Story: Beautifully Broken

Author: Bellakatalina

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Carter/ Blair. It was an ever-growing list: Her mother. Nate. Chuck. Her father. Yale. Serena. Blair Waldorf lost everything that was important to her.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl

"There's only two types of people in the world:

The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe

Well baby, I'm a put on a show kind of girl

Don't like the backseat, gotta be first"

Circus, Britney Spears

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"Let's get out of here." She whispered into his ear.

Carter raised his eyebrow in surprise. She had obviously had a lot to drink this evening, and although she had all these ideas of a new Blair he wasn't sure he should let her try them out in a drunken state.

"Where did you have in mind?" He asked as he pushed a lock of her dark chocolate curls behind her ear.

"Victrola." She said and instantly he reacted.

"Bass' bar? Why?" He asked not wanting to go anywhere that belonged to him.

"I feel like dancing." She said remembering another time when she had let herself go. "You wouldn't deny me, would you?" she asked as she dipped her tongue into his ear.

Obviously the new Blair Waldorf was a tease, Carter thought as inhaled her sent sharply.

"You can dance anywhere." Carter said although he already knew he would be doing whatever she wanted.

She bit his lower earlobe gently before huskily breathing her reply into his ear. "Well, I'm going to go dance and Victrola, and you can come and watch or you can go home alone."

And just as her body had been so close to him, she grabbed her purse and walked toward the doors of the bar leaving him missing her warmth. Carter closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath he tried to regain control of his body before quickly setting down a few bills on to the counter and chasing after her.

When he caught up to her outside he tenderly reached out for her arm.

"I called my town car to take us. It should be here in just a moment."

Blair nodded her head. She had ignored the passing cabs because she knew Carter would follow her out. She had no idea where this self-confidence was coming from, the alcohol probably.

As the town car arrived, Carter ushered her inside. He sat down next to Blair brushing against her skin. His eyes traveled down taking all of her in. Her skirt was gathered above her knees where her legs were crossed. His eyes hovered over her creamy legs.

"See something you want?" Blair asked as she watched Carter transfixed.

He didn't attempt to pretend that he hadn't been gawking at her, but he didn't shy away either. As he was raising his sight up toward her face he was once again surprised when Blair moved into his lap straddling him.

"What are you doing, Blair?" he asked as she was kissing his neck. As much as he was enjoying her advances he didn't want to do anything she would regret in the morning.

"I'm doing what I want to when I want to." She said reminding him of the words from earlier. It was all the encouragement Carter needed. He ran his hand through her hair getting his fingers tangled into the mass of curls. He brought her face to his and nuzzled his cheek against hers. She admired the feel of his scruff; it tingled and was different from what she was used to. She let out a small moan when Carter kissed the base of her throat, her weakness.

Blair licked her lips and let Carter tempt her with his touches. Finally, his lips barely touching her found the way to her lips. She was ready to feel his lips against hers, but now it was his turn to tease. His finger traced her pouty lips and she would kiss his finger as they passed over her smooth lips.

Carter finally pressed his lips against her when he noted her exasperated expression. Gently he kissed her lips and traced her bottom lip with his tongue. Blair's lips responded opening for him as she eagerly waited to taste him. Hs tongue softly at first caressed hers, but it was Blair who deepened the kiss. She began to rub herself against him getting carried away by the kiss.

Now it was Carter's turn to moan. "Blair," he said slowly breaking away from the kiss. Her eyes opened to meet his. "You better not start something you can't finish." He said smiling toward her.

She answered him by kissing him roughly, but once again Carter broke away and nodded his head to the window. Blair looked outside and saw Victrola before her.

"C'mon, you said you were going to dance for me." He said as his eyes sparkled in eagerness. "Or are you backing down?" He challenged.

Blair smiled wickedly before grinding herself against his growing erection. Just as quickly she hopped off of his lap.

She plays dirty, Carter thought as he tried to prevent himself from getting more excited.

