Hello! Have any of you heard the Cobra Starship song that Leighton sings on? I can't get it out of my head. The girl's got a good voice. I actually think they could do something pretty interesting with having her sing on the show. Like Blair is having a hard time fitting in, because lets face it, she's more Yale than NYU, so she starts trying new things. I see them all out at a club, Dan, Serena, Vanessa, Nate and Chuck are all arguing about something when they hear voice from the stage. Serena, Chuck and Nate all pause, and Chuck's like "Who gave her tequila?" and Vanessa is like "Who is that? They're pretty good." They go into the main room and Blair is up on stage singing with the band… something upbeat and fast. Here we go…
Blair sat on the settee in her formal living room with her two and a half month old son on her lap, his back propped against her raised knees so that they could have a proper conversation.
"Now listen… Your father is coming to visit you. Yes, shocking I know, but he is coming." She looked at the deep brown eyes that were set in his small face, and she softened her tone. "You're almost three months old, and you have probably been wondering where your daddy is since all the other babies at Mommy and Me have daddies… except for Ella. She has two mommies. Just like you have two Grand-peres... but that's a talk for another time… What I'm trying to say is… You didn't hear this from me, and if you tell anyone, I'll deny everything and send you to boarding school when your four… but you have a good daddy. Way better than that Clover girl in baby yoga. Her father is a vegan who wears crocs to work. Enough said."
Blair looked at Charlie and he looked back at her.
"Sorry. Now, you're going to be on your own with your daddy for a little while, but I'll see you soon… If you need anything just scream really loudly and Dorota will come. Those are words to live by, my son, but I digress… If anything should happen, like he forgets you somewhere or drops you on your head, I promise you I will choke the very life out of him by his scarf."
Charlie had been looking at his mother rather sedately until that point, but now his mouth broke in to a toothless smile and a jerky new giggle.
"Oh? You think that's funny do you?" Blair said as a true laugh of her own bubbled up from within her.
"Finally! A Blair Waldorf plot I can get on board with!"
Looking up with mild surprise accompanied by a raised eyebrow, Blair saw Dan walking into her living room.
"Ha. Ha." She quipped. "But just incase Chuck goes missing… You heard nothing."
Dan smiled as he sat down on the edge of the settee and took the baby from Blair. Putting on a stern voice, he addressed the baby.
"So, young Bass? You've go an appetite for destruction… You are your parent's son."
Blair rolled her eyes. "Can I help you with something, or did you just come here to besmirch my name to my only child? I'm hoping to hold out on that till he's old enough to read Page Six."
"In that case let's hope he gets to that before what I wrote in your yearbook. Here." He said taking a pouch from his pocket and handing it to her. "My mom saw these chains in the health food store and when you wear them it's supposed to neutralize the acidity in your body… I thought it might help with Charlie's diaper rash."
If this had been a few months ago, Blair might have been surprised by Dan's behaviour, but apparently a man seeing a baby nearly rip it's mother apart as it came into the world, fostered a connection Dan seemed to be honouring. After he had first showed up with a stuffed bear a few days after she'd come home from the hospital, she told him he didn't have to play daddy, but it seemed, for some unknown reason, that Dan had his sights set on playing uncle.
"Thank you." Blair said, before her nose turned up at the necklace revealed in the pouch. "He's not wearing that."
"Come on! It can be his first of many accessories. Or, I'm sorry, am I too late? Have you already had him fitted for his crown?"
"Give me my baby."
The other handy thing that crossed Blair's mind on more then one occasion was that it would irritate Chuck to no end when he found out. Any irritation for Chuck that could be removed without a shot of penicillin was alright as far as Blair was concerned.
"What is this?" Said a sneer from the door.
Think of the devil…
"Chuck," Blair said, as she tried to sound surprised. "You're early."
"What's he doing here?" Chuck questioned harshly while ignoring the man in question.
Rolling his eyes at Chuck's tone, Dan rubbed Charlie on the head, handed him to his mother, and made a hasty exit. With him gone Chuck and Blair faced off against each other in the now too quiet room. Chuck threw down the gauntlet first.
"Are you going to tell me what Humphrey was doing here? With you? With my son?"
Blair shrugged, once again trying to keep her expression bland.
"He cut the cord." She reminded him flippantly.
"I planted the seed…" Chuck drawled out as his eyes skimmed over her body. He changed subjects and tones the way an Indy driver changed gears. Quick and smooth. "I must say Mrs. Bass… You do seem to have snapped back from our joint venture nicely… But to be sure… I'd have to get a closer look…"
"Try it and see how easy it is tying a bow tie with only three fingers." Blair said through a vicious smile. "And it's Waldorf, remember?"
Chuck smiled, having missed her ire almost as much as he missed her. Clearing his throat he moved on. "So what are we doing today?"
She pulled out one of her most authoritarian voices. "We," she stressed "are not doing anything. You, are going to have some time with Charlie, and in one hour, you will walk with Dorota over to the pond to give me back my baby."
Chuck just looked at her, not conveying how disappointed he was that she wasn't staying. At this moment he still had to appear to be playing by her rules, and not let on that the game had changed. Given what he knew he nodded.
