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The Lost Weekend
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Chapter Six
Gossip Girl here, suffering from a bad case of poison ivy…Ivy League, that is. Yes, it's Ivy week at Constance and St. Jude's where all of our pretty little players disperse to make the all-important impression on the admissions rep from their respective dream school. We already knew B and C were headed for Yale, but now it's looking like Re-LonelyBoy is joining them as well. Oh, dear- Dan Humphrey's the only one even close to Blair's perfect academic record. But B does have C in her back pocket now- I sure wouldn't cross them. Let the games commence…
Blair took a deep breath, walking through the doors of the Dean's office. He was seated in a large wing-backed chair, and looked up at her disinterestedly.
"Oh, hello Miss…" He glanced down at her application, "Miss Waldorf. Please, take a seat."
Blair smoothed down her perfectly pressed white shirt and argyle sweater and crossed one tweed-outfitted leg over the other. "Thank you, sir. You have a beautiful campus."
"We like to think so. How was your trip to Connecticut?"
"Very pleasant."
He scanned her application to refresh his memory. "Ah, yes. I've looked over your application very thoroughly, and I must say, I'm impressed. Very well done."
Blair tried not to look too pleased with herself.
"Your academic record is flawless, you have strong recommendations from alumni, your essay about your father's home in France was stirring--"
"Thank you, sir.' Blair beamed.
"But." Her shoulders sagged as if she had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. "I feel as though there's something missing here. Some piece of Blair Waldorf that is not represented in this folder. Am I right?"
"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."
He sighed, tenting his fingers and resting his chin at their peak. "You really want to go to Yale?"
"More than anything in the world." She sat forward in her seat.
"You'd do anything to go here, wouldn't you?" He said, looking a bit amused.
"Anything."
He sat back in his seat. "Prove it."
"Excuse me?"
"Show me how badly you want to go to Yale."
Blair took a deep breath, reaching up to her perfectly arranged French twist. She pulled out the clip, shaking her long brown hair loose around her shoulders. She stood up, unbuttoning her sweater. "Tell me what you want." She said in a low voice.
"How about you show me a special skill that's not on your application?"
"Whatever you say," She made her way over to him, spinning his chair to face her with the pointed toe of her boot, "You don't do this with all the applicants, do you?"
Chuck pulled her into his lap. "No, Miss Waldorf. You're special."
"Good." She grinned, kissing him deeply.
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Chuck rolled over onto his back, shoving one of Blair's lacy pillows off her bed. He took a deep breath. "Well, Miss Waldorf, I've thought it over."
Blair looked over at him, smiling. "What's the verdict?"
"I'd let you into my college." He said, breathing out heavily.
"Really?"
He pulled her on top of him, his hands on her bare back, "Baby, I'd build you your own wing."
Blair grinned devilishly, "Well, let's hope the Yale Dean of Admissions is as depraved as you."
"If you tried this, you'd probably kill him. The guy's pushing eighty."
"Damn. I guess I'm just stuck with you, then."
"Guess so." Chuck's hands tangled in her hair as he pulled her down to him.
Suddenly, Blair's phone went off on the bedside table. She sighed, pulling away. "Hold that thought." She said, checking the phone, "I should take this."
Chuck looked at her perfect naked back, sighing contentedly as she answered. "Hello? Oh, hey mom. Yeah. Chuck's just helping me pack for New Haven." She winked at him, getting up and starting to get dressed. "That sounds great. Okay. Bye." Blair snapped the phone shut, picking her clothes up off the floor.
"Why are you getting dressed?" Chuck looked annoyed.
"My mom's going to be home in like two minutes," She handed him his pants, "I don't think she'd buy us packing naked."
"Probably not. We really didn't get much packing done, huh?"
"No, I guess not." Blair smiled, rehooking her bra.
"What are you going to wear tomorrow?" Chuck asked, rebuttoning his shirt and retying his tie.