As she walked into the bar with Carter's hand on the small of her back she quickly glanced over the crowd. It was risky going to Chuck's favorite hangout, but she had the power to lose herself here once so she could do it again. If Chuck were here, he would think it was about him, but it wasn't. She was finished with him.

Blair guided him to an empty couch before pushing him down onto it.

"Enjoy." She said with a wink as she walked toward the d.j.'s table

She smiled coyly at the d.j. A few flirtatious words and he was willing to give her the world, or the song of her choice to dance to on stage. She took a few steps to the stage and the heel of her black Louboutin touched the first step an arm roughly reached out and yanked her back to the floor.

"What do you think you are doing, Waldorf?" He asked seething. "I've been looking for you everywhere. I waited at your house, but you never came home."

Blair's eyes traveled to where he was gripping her arm. Chuck took the hint and released her from his grip.

"Blair, c'mon let's get out of here." Chuck said in a gentler voice.

Blair didn't even take a moment to consider his option. "No, I don't think so. I thought I would grace everyone with a dance."

And in the moment the words were painful for Chuck to swallow. Because right now this isn't the Blair Waldorf he remembers. This isn't the Blair he fell in love with.

"I'm taking your advice, I'm letting go of my fantasies, and don't worry about me saying I love you again. I've realized the error of my ways."

At first Chuck doesn't react. She is throwing his words back in his face from when he was at his lowest and she was trying to help him. For a moment he is disgusted with himself because it makes him remember everything he did and said to her. She was so scared to say those three words to him, but she did it. She was brave and fearless and she said those words to save him from himself, and he threw them back in her face.

She was trying to do the same to him now; only Blair Waldorf hadn't mastered the art of killing the emotions of those she loved. At least he hoped she still loved. Maybe he could save her from herself now. Maybe he could say the three words and bring her back.

"Blair, I'm sorry I hurt you, but there is something I want to say to you."

"Fuck you. This isn't about you."

He didn't want to give up though. Tonight, he would be the man he had failed to be before.

"Blair, I lo-"

But before he could finish his declaration her laughter interrupted him. He looked up at her confused.

"Really, Chuck. You were going to say 'I love you'?" she laughed again cruelly. "I don't want to hear it. It's too late, I told you."

"No, Waldorf, it isn't. I'm not giving up this time."

"You are wasting your time, Bass." She told him honestly. The music of her selected song began to fill the bar she took a step onto the stairs, and turned to look at him over her shoulder, " Now, will you excuse me. I've promised someone a dance."

Chuck's eyes scanned the bar for who ever she could possibly be talking about. His eyes filled with rage when he saw Carter Baizen lustfully watching Blair on stage.

He was hooked from the moment when she began to move her hips in rhythm to the music. Slowly, she removed her white blouse over her head throwing it into the audience. There were a small amount of gasps in the audience at seeing an Upper East Side princess stripping on stage.

Blair only paid attention to the music as she ran her hand down her body. She caught the zipper of her skirt on the way down. The material pooled around her feet when it fell.

Carter sucked in a sharp breath to see Blair Waldorf on stage in her lacy La Perla panties and a cream colored camisole. Her snowy skin reminded him of all the times they had called her Snow White. She was beautiful on stage completely free of all of her inhibitions.

"What the hell are you doing with Waldorf?" Chuck demanded as he reached for the front of Carter's shirt.

Carter smirked at the younger boys reaction. Was Chuck really going to try and compete with Carter over a girl? Had he forgotten who had taught him his womanizing ways?

"Relax, Chuck, we're just have a good time." He could tell by how tense his jaw was that Chuck was not happy with her on stage entertainment. "She looks pretty good up there, huh?" He said egging him on.

"She's too good for you." Chuck said at once.

"Then she is too good for you too." Carter said brushing Chuck's hands away from him. "It kills you that she wants me to fuck her, doesn't it?"

As soon as the words left Carter's mouth, Chuck's fist swung of its own accord and punched his lower temple.

Blair heard the commotion on stage. She could see two men trying to hold back each of the men respectively. Instead continuing the dance she ran down the stairs quickly.

