Beauty and the Beast: Chapter 3

"Jesus Christ Chuck! You're such a pervert!" fifteen year old Blair Waldorf yelled at the brown haired teenager sitting next to her. His infamous smirk toyed with his the edges of his lips as he returned his attention to Blair.

"Well, because you my princess seem to become immune to my devilish charm, I'm trying to find some lucky girl to bring home tonight." He replied, ignoring the gagging noises coming from a curly brunette, a blue eyed blond, and a chuckle from his best friend. After all, they were the nonjudgmental breakfast club, even if this was their first official outing as a group. And by outing, I mean partying at a club.

Blair rolled her eyes as she leaned gently against Nate's muscular chest. They had been dating officially for three weeks, twelve hours, seventeen minutes, and fifty five seconds. Not that Chuck was counting or anything. And for him, it had been almost two months since he lost his virginity to Georgina Sparks, the slut of the school. His plan had been to make Blair jealous, but considering the girl he liked was currently dating his best friend, it hadn't worked. But Georgina was trying to get him into bed again, so it had somehow worked on that slut.

Serena, however, was a tad bit jealous that her best friend was dating someone she potentially liked. And that defeated the purpose of trying to impress Nate. But if she knew that Nate was only using Blair at the current moment to make his blue eyed beauty jealous, perhaps she wouldn't be thinking of a hundred and one ways to suffocate Blair.

None of this was obvious to the brown hair brunette, who was drunk beyond repair. After all, her mother and she had gotten into a fight (again) and all Blair wanted to do was let loose and forget about what had happened. "Hey Blair?" she looked up at her honey bunny.

"Natie?" she giggled out, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Will it be alright if Serena and I dance? I don't want you to get nauseous." He responded, flashing her a million wat smile. Blair immediately nodded and felt her body weight shift over to another man, sitting on the other side of her. Her eyes followed her boyfriend and best friend to the dance floor before they had completely disappeared.

"I'm still not good enough for Nate, am I?" she whispered, leaning off of Chuck and looking into his eyes. "I'll never compare to Serena van der Woodsen and her greatness."

Chuck knew that the petite brunette was completely wasted, so he could complement her all he wanted and wouldn't be tortured tomorrow for it. She'd have a horrible hangover. "Your better then Serena. She's such a slut with all the partying she and whoregina do all the time. I'm surprised she isn't pregnant or doesn't have an STD."

Blair laughed. "Yeah, I guess your right." She quickly became serious though as she glanced at Chuck. "Will you take me to your suite? My mom is home and I don't want her to see me drunk after our fight." Chuck nodded, and helped the teen to her feet, grabbing her purse and headband, and then before Blair knew it, they were in his limo.

Blair allowed her curls to be crushed when her head landed again the cool window. It was almost Christmas, her favorite time of year. She loved ice skating and the way snow looked over New York City…

"Hey Chuck?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we go ice skating?"

Chuck looked at her blankly. That was such a girl request, never mind a drunk girl. Usually girls wanted to make out with him, considering he was such a stud muffin, but he knew from the moment he and Blair met, she was different. In a good way, of course. So being the charming gentleman he was, he told the driver to drop them off at the nearest ice skating rink. "I've never ice skated before" he said, sheepishly. Blair rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Well, after tonight is over, you can say you have. And trust me, you'll be a pro."

The only time Chuck would ever hang out by the ice skating rink was because all the girls wore little skirts that gave boys his age enough view of whatever underwear they were wearing…if any, for that matter. So Blair stumbled out of the limo, holding Chuck's arm, and led him to wear they would rent skates. She didn't want to wear the usual outfit for skating because it was only Chuck. But, then again, Chuck wasn't normal. He was…well…Chuck.

So Blair teetered onto the ice, laughing as she continued to do circles while Chuck stood by and watched. But because Blair was drunk, she turned and wasn't able to stop until she skated right into Chuck's chest. Both wobbled for a moment, before falling onto the cold hard ice. The two started to laugh hysterically, as though there was nothing funnier in the world. And there wasn't.

"I told you I could skate!" she began before a fit of laughter erupted "I just can't stop!"

Chuck laughed. "Obviously."

They calmed down and laid on the ice, not caring that either were cold or that their head's hurt from the ice. "You know what would be perfect," Blair whispered. Chuck turned his head to face her, an eyebrow raised. "If it began to snow."

And it was as if someone had heard them, because suddenly flakes of frozen ice that glimmered in the lights that surrounded New York City began to fall. Blair looked at them memorized, amazed that someone so beautiful could come out of the sky while Chuck just looked at her. Snow was mixing in with her chocolate curls, her cheeks a rosy red from the cold and laughter, and her hand wrapped around Chuck's. This was how it was meant to be, she wasn't suppose to be dating Nate. She was supposed to be dating Chuck and spending moments like this all the time. But she wasn't. One day she would, though.

One day she would.

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Chuck carried the sleeping Blair into his bedroom at his personal suite. They had skated for a little while before Blair declared she was tired and that she needed her beauty sleep. So he listened to her, and she had fallen asleep in his limo. But she began to stir in her sleep before her eyes flew open.

"Where am I?" she whispered, glancing around the bedroom.

"My room. I thought you were sleeping" she shook her head. "No? Well, I'll have to put on a movie then. Breakfast at Tiffany's?" Blair shook her head again, surprising Chuck. "What then?"

"Do you have Beauty and the Beast?" she whispered. Chuck smirked and stuck the movie into the player. So they would sleep together, and she would probably have a hangover in the morning. But Chuck would trade nothing else in the world. After all, he was her beast.

And the Beast always became the prince.

OK!!!!!! Well, chapter three is up…and I've gotten lots of reviews! YAY! It makes me all bubbly when I see people reviewing chapters that have taken a lot of work.

But…(because there is always a but)

Does anyone have any ideas for the epic CHAIR? Because I'm having a brain fart on what should happen next and I'd love impute


AND (because there is always an AND)

Review please!. :D

-JESSIE