Beautifully Broken Chapter 3: Will You Feel Better, a gossip girl fanfic

Story: Beautifully Broken, Will You Feel Better

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

"If I kiss you where it's sore

Will you feel better, better, better

Will you feel anything at all"

When the sun came in through Blair's window the bright rays caused Carter to wake. He smiled down at the brunette that was curled into him as she slept. She was very affectionate he noticed.

Carter turned his head to check the time without moving his body around. His eyes raised in shock to see it was a quarter past seven.

"Blair…" he said as gently shook her form. "Baby, you're going to be late for class."

He knew that Constance started the same time as St. Judes, and Blair Waldorf was not one to skip school.

"So?" she asked as she snuggled closer to him.

"Well you don't want to skip do you? I heard you in line form valedictorian." He wouldn't admit that by heard he meant read…on gossip girl. She didn't need to know that.

"This is the new Blair, remember?" she said as she lifted the covers higher. "So let's go back to sleep." She demanded as she rose up to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

Can't argue with that, Carter thought as he tried drifting back to sleep.

"That's what I thought." Blair said when she noticed Carter closing his eyes but he couldn't help but smile.

It was almost two hours later when ringing started. Blair groaned and tried to ignore the sound.

"That's yours." Carter said sleepily and sure enough when Blair looked up it was her cell phone making the awful noise. She ignored the call and the missed text messages without even glancing at them.

Blair laid her head back down for a second before realizing she was actually awake this time. She sat up straddling Carter before kissing his neck.

"I'm going to take a shower. You can join if you like…" she said with a wink before quickly hopping off.

It took Carter a few minutes to make his decision, but finally he opened to door to Blair's bathroom without so much as a knock.

He watched her through the sheer curtain. Although, he couldn't see her perfectly there was not much left to the imagination. He watched as she lathered the soap over her perky breasts. She had heard him enter and was playing with him for leaving her waiting.

"Just going to stand there and watch or are you going to give me a hand?" she said letting him know he had been caught.

Carter cleared his throat before replying, "Actually, I thought I would go back to my place and shower there."

He didn't need to be able to see through the curtain to know her face fell. She tried to maneuver herself so he couldn't see as much of her exposed body.

"Fine. Do whatever you want." Blair said acting as if she didn't care. Carter smiled at her tone.

It wasn't that he didn't want to. He was just interested in taking things slowly. He didn't want to speed through everything with this New Blair, especially since she had been through so much the previous evening.

"I thought it would be best if I had a change of clothes before taking you out for breakfast."

Blair hesitated for a second weighing her options: Old Blair would have gotten upset and tried to make him feel miserable, too. New Blair didn't make plans or play games. She chose to be honest.

"I'd rather you come in here, but I suppose I can settle for breakfast."

Carter grinned. "Glad you are willingly to acquiesce. I'll be back in an hour."

"Okay." She replied.

"See you soon, beautiful."

And just like that her smile was back.

As Blair looked through her closet she realized that she would need to find some new clothes. New Blair would not be wearing tights. She didn't care if she was viewed as pristine and innocent anymore. No more headbands either.

She eyed a dress that she had never worn. Gifted from Serena last year, a short Marc Jacobs dress in an electric blue. Without giving it a second thought Blair slipped the dress over her shoulders. She grabbed a pair of peep-toe Manolo's. Instead of blow-drying her hair and then styling her hair into perfect curls, she towel dried her hair letting it fall into the natural waves. A little lip-gloss and mascara and she was finished.

Blair glanced at the clock. Carter wouldn't be back for forty minutes. How did she get ready so quickly? Blair sighed before collapsing onto her bed and looking at her phone.

Might as well answer some texts with the spare time, she mussed.

Where are you? Call me!

-Serena

When Blair came to the gossip girl text she deleted it without even giving it a glance.

Blair

Skipping class now are we? We need to talk. I can send the limo for you.

-Chuck

Blair read it through once and deleted the message. There was nothing left to say in her opinion.

Are you sick? You've missed the test in French! Please call me!

-Serena

Blair sighed as she decided to respond to her friend.

I'm fine. Let's go shopping at 1 and I'll explain.

-B

Blair got up to gather her purse when the beep.

Can't have class, like you do!

-Serena

Since when had Serena become so invested in not skipping? Blair had never skipped a class in her life. So one wasn't a big deal.

Then call me when you're free and I'll try and squeeze you in.

-B

After wasting time picking at her nails, Blair looked out her window and smiled when she saw Carter's black limo pull up.

He's early! Couldn't stay away!

She grabbed her purse and ran to the elevator. She smoothed her dress down while the elevator rushed downward. Her dress that barely covered mid-thigh.

When she left the elevator she smile faded away quickly.

"What are you doing here Bass?" Blair asked annoyed.

"You didn't answer my texts, so I came to you." He said as he looked at her appearance. "What's going on with you?" He wouldn't deny that he liked her new look, but he didn't want the rest of the Upper East Side privileged to seeing her perfect legs.