Taking the nod as an affirmation of her plan, she moved in to hand Chuck his son. Still new to this, Chuck awkwardly accepted him, but his arms got tangled with Blair's and she couldn't risk a fast step back that could send Charlie to the floor, so for two heart stopping moments the former couple were locked together. Their heads mere centimeters apart, they looked into each other's eyes and could see everything that was left unsaid living there. Shaken, Blair slowly extricated herself from the embrace and took a much-needed step back to gain her composure.
As she looked at them now it didn't help to see the image Chuck and Charlie made. It seemed like the dream of a lifetime ago. Turning away, she picked her light coat off the back of a chair and slipped it on.
"I just fed him an—" She said, absently as she tied up her belt.
"I'm jealous…" Chuck drawled, letting his eyes caress her more ample chest.
"You're disgusting." Blair clarified, with a curl of her lip. "He has had everything he needs, so unless he has to be changed you should be getting off light. I'll see you in the park in an hour."
Chuck watched her go and only when the elevator door slid shut did he look away. Moving towards a chair he sat, and angled Charlie so they could look at each other.
"Soooo…. Has anyone told you about the birds and the bees yet…"
Going on fifty minutes later, Blair made her way along the tree-lined path that would take her to her favourite spot in the park. She'd never been away from Charlie for this long, so her mind was so preoccupied with thoughts of him, that she didn't hear the bike coming up behind her. Before she knew anything, it had clipped her side and sent her stumbling off the path, her heel sinking deep into the soft earth and sticking there.
Flustered she pulled at her leg, and scowled at the man who had hopped off his bike and rushed to her side.
"Sorry! Sorry! I'm so sorry!" He rushed out, as he knelt at her side, his hands on her calf and he helped her pull her leg free. "I don't know how that happened?"
Still frazzled from what she considered a near brush with death, Blair snapped the first thing that came to mind. "It happened because you suck!"
For a second the man looked caught off guard, but then he chuckled. "You're probably right. I'm new to New York, and I haven't quite gotten the hang of biking in the city."
"You might want to start with not running people down." Blair said sharply, looking down at the man who still held her leg. "Do you mind?"
As if he'd forgotten where he was, the man quickly let go, and stood up, holding out his hand.
"I'm Adam Drakewood." He said, smiling at Blair as she ignored his hand.
With her wits back about her, she looked him over with a more discerning eye. He was tall, but not too tall, he had bright blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, he was undeniably good looking, and he was wearing a Yale sweatshirt. He was quite possibly perfect.
"Who you are is someone who should be more careful." Blair reprimanded as she started to move away.
"As you wish." Adam smiled, backing towards his bike.
Blair watched him for a second as he peddled away. Not a bad view, she thought to herself as she continued walking towards the pond.
A few minutes later, Blair sat looking over the ripples in the dark water of the pond and she heard them approach from a short distance away.
"Are you sure he's warm enough? I should have put that second sweater on… Maybe put the extra blanke—"
"Mr. Chuck, baby is fine." Dorota cut him off, clearly having had listened to similar words the whole walk here. "Is not that cold. Look, Mr. Charlie, there is Mama."
A true dimpled smile broke out on Blair's face, and she stood as they reached her, glad to be back with her baby again. Scooping him from his pram she rained kisses on him and cuddled him to her as if they were the only people in the world. Coming back to the fact they were not alone, Blair looked up and saw Chuck watching them with a masked gaze.
"Blair… If I could have a word…"
Blair nodded, slightly uncomfortable about them being alone together, but reminding herself they were in Central Park, surround by hundreds of people. She passed Charlie to Dorota, and she took the baby down to the pond to feed the ducks. Charlie's parents took a seat on the bench and watch them in silence for several minutes. Finally Chuck moved, reaching into his breast pocket.
"I've been meaning…" He began as he pulled out a long velvet box.
Blair's breath stilled as she watch his elegant hands open the box to reveal an antique diamond and sapphire bracelet.
"You didn't have too…" She began as he removed it from the case.
He gently took her hand and slid up her sleeve, laying the jewels across her wrist and quickly doing up the clasp.
"My father gave this to my mother on their first anniversary." He said softly, his hand still holding hers, his thumb rubbing sensual patterns across her pulse point. "It is but a small token of my gratitude for my son…"
Blair could barely think as the her senses reeled, and then all thoughts ran out of her head as Chuck leaned in and she could feel the bare whisper of his breath against her ear. Her eyes rolled back in her head, as her neck rolled to the side to allow him greater access.
"Thank you." He said as a caress.
Pulling back, the cool air of his absence brought Blair crashing back to Earth. Still stunned she looked up at him as he stood and nodded knowingly.
"I'll see you next week."
With that Chuck walked to Dorota, said goodbye to Charlie, and was gone.
Blair looked at him, knowing she'd been Bassed. She couldn't let him do this to her again. Hurt her and walk back in. Not this time.
TahDaH!! Okay, all the "my baby"s were a shout out to my best friend who has a three month old, and constantly refers to her as "my baby". Also, I just wanted to say how much I'm looking forward to season 3. I can't wait to see what happens to Blair at NYU. She is sooooo couture, and NYU is sooooo jeans and sneakers. As I finished this chapter I just watched an interview with Leighton where she is like "All Blair's clothes are just so… Blair." But I also love that she said while Blair is trying to adapt… you can't teach an old dog new tricks. I like Blair the way she is anyway.
