Chapter Seven: Do You Know What It Feels Like

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Time for some more of Chuck's POV. It's been about Blair a lot lately, so maybe that's why some of you think that Chuck doesn't have a heart. There is a reason for why he does what he does. Anyways, I'm loving all of your comments. There seems to be quite a mix of opinions, but I'm glad that you guys are enjoying it. The comments are really encouraging me to write, so I'll be updating more often if you keep it up. Well... except for Saturday and Monday. There'll be no updates then, unless I do them early in the morning which I doubt.
Oh, and don't forget to post your suggestions. I like hearing what you guys want to happen.

What was Chuck going to say? For the past few days, he'd been trying to figure out what he was going to tell Nate. He wasn't particularly fond of the idea that he would be admitting that Blair used him to cheat on Nate, but... it would be better this way. It'd be better if Nate found out from Chuck before he found out from Blair. Still, Chuck was struggling to find the right wording that made him seem like he was worthy of being forgiven, and bitchy Blair wasn't. She had tricked him and lied, so he wanted some revenge. It wasn't fair that just because she had a pretty face and acted so innocent that she could get away with everything that she wanted to. It was time for her to understand how hurt Chuck had felt. Not that he'd admit it, of course. His little rant about how he thought Blair respected his friendship with Nate was bad enough, he wouldn't have go on to tell her how hurt he was by her actions. Hello, how girly would that be?

He'd have to figure it out soon. Nate was going to be over in a couple of minutes, fresh off of a plane since he had spent the holidays in some exotic island, enjoying a view of women in bikinis that Chuck only wished he'd had the priviledge of seeing too. Instead, he had been stuck in New York with Blair, who he had assumed was single and available for anyone to have. At least he hadn't only been with Blair. That would've been pathetic. There were plenty of girls on the side, all of which comforted him after reading the news on Gossip Girl that he'd been in a bad mood and seen pictures as proof. Maybe acting depressed did get you women. He'd have to try it again some time.

There was a knock at the door of Chuck's room, and he eagerly got up from the couch (where he'd been enjoying a drink) and opened the door for Nate. He was more tan than he was when he had left, but he had dark circles underneath his eyes that made it appear like he had hardly gotten any sleep. Or maybe it was just jet lag. Flying could get tiring (cue for corny joke).

"Nathaniel, how were the holidays?" Chuck asked, stepping aside so Nate could enter the hotel room.

"Absolutely amazing. You really should've come with me," Nate sighed as he walked inside. He made his way over to the couch that he had spent the night on so many times, and sat down.

"I know, I know, but New York needs me. Far too many losers would get laid if it weren't for me," Chuck joked, grabbing his empty glass and moving over to refill it.

Nate scoffed, grinning at his friend. "How very true. You're the one responsible for keeping their egos deflated."

Chuck had an almost fake smile, and it sort of faded as he said, "Speaking of getting laid... Have you talked to Blair yet?"

"No. I was planning on crashing here for the night, if you don't mind, then I'll go over there in the morning. She's always happier in the morning," he explained.

"Yeah, that's fine, but... I need to tell you something," Chuck said, unable to look Nate in the eyes. After a long pause, he finally said, "Blair didn't lose her virginity to you."

Nate let out a nervous laugh, rolling his eyes at Chuck. "What are you talking about? Is this some sort of joke? She told me that she never slept with Carter."

"And she didn't. She slept with... someone else, right before her birthday and then again while you were gone," Chuck told him quietly. It was too hard for him to say that it was actually him who slept with Blair. He knew that Nate would be completely pissed if he knew, so Chuck just kept it at 'someone slept with Blair'. Hopefully, Nate would believe him.

"Blair wouldn't cheat on me. She made me wait for sex for two years after I decided I wanted it... Why would she lose her virginity to someone else?" he asked, just rambling on. It was like Nate was trying to convince himself that Blair would never do that to him, and if Chuck hadn't been the one she slept with, he wouldn't have believed it either.

"I don't know, Nate. I wish it wasn't true, but it's Blair we're talking about. If she doesn't get what she wants from someone, she'll find another person to give it to her. I... was there when it happened. The only advice I can give you is to get out while you can. You don't want her to make a fool out of you."

"Are you really sure? I just... I can't imagine Blair doing that," Nate muttered quietly, getting up from the couch.

"I'm sure. Nate, I'd never lie to you. I told you, the three things I care about are money, the pleasures that money bring me and you. I just want to make sure that you don't get used." Chuck never thought he'd be concerned about someone getting used. He was, after all, the man who slept with women just to toss them out the door five minutes after.

Nate, still looking surprised and upset, left the hotel room without saying another word. Chuck was only hoping that he'd take his advice, or else he'd be getting screwed over again and again.