"I was thinking just this," Blair indicated her lingerie, "Thought it might help me stand out from the crowd."
"Now that sounds like my kind of college," Chuck smiled, looking at his slightly wrinkled clothes in the mirror, "Should I take off?"
"My mom said she's taking me to a good-luck dinner, you know, to freak me out about tomorrow. But you can come if you want, I'm sure she wouldn't care." Blair pulled her argyle sweater back on.
"Does she know about us?"
"I don't even think she knows Nate and I are broken up." Blair laughed.
"Then I should probably head home. Don't want to upset the Waldorf status quo."
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow?" She said, fixing his collar.
"Bright and early. I was thinking of swinging by Queller's office before we leave, check out the list, see who else signed up."
"So we can plan their destruction on the way?"
"You read my mind." Chuck kissed her good-bye, "Bye, Blair."
"Bye." She said a little dreamily, watching him walk down the stairs and into the elevator.
Blair sighed happily, leaning against the wall.
"You're in a good mood." Dorota commented, walking up the stairs with the laundry a moment later.
"I've never been better, Dorota." Blair shrugged.
"Your shirt is on inside out, Miss Blair."
Blair flushed scarlet, checking her tags. "Well, would you look at that. How strange. I hope I haven't been walking around like that all day."
Dorota smiled. "You should probably fix that"
"Right you are, Dorota. Thank you." Blair said, nearly running into the wall as she turned around.
"Is everything okay, Miss Blair?"
"I'm just…excited about tomorrow." Blair laughed a little nervously, disappearing into her room and closing the door behind her.
She leaned against the door, exhaling. Why was she acting like such a crazy person?
I can't sleep, I can't eat. I feel sick. Like there's something in my stomach…fluttering.
That Chuck Bastard. She couldn't be off her game tomorrow. She hadn't felt like this since Nate first shared his crayons with her in second grade.
Was it weird to have a crush on her own boyfriend?
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Chuck stepped into the elevator at the Palace, smiling as he read something on his phone.
"Hold the elevator!" Serena said, catching up to him, "Hey, Chuck."
"Serena." He nodded, pushing the button for their floor.
"Were you just at Blair's?" She said, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Why do you ask?"
"You look so…happy. It's freaking me out."
"You don't want to see your own brother happy?"
"I just need to adjust. So things are good with Blair?"
"I'm going to have to invent a new word for how good it is." Chuck said, giving Serena one of his rare not-dirty smiles.
"Well, well. Chuck Bass in love." Serena clapped a hand to her heart, grinning.
"Let's not get carried away." He scoffed.
"No, seriously, I am proud of your growing up process- It's like watching a baby deer learn how to walk." Serena giggled as they stepped off the elevator together.
"Get a hold of yourself." Chuck said, about to laugh too.
"Finally!" Eric stood up from the couch as they walked in, "Chuck, I've been texting you for the last hour!"
"Sorry, E. He's been too busy drawing pictures of Blair in his diary with little hearts and stars around them." Serena said, plopping down on the couch.
"Ignore her," Chuck sighed, "What's up Eric?"
"You're good at Economics, right?" Eric said, indicating a huge pile of homework spilled all over the coffee table.
"He's good at Blair-o-nomics!" Serena cracked herself up, switching on the TV.
"Now you're not even making sense," Chuck looked at her, shaking his head as Eric picked up his homework, "Come on, Eric. Let's let your dear sister think of some more clever jokes."
Eric and Chuck walked into the office to the sounds of Serena still laughing.
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"So I have a surprise for you." Chuck walked up behind Blair, who was flipping through her "So You Want to Go to Yale…" packet in front of school.
"Ooh, I love surprises." Blair turned around, smiling.
"My dad said we can take the car to Connecticut. I know the school hired a bus but--"
"We're not really bus people."
"Exactly."
"Fun! Did you get the list?" She took his hand as he led her towards the waiting car.
"Copied down and in my bag."
