I've always been amused with the idea of 1920's burlesque and Historical CB fics. After watching Moulin Rouge after the billionth time this came to mind. I found myself thinking of what happened during Victor, Victrola and I realized that it had always been my favorite episode of the whole series. I've also been listening to A Fever You Can't Sweat Out by Panic! At The Disco all weekend and I just really couldn't get the idea of this fic off my mind.

I'm keeping canon pairings here, no Dair or Chenny or any of those crack!ships. It's somewhat like the S1 plot but Chuck and Blair do no know each other in the beginning.

I'm just testing the waters for this, if not much people review or subscribe i'll probably cut it. Idk if i'll continue.

-Danielle

The smell of cigarettes and perfume fill the air as colors of all sorts fly around the dressing room. She stares at her reflection for a moment, taps the top of her dresser with her slender glove covered fingers impatiently as she lets out a heavy sigh.

Bright lights all around accompany the breezy laughter ringing in her ears. She brushes off her brown curls gingerly away from her shoulders, silently reminding herself of the days with clinking wine glasses and the possibility of love. She thinks of Nathaniel Archibald with his glassy stare and bronze hair. The way stray locks would fall onto his forehead and she would sweep them away softly before she would coyly plant a kiss on his lips.

He was her prince charming, it was legitimate as soon as they turned twelve when a business deal had been made between their parents stating that the two of them were to get wed at the age of eighteen.

But that was before her father, Harold, ran away to Paris with all their money, leaving the business deal a questionable feat.

The sound of the music takes her back, reminds her that she's not part of that life anymore. She lives in the night uniformed in shimmering corsets with lace and silk. Masks covering every face making it impossible to tell who she would be dancing for, when everything seems to move too fast. When everything is like a dream but it's nonetheless real.

"Blair," the leggy blond smiles in front of her, wearing white sequined lingerie and a mask making her seem birdlike in her features. "Ready?"

"Hold on for a second." she tells her. Serena bends down and brushes something on Blair's cheek.

"A little bird told me that a rich duke wants to invest on this place." the blond whispers in her ear. "If he does, we'll find richer company...maybe love."

She rolls her eyes. The thought of finding love in a cabaret was ridiculous. No prince charming would simply waltz in a burlesque looking to sweep a princess of her feet. As far as Blair was concerned none of them were even princesses.

"That's truly an improbable fantasy, S."

"Oh that's because you always have your corset too tight." Serena laughs, taking both of the brunette's hands. "Were young, Blair. We have to take risks and have fun." she tells her, pulling her to the stage. The piano starts playing and to Blair it's just another night with Serena taking the stage and every else's attention.

Curtains pull open. Orange, blue, yellow, green spotlights cover each centimeter of the cabaret. Masks hide every face, adrenaline fills her. It's the same scene every night. The feathers, tuxedos, lip-stick stained glasses and boisterous cheers from the men.

"Take a risk." Serena giggles in her ear before pushing her out towards the crowd onto someone wearing a silver mask and sleek black tuxedo.

"Hello." he rasps as she pulls him by his tie and then lets go. She almost expects him to yell out like all the others. Where you goin' beautiful? But he surprisingly doesn't, making her bite her lip and giggle a bit as she walks away.

She leaves him. She fucking leaves him with her feathered ass shaking in the air. He watches her strut away and she's teasing him with her perfectly toned thighs out for everyone to see. That's when the blond takes her place and smirks at him.

"You wanna have some fun tonight?" she purrs in his ear.

"You have no ide-" he gets cut off by the brunette taking the stage. Legs up, hands all over herself. She bends and spins, he pretends she's dancing for him, her eyes piercing through his. "Who is that?"

The blond giggles and starts unbuttoning his button down shirt. "Oh that's nobody." she whispers. "Come on."

He pulls away from her and stands up from his seat, fixes his shirt and walks towards her slowly.

He ignores the whispers of the other girls he passes by, keeps his eyes on her. His girl with the scarlet colored mask and chestnut curls, dancing like there's no one else in the room. His girl. He likes the sound of it and keeps thinking of her in his mind and everything else disappears. He can see only her, hear only the music.

He extends his hand towards the tantalizing brunette who stares at him for a moment. She smirks and breaks eye contact. The scent of her perfume lingers around his nose as she dances away. The lights cascade down her body like curtains, he wants to feel her shiver under his touch and hear her whisper his name.

Nothing was going to stop him from making that happen.

He grabs her by the waist and places his lips on hers. She pulls away and smiles. "Well aren't you just the cat's meow." she purses her lips. "You like games?"

He looks down and chuckles. "Depends on what were playing for." she giggles, places her hand on his cheek and then turns around. She's teasing again.

"Tell me your name first." she faces him again.

"I'm Chuck Bass." he says it proudly with a smug expression. It's a line he's said too many times before and never has he said it with more pride. "And yours?"

"Maybe you'll find out." his girl grins and spins away into the crowd.