truly possible for him to steal her away. Will knew they had a past, and he had felt the white flash of jealous pangs whenever he say them talking…but he had done so much to hurt her Will never thought she'd ever return to him. But return to him she did.
The moment Will had received Bass' text, he had stood up and thrown his plate, his glass, even the flower centerpiece on his table against the wall, and quivered in anger while crowds of people looked on in shock and terror from inside the restaurant.
He left quickly after that, brutally knocking over two tables in violent rage before he locked himself away, and allowed himself to be eaten alive by his anger and hurt.
Blair was his. Blair was his. He repeated over and over in his head. She was his. His!
But his dark, morbid curiosity lead to him checking Gossip Girl almost obsessively only to see this statement contradicted over and over again.
Spotted: C and B kissing outside the Plaza.
Spotted: The King and Queen stepping out of the Bass Family Limo together, looking like they enjoyed riding each other more than their ride to school.
Spotted: The UES Royalty Couple seen eating lunch together on the steps of the Plaza while their loyal subjects gazed upon them.
The reports were unbearable.
How could Blair do this to him? How could she ever take back Chuck Bass, the man he loathed the most in the world? Didn't she know everything he had done for her? Didn't she understand how much he loved her? That no one would ever love her like he did?
They were a match, meant to be. He was sure of it. No matter what she had done or who she was with…she belonged with him.
Trembling with emotion and anger, Will's icy blue eyes narrowed as he gripped the arm rest of his chair tightly.
She truly was his. And If she wasn't going to realize that on her own, then he'd make her realize it.
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Well, that last line is a dark little hint of things to come. Haha.
Anyways, again…sorry for the lateness and sorry if the bantering off. I find writing people words to be pretty tough at time, especially Chuck and Blair's cause their always that pressure to at least attempt witty banter. And they really interacted a lot this chapter.
Oh..and thanks again everyone for the reviews…especially you who review every new update. I really, really appreciate it!