Chapter Fourteen: Shut Your Pretty Mouth

"My mother says 'Congratulations'."

"What are you talking about, Bass?"

"Congratulations on us, you know, getting together," he clarified himself, leaning up against the doorway to Blair's bedroom.

"How does she know? Did you tell her? Oh my god, she's a bigger gossip whore than all the girls in our school combined! What were you thinking?" she whined from where she was sitting on her bed.

"Of course I didn't tell her. How stupid do you think I am?" he asked, finding the comment insulting. "She read it. On Gossip Girl. Actually, she saw pictures. You got in to my limo with tights on, you got out with bare legs. Seriously, Blair, how the fuck did you forget to put them back on? Now it's obvious, and we can't even lie unless we say something lame like you were getting hot so you took them off."

She blinked as she listened to him, unable to think of a response. How had she been so stupid that she forgot to put her tights back on after they had their quickie? She had completely forgotten about them, and now... the rest of the UES (and quite possibly world, if they were interested in her life) knew that for some reason she had taken them off in the presence of Chuck Bass. There was no chance for them to lie their way out of it without sounding like idiots.

"I'm... I'm so sorry, Chuck," she apologized, knowing how important it had been to him that their plan work out a certain way. "We just have to be up front about it. I'm sure that Nate will be fine. He can be understanding sometimes."

"You don't know Nathaniel if you think he'll be fine with this," he said as he walked over to the bed and laid down beside her. "You can have my suite and scarf when he kills me, which will probably be in the next 24 hours."

"He won't kill you, and I wouldn't want your scarf anyways," she teased, leaning back so she could lay with him instead of sitting next to him. "Just kidding. Scarves are very in right now. There's a really nice one by Tolani that I might buy."

"Now is not the time to talk about fashion, Blair," he told her. His arms snaked around her waist and he pulled her close.

"Come on. You love shopping as much as I do, you'd just never admit it."

"It's not that I don't like shopping, it's just that I'm tired and not in the mood to talk about fashion and shopping," he said, pulling his phone from his pocket when he felt it vibrating from a new text message. "'From Jeremy: Good job banging blair. can I have a turn?'" he read aloud the message. "And off the phone goes," he declared when another message came through and instead of reading it, he just turned the phone off. He didn't want to have to deal with that all night long.

Ironic, wasn't it? He used to be one of those guys sending the texts.

Oh, how Blair loved Saturdays. It wasn't that she slept in like normal teenagers, it was that she had freedom. There was no school to attend, and rarely any social events that took place in the morning. She just got to lay around, eat breakfast and then most of the time, she'd meet up with Serena to go shopping.

But now, she was stuck inside because her boyfriend was upstairs literally passed out in her bed. He wouldn't move, no matter how hard she nudged him. Even Dorota was upset that she couldn't take the sheets off of the bed and clean them. This was a Chuck Bass morning, though. He got up whenever the hell he felt like it, usually when it was acceptable for him to be drinking in public.

"C'mon, Chuck. Wake up!" she yelled at him. She had been yelling earlier as well, but decided to take a short break to rest her voice and eat some breakfast. Now she was at it again.

"Miss Blair, you have a visitor!" Dorota called up the stairs.

Blair sighed, and lifted her foot up to kick Chuck in the shoulder. "If you're not awake by the time I come back upstairs, I'll be getting scissors to cut something very important to you," she warned him.

When she went downstairs, she was surprised to see Nate. His hands were stuffed in to his pockets and he had a stone cold look on his face that was free of any emotion but hatred, and his eyes were deep and filled with hurt.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, crossing her arms over top of her stomach. She felt bare and uncomfortable wearing only a robe with a bra and panties underneath. With anyone else she would've been fine, but this was Nate. Things just weren't quite the same with them.

"I was wondering if you knew where Chuck was. He isn't answering his phone, he's not at his suite and since you're his new slut, I thought you might know where he is. Actually, I thought there was a good chance that he's here," Nate said as he awkwardly shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"I'm not his slut, Nate," she snapped. She had a meaningful relationship with Chuck. It wasn't right for Nate to just label it as something slutty. "We're actually dating. But yes, he's here. He's still sleeping."

