Disclaimer: As I said, I don't own Gossip Girl.
Serena Van der Woodsen stepped off the jet and felt the cool mountain air on her face. It smelled good, unlike New York, which smelled of pollutants and other unspeakable things.
"Serena?" Blair asked.
"Yeah?"
"Where's the limo?" Chuck asked rudely.
"There isn't one." Nate answered. "Didn't you hear us on the plane?"
"Apparently I missed that very important bit of information." Chuck said, thoroughly displeased. No limo? There was something wrong with this picture.
"No. One of the housekeepers should be here with our Mercedes any moment." Serena said, completely at ease. Blair and Chuck on the other hand, were both complaining loudly, Blair about her complexion and Chuck about needing a drink. Nate stood next to Serena, both oblivious to their best friends' complaints, though Nate, unlike Serena, was not completely at ease, but perfectly on edge. Nate was standing shoulder to shoulder with Serena, you see, and it just made him… nervous.
Two hours later, the car had not shown up. The housekeeper was not answering the phone, and Serena was just about ready to call a cab. She was sick, fatigued from carrying her ski bags and luggage, and also had a headache from Blair and Chuck bickering. Nate was silent, and giving her a back massage while she listened to soothing music on her iPod. Blair was wandering around their terminal, trying to find a Starbucks, or a Duty-Free liquor store, with which she was not having success. Chuck was simply texting away the time.
"Alright." Chuck stood up. "I'm calling a cab. I can't take this airport anymore."
As they finally reached the chalet, Blair's phone buzzed. Blair opened the message, and read it to herself as they all waited for the news.
Gossip Girl here. It seems that the four have reached Vail, and are currently sitting at the airport. Waiting for a flight home, B? Bass giving you some issues? Or has the limo not shown up, and you want to enjoy that Scotch Bass bought? Back in New York, Cabbage Patch seems to be getting cozy with Vanessa. Sure you're over him, S?
You know you love me,
Gossip Girl
Blair was in a rage. "WHO THE HELL TEXTED GOSSIP GIRL?" She shrieked. All eyes turned to Chuck, whose eyes turned to dinner plates.
"I swear to god it wasn't me. Even check my phone." Chuck said, and passed his phone to Blair with trembling hands. She snatched the iPhone from his palm and scrolled through all the messages. He'd been texting Eric Van der Woodsen about a video game.
"Archibald?" She asked in a low, gravely voice.
"It wasn't me." Nate said. "My phone's been off since we left New York."
"Serena?" Blair asked quietly, doubting that her best friend would do that.
"Never." Serena said.
"Well. Obviously Gossip Girl has readers here too." Chuck said.
"No shit, Sherlock!" Blair growled.
How bad could this get?
It did get better when Serena opened the door to the house though. It was richly, rustically decorated, with a huge stone fireplace, gourmet kitchen (which they couldn't have used even if they tried) and lots of comfy leather furniture. All the lights were on, soft Christmas music was playing, and the coffee table was cluttered with an array of fashion, skiing and snowboarding magazines.
Suddenly, Serena gasped. A huge English sheepdog flew into the room, with a maid chasing after it. The animal barked as Serena cried, "Marty!"
The dog, narrowly missing Chuck, trotted to Serena, and rubbed up against her bare legs. Serena, surprisingly enough, bent down to cuddle the beast in her arms. Blair's jaw dropped, and Blair simply raised her eyebrows as Nate bent down with her.
"Sorry." The housekeeper said. "I couldn't keep control of her."
"Oh, no, Sherry, it's fine." Serena said as her housekeeper apologized rapidly. "Could you take our bags up? And maybe put the ski and snowboard stuff in the tech room?"
"Of course, Miss Serena." Sherry said.
Blair was singing "Diamonds are a girl's best friend" in the shower as she massaged Bumble & Bumble shampoo through her hair. She wasn't feeling any better than she was at the airport about Chuck, but Nate was being nice enough. And that was good.
The door to the bathroom creaked open. Blair, oblivious, kept singing.
"Nice singing, Waldorf." A voice sneered. Blair knew on instinct who it was.
"Get out Bass. I'm trying to take a peaceful, un-stressful shower." She said.
"Blair, you know you want me in there."
"I know I want you out of here."
"Oh, aren't we being hospitable today! Now, Waldorf, don't deny it anymore. You want me in the shower.
"I want you in the shower without me in here. That way, I won't have to deal with you."
"Didn't your mother teach you manners, Waldorf?"
"In fact, she did. Your father obviously didn't do the same for you."
"Now, now Blair. Be nice."
"Not until you get the hell out of here." She said, now unconditionally pissed off at him.
"Well, in that case." He said, and the door shut audibly.
Blair moved on, now silent. She shaved, and rubbed conditioner through her scalp.
She finally found it time to go put on her Michael Stars pajamas. She opened up the shower door, and stepped out.
Chuck Bass, in just a towel, was leaning up against the sink.
"Hello Waldorf. You certainly take your time in the shower." He smirked, as he edged closer to her.
"Goodbye Bass. If you don't get you derriere out of here now, I'm getting Nate."
Chuck snorted. "What's Archibald going to do? Plus, I need a shower."
"Use the other bathroom." Blair suggested.
"Serena's in there. Probably with Nate."
"I doubt it. Leave if you know what's good for you."
"I do know what's good for me. And that just happens to be being right here."
"Out, Chuck."
"No, Blair."
It was then that Chuck got closer, and closer, until they were face to face.
"You know you want me Waldorf." Chuck said, and left her with that.
Blair was confused. And she hadn't had the last word.
Which made Blair very, very mad.
So…
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