"Chuck, I thought you knew already, we're over. Actually, we haven't even been together in like a year. You're not my boyfriend, and I'm not you're girlfriend. Which if I remember correctly you loved to remind me of, so I'm just enjoying myself."

"Blair, this isn't you." Chuck said because he knew the true Blair Waldorf, and the skipping class and revealing clothes were not part of that formula.

She looked into his eyes to let him see how clearly her eyes matched her lips so he could not dispute it. "It is now."

The words were like a stab to the gut to Chuck. He knew he had chased her away, but he always thought there would be another chance.

"Is this just another one of your games to make me feel miserable? Okay Waldorf, you win. I fucked up, I'm a dick, but can we just skip to the part where we are Chuck and Blair again?" he asked hoping she was just trying to be difficult.

Blair looked at Chuck unsure of how she could be anymore clear that what she had already said.

"Blair?" she heard Carter's voice ask as if he was interrupting something.

She smiled when she saw him approaching and then turned back to Chuck.

"Look, I don't have time for this. Just tell yourself one of those wonderful speeches you told me about how we would never work or how much you didn't want me, okay?" Blair said as she began to walk into Carter's direction.

"You can't honestly be dating this asshole, Blair?" Chuck demanded.

She stopped in her tracks to address him one more time.

"Not that it is any of your business…" Carter smiled smugly at this. "I'm not."

Carter tried to quickly recover from the frown that had covered his face. It was true that he had only sat down with her last night, but they had been so intimate without having sex. It couldn't really be defined as a one-night-stand either.

"For the first time in my life, I'm just having fun." She said before going to Carter and kissing him passionately.

"Let's go eat. I'm famished."

Carter had been unable to stop thinking about what she had said to Chuck. Of course they weren't dating. He couldn't have said they were even friends really, but he couldn't deny how much he hated hearing the truth from her lips.

"Blair, what are we doing?" he asked before he could prevent the question from spilling from his lips.

She eyed him oddly before answering, "Well, we had agreed to go get breakfast, but honestly I think it's more lunch time." She said.

He rubbed his forehead with his left hand. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Carter had never had a serious relationship. He wasn't opposed to keeping one woman around for a little while, but usually by the time he was bored he was moving off to another country. But, the thought of moving away from Blair seemed unlikely.

"No." He said as he felt a bit of pride escape him. "You and me. What are we doing?"

Blair looked at him for a second before letting out a small laugh. "Huh. I don't think I have ever been on this side of one of these talks." She added with another giggle.

"Well, I'm glad you are amused." Carter said not shying away from making eye contact, but his cheeks were turning a slight crimson.

"Doesn't protocol expect a few more dates before "the talk"?" Blair asked enjoying the upper hand in this situation. She admired how although clearly Carter didn't want to be asking this question he a) wanted her enough to have this talk and b) he actually maintained eye contact through out. She admired that he didn't shy away from looking at her.

"Do you want me to take you out a few more times and then have this talk." Carter said as he rolled his eyes.

Blair smiled before thinking it through. "I don't want a relationship, Carter. I want to have fun." She replied honestly.

"Doesn't it tell you something about your past relationships if you can't categorize them as fun?"

He had noticed that she continued to label these items as if it were black and white.

"You can be in a relationship and have fun, Blair."

Blair bit her lip thinking about this possibility. She liked Carter, but she didn't want to put pressure into anything right now.

"How about this, I will stay with you as long as I'm still having fun and you can call it whatever you want." Blair said as she looked at him.

It wasn't exactly the answer he wanted, but it wasn't exactly a no either.

"So, what about other guys?" Carter asked.

"Well, I guess you are just going to have to make sure you can satisfy my needs." Blair said with a raised eyebrow.

Carter smirked at this. "Oh, I know I can satisfy your needs." He scouted closer to her until he had closed the small space between them. His finger reached out and moved her hair away from the base of her throat and left feather soft kisses until he reached the spot he knew made her squirm. Just as she moaned the car came to a stop.

"Well, Miss Waldorf, the restaurant awaits. You did say you were famished after all?" Carter smiled at her knowingly.

To say that Chuck was displeased was an understatement. He had thought coming here during his lunch hour and confessing everything would give him the fresh start with Blair. Obviously, Carter had poisoned her mind, Chuck thought as he pulled out his phone.

"Serena, we need to talk. It's about Blair."

Serena knew that something was going on with her friend, and if Chuck was as worried as he sounded, it must be bad. She quickly agreed to leave her lunch on the steps of the Met to see Chuck.

She met him back at their penthouse. By the time she had walked there Chuck had already downed two glasses of Scotch.

"What's going on, Chuck?" Serena asked not wasting time with greetings.

"She's changing. She isn't Blair anymore." Chuck said as Serena pulled the glass out of his hands.

"Care to expand upon that?"

"I tried yesterday and today, but nothing."

Serena sighed exasperated. "Okay, Chuck, I'm trying here, but you've got to connect the dots for me."

"I went to tell her how I felt last night, but she never showed. I gave up and went to Victrola, thought I would go back in the morning, but imagine my surprise when she was there with Carter."

"Carter Baizen?" Serena asked shocked. "No." she said shaking her head. "She wouldn't."