"You mean your man purse. Anyone we should be worried about besides Dapper Dan?"
"Nelly Yuki signed up." Chuck said, looking annoyed.
"Of course she did. Oh well. Thanks to me, her SAT scores sucked. She's not that big of a threat."
"So you can take care of her. Leave Humphrey to me." Chuck said, his eyes darkening.
"That's not a happy voice. What'd Dan ever do to you?"
"He's a prick. I've always hated him." Chuck shrugged.
"Liar. Tell me what happened."
"We've got about an hour drive. I'll tell you on the way." Chuck said, watching Dan walk across the courtyard to the waiting bus.
Dan briefly made eye contact with Chuck, looking away quickly.
Dan Humphrey. What an asshole. Chuck decided he would tell Blair the part about Dan trying to use his far more interesting life for his lame book, but just not the part about his mother. Chuck still hated that he'd told anyone that.
He didn't want anyone feeling sorry for him, least of all Blair.
"Aww, how cute. Dan's trying to do the man purse thing too." Blair watched him as well, snapping Chuck out of his thoughts.
"Trying and failing."
"Why is he staring at us?" Blair's eyes narrowed as Dan watched them from the bus window.
"Maybe he wants a ride. Let's go."
"New Haven, here we come." She shrugged, sitting down after Chuck opened the door for her.
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Blair entered Chuck's dorm room for the weekend in a Michael Kors floral print skirt and purple blouse.
"You almost ready for dinner?" She asked impatiently.
"Almost. Talk to me, Waldorf. How'd it go?" He said, holding out his sleeve for her to button the cuff. It was kind of convenient having a girl around to do these things.
She obliged, looking very proud of herself. "Nelly Yuki is currently headed to her very first college party, all thoughts of some stuffy Dean's Dinner far from her mind. I know the president of the Kappa Alpha Theta sorority- she modeled in one of my mom's shows and was more than happy to help me out."
"Nice."
"What about you? Blindfold Dan and drop him off with the Skull and Bones boys yet?"
"Nice idea, but no. Dan Humphrey is meeting with the head of the English department at a pub downtown."
Blair looked up from his sleeve in exasperation. "Chuck, we want him to not get in! How is that helping us? "
"Have you no faith in me? The head of the English department will be at the Dean's Dinner tonight. The man Dan is meeting is a very handsomely paid employee of my father's who was nice enough to take a little road trip and invest in some tweed."
"Are you serious? You hired someone?" She laughed out loud.
"All he has to do is sit there and listen to Dan prattle on for a few hours about being misunderstood and falling for a girl from another world, you know, the usual. He probably won't get a word in edgewise."
Blair rolled her eyes. "No amount of money could convince me to sit through that."
"I know." Chuck laughed, putting on his suit jacket.
"I think we did it, Bass. Threats neutralized." She crossed her arms, looking absurdly proud.
"They should have known better." He smiled at Blair as they stood face to face.
"True. This isn't exactly our first time at the social annihilation rodeo."
"Or our last. You're not worried I'll take your spot? Or do you have some grand double cross planned on the way to dinner?" Chuck asked.
"I don't know. I'm starting to think it would be way more fun here with you around. And who says they can only accept one of us?" Blair shrugged, standing very close to him now.
"You think we'll both get in?"
"If we rock this dinner, which we will," Blair's eyes were practically on fire with the thrill of it all, "Can't you just see it, Chuck? You and me, ruling the best of the Ivy Leagues, spending our weekends at the coast, slowly bending the entire freshman class to our will- Yale's not going to know what hit--"
"Blair?" Chuck cut her off, looking pale and terrified all of a sudden.
"What?"
"I love you."
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Well. This has never happened to me, loyal readers. Just like B, I'm speechless. Give me a moment to process—and maybe help B up off the floor.
Until next time-- you know you love me. And now we know C loves B. This is getting good…XOXO Gossip Girl.
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