"What? Tired from all the sex you two have been having behind my back?" he asked, beginning to walk in the direction of the stairs.

"How can you just assume that this has been going on for a long time? You don't know anything."

"But I know Chuck. He's never dated a girl in his life, Blair. If what you're telling me is the truth, it would take him a lot more than a quickie in the back of a fucking limo to decide he wants to date you."

Blair watched him go up the stairs, deciding it would be best to stay down. They needed to talk and it wouldn't help if she was in the middle of it. Maybe they'd be able to solve their problems.
As if.

"You son of a bitch!" Nate cursed, throwing a hard punch in to Chuck's jaw. Such a cheap shot, since Chuck had still been sleeping.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he groaned, clutching to the side of his face. "Don't fucking punch me while I'm asleep! If you're trying to fight me, at least do it like a man. Get some fucking balls for once, Archibald." No, you did not want to deal with Chuck Bass in the morning. Wake him up, and you'll get what you deserve.

"What the fuck am I doing? You're the one doing Blair," Nate said as he grabbed Chuck's shoulder and began to pull him up from the bed.

"Yes, I'm doing Blair! What the fuck is your problem? She's on the market, free for anyone to take. Consider yourself lucky that I got her before someone else did." Chuck was grabbing on to the sheets now, trying to keep them against his body. "Fuck, Nate. I'm not wearing any clothes. This isn't a fair fight."

"I ought to kill you, Chuck," he said in a low voice, pushing his now ex-best friend back down on to the bed and using his hand to pin his neck down. "I knew you'd take advantage of Blair. You do it to every other girl. Why the fuck should she be any different, eh? You're a worthless ass and I want nothing to do with you, do you understand?"

Chuck shut his eyes and nodded, preparing for any other punches that Nate may throw at him. He felt him release from his neck after a moment and his eye lids opened to stare his old friend in the face.

"By the way, I was the one Blair was fucking while you were away at Christmas," he told Nate, a smirk creeping on to his face. If they weren't going to be friends anymore, Chuck may as well get everything off of his chest now.

"What?"

"Fucked Blair. Almost every night while you were away, too. Hard, rough sex. And I got her to admit that I was better. Not that I didn't already know that. You're just a pussy, Nate. Always have been, always will be. You don't know how to please a girl like that. A girl like Serena, maybe, but she's been pounded enough to not know what it's really like to have good sex. I guess that's why you liked her, huh? That's why it was different? Or are you just being a hypocritical prick and trying to cover your ass? No need to say anything, I know the answer. You're just so predictable, you'd just lie about it."

This hit a nerve with Nate and before Chuck knew it, he was sitting in the Waldorf kitchen, an ice pack from Dorota pressed up against his nose. Blair just sat next to him, every now and then attempting to pull up the boxers that were only half hanging on to his hips because he had put them on in a hurry.

"At least you're awake now," Blair said, reaching up to touch his cheek, which had small bruises beginning to form on it.

"Yeah. Let's play that game. What's good about Chuck being punched by fucking Nate to wake up? Oh, that Blair doesn't have to now," Chuck muttered bitterly and sarcasticly.

"You're a man. You could've taken Nate. You just didn't have the courage, that's all," she taunted him.

"I swear to God, Blair," he growled in a warning.

"Oh, you don't scare me, Bass," she laughed, pulling her hand away so Dorota could inspect Chuck's nose.

"Really? I should. Doesn't my face look awful now? That should be enough to scare you away," he sighed.

"Miss Blair, I think we should go to the hospital. His nose looks broken," Dorota interrupted them.

"Let me see," Blair said, getting up from her seat and moving over to Dorota's side of him so she could look at his nose too. "Oh, you're right. I guess we're going to the hospital. Come on, Chuck, I'm sure you've been before."