"Well, she did. I tried to talk some reason into her, but she didn't want to hear it. I tried to tell her how I feel…about her and… ugh… she laughed." Chuck finally looked up into Serena's eyes. "I'm losing her to Carter. She's not Blair anymore."

Serena sat down on the couch next to him.

"She turned me away from her last night, too." Serena said hoping it would soften the blow. "Blair didn't get into Yale, and she isn't taking it very well."

Serena looked down to ground guilty. "I…I got mad at her though. I yelled at her. I blamed her for the gossip girl blast. I told her betrayal is in her nature."

Chuck looked at her with disgust, "You did this after she finds out she didn't get into Yale?" Chuck asked her as if she was stupid. Even he wouldn't have dared hurt Blair after receiving news like that.

"I know." Serena said in a small voice. "So what do we do?"

"Get her away from Carter. Do you think you can get her back in your good graces?" Chuck asked knowing Blair wouldn't listen to his jealous ex-boyfriend rant again.

Serena nodded her head yes. "She texted me earlier; she wanted to go shopping."

"Good to know she hasn't completely changed." Chuck answered in a soft mutter.

"But, how do I get her away from Carter? How do we get her back to normal?"

"Don't plan the intervention just yet. Just tell her he is scum and hopefully she'll back off. Try and send her my way." Chuck smarmed.

"This is about Blair, okay Chuck. I'm not helping you do your dirty work. After everything she did, as hard as she fought, you think you can get her back by going by her house one night and the next morning?"

"Fine. Can we at least agree to get her away from Carter?" He asked annoyed.

"I think we should talk to Carter, too. I think we can get him to stay away." Chuck raised his eyes in curiosity, but she offered no further explanation.

Santorini. It would keep Carter away from Blair, Serena thought sadly. It was something she didn't want to admit to anyone, but she would have to for Blair.

It was easy to tell from the smile on her face that Blair was enjoying herself. Carter never seemed to run dry of amusing stories.

They were sitting side by side in an outdoor restaurant. Seeing her like that so carefree and happy, he couldn't resist kissing her right then and there. Blair whimpered as his hand crept down the hemline of her dress feeling the skin underneath.

"Don't start something you can't finish." She said as she swatted his hand away.

Carter leaned into her and whispered throatily in her ear, "Who said I can't finish?" and he dipped his tongue into her ear. The hot breathe in her ear caused her to arch her back. "Careful, don't want to give away our secret, Blair." Carter demanded as his hand pried her thighs farther apart.

She sat up straight and eased her legs farther apart for him. Slowly his hands crept up her legs to toward the moistening heat. He quickly brushed his fingers against her panties and could feel how quickly she was getting wet.

"Eager are we?" he asked but Blair didn't deny her lust as she replied a breathy, "yes."

Just to make sure she wasn't the only one, Blair reached over and grabbed the harden cock into her petite hand.

"Nuh uh." He said moving her hand away. "You first."

He ran his two fingers up and down her panties as she tried to push against them to increase the pressure. Carter smirked as he watched Blair trying to stay as composed as possible. Finally, Carter pushed her panties to the side and dipped one finger to spread her apart.

"God you're so wet," he told her as he felt the proof of her arousal on his finger. He was barely touching her yet driving her crazy. He flicked his finger up until he found her clit and heard her moan softly as he slowly began to rub the mound with his fingers.

Blair was dying for her release. She had wanted this since the bar last night. "Please, Carter."

His fingers moved farther south at her request. His index finger slowly filled her as he pushed it in and out gaining a rhythm. She was clenching herself around his finger.

Blair had to bite her lip from moaning louder as he moved his middle finger in, too. He pushed in deeper and faster. The instant he found her g-spot she was not able to suppress her cry.

"Oh God!" She said loudly and then realized her error when restaurant goers looked over at her table. "That…the food was so good…so good."

Carter laughed softly at her. "Nice cover." He said as he continued his actions.

"I'm close." She whispered. Carter's thumb flicked her clit over and over. It was all she needed to send her over the edge. Carter kissed her lips preventing more cries form escaping. When he was sure she would keep quiet he pulled away slightly to watch her ride out her orgasm.

"You're beautiful." He replied as he noted her flushed skin.

Now that is was over, Blair blushed. She had an orgasm in public, what if someone new?

"We should go." Blair said getting embarrassed.

"Are you blushing, Blair?" Carter teased. "What's wrong?" His hands ran over her sex again making her nervous. She pulled his hand away and readjusted her clothes.

Carter pulled his wallet out and left the money on the table. He knew she was ready to escape, so he stood up and offered her his arm.

"Ready to go?" he asked knowing the answer.

"I can't believe we did that." She said thrilled and bashful at the same time.

"Sure you don't want another round?" He asked as he wriggled his eyebrows. Blair shook her head no quickly. "Once was plenty."

The couple walked toward the awaiting limo.

The incoming text on Carter's phone drew his attention away from Blair momentarily. He frowned when he saw whom it was from because he knew it could not be ignored.

We need to talk.

-S

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