She could hear Chuck's yelling, but she wasn't paying attention. She quickly glanced at Carter who had a smirk on his face before returning her gaze to Chuck.

"What the hell is your problem?" She demanded as the man released Chuck.

"Damn it, Waldorf, would you put some cloths on?" He asked unhappy that everyone could see what was supposed to be his. His bruised lip had a few drops of blood where Carter had obviously punched him back.

Carter put his arm on Blair silently offering her his blazer. She shrugged it on and then took his face in her hands to examine the damage.

"Take me home, Carter?" she asked him and he nodded his head yes.

"No fucking way am I letting him take you home, Waldorf!" Chuck yelled.

"You don't really get a choice in the matter, Chuck." Blair said not even averting her eyes from Carter's face. She slipped her small hand into his much larger one and made her way to the town car. She could hear Chuck yelling behind her but she didn't care.

"You are so beautiful." Carter said to her and she smiled. She loved hearing that word from him. He truly thought she was beautiful. A bit of a disaster, but beautiful. But, he never did care what the Upper East Side thought, and as long as she was happy that was all that mattered.

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Blair knew her parents were out of town, so she asked him to take her home. She wanted to feel in control of the situation. Blair was trying desperately not to analyze what was going on. She wanted to do this, so that was all that mattered. This was the new Blair Waldorf after all.

Carter smiled as he watched Blair. It was as if he could literally watch her mind working. She wasn't a one-night stand type of girl. He liked her, he did. He could tell she was lost, and for once, he thought, he could be the good guy. He could save her the way he had to save himself from their world.

He gave her hand a soft squeeze bringing her away from her thoughts. He smiled at her before bringing her hand to his lips, and kissing his way up her arm to her neck.

"Do you want to come up for a drink?" She asked shyly as they pulled up to her building. He nodded his head yes as he continued to kiss his way to her neck.

"Okay, we're here." She replied nervously trying to regain control of the situation.

He smirked at her admiring the slight color on her cheeks. "You just danced at a burlesque club, but inviting me up for a drink makes you nervous?"

He offered her his hand and easily pulled her from the car. Blair began to feel self-conscious as she entered her building in only her underwear and Carter's coat.

"You don't care what they think, remember?" he whispered silently into her ear. She nodded her head in agreement and straightened her posture as she walked to the elevator.

"You looked so sexy up there." Carter told her as he held her close in the elevator.

"You want to see the private show?" she asked with the confidence she had earlier in the evening.

He smirked at her forwardness. As they enter the penthouse Blair went to the bar to pour them some drinks. This would prove to Chuck Bass how over him she was. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when she told him she had slept with Carter.

Instead of handing Carter his drink, she placed it on the coffee table and straddled him. She had already removed his coat and was in only her lingerie once again. As she planted kisses along his jaw she began to unbutton his shirt.

"I think you are over dressed." She said as he ran his hands over her petit form. He relished in the feel of her smooth skin, and slipped his hands underneath her panties to lightly skim the skin he had not yet seen. She gasped slightly at the sensation, but then moved his hands back up her back.

When Blair had removed his shirt she reached back to remove her camisole. She wanted to feel skin against skin, and was surprised he hadn't done so already.

"Wait." Carter said as he gently took his arms preventing her from taking of the cloth. "I want you." He said his voice husky; he needed to make that statement clear before he continued.

"Good. I want you too."

"We can't do this." He said and instantly he regretted the words when he saw her face. "I don't want you to do this to get back at Chuck." He said explaining. "Because the new Blair Waldorf does things because she wants to without caring what other people think."

"Okay." She said quietly because she saw the truth behind the words. She did want him, but she also wanted to hurt Chuck. "Then will you just stay here with me tonight because I want you to?" She asked.

He smiled as he lowered his lips to hers once again. "Just try and keep me away."

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A/N Thanks for the support for the story. I will continue as long as people are interested. There will be some ch/b as well to keep the story flowing. Let me know what you think!