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Chapter 2
The door to the Humphrey's large, Palace-based penthouse swung open to reveal Nate and Chuck, both looking worse for the wear.
"Morning." Dan called from his kitchen while flipping pancakes for Ryan as per their Saturday morning tradition.
"Hey." Nate said in a lackluster tone. Chuck just grunted.
"How was dessert?" Dan asked feigning innocence. He could tell by Nate and Chuck's overall demeanor that it had not gone well.
"Did Blair tear Joanna a new one?" He continued with a self-satisfied smile.
"No, Blair did not tear Joanna a new one." Chuck said in a mocking tone. "But Joanna tore me two new ones when we left."
"What?" Dan questioned.
"It's a long story." Chuck sighed and helped himself to some orange juice.
"How's Blair?" Nate began. "She was in rare form when I dropped her off last night. She could barely walk." He headed towards the guest room where Blair was sleeping.
"I don't know. She's in her room, you can go check. But if I were you, I would…." Dan was cut off by a shrill scream coming from Blair's room. "…knock first." He muttered.
Nate jogged back to the kitchen. He looked quite flustered but at the same time was wearing a small, knowing grin.
"She just got out of the shower." Dan said as if that weren't obvious now.
"Couldn't have mentioned that before?" Nate asked but his face didn't match the anger his voice held.
"So…how did she look?" Chuck asked slyly.
"She looked good." Nate shot back, and they both laughed.
Several minutes later, Blair stomped out of her room, hauling two large Louis Vuitton pieces of luggage behind her. She walked her bags to the front door, turned on her heel, and walked back to the kitchen. Stalking directly up to Nate, she paused, gave him a hard look, and then slapped him. The sound reverberated throughout the silent house.
"What was that for?" Nate asked, holding his cheek. Blair just rolled her eyes.
"Dan, thank you for your hospitality but I think it's time for me to go." Blair said. Ryan had tears in his eyes.
"But I like having you so close." Ryan whispered and ran to Blair, wrapping his arms around her legs.
"Yeah, and I thought your mom's place wouldn't be ready for another week." Dan said.
"It won't but I've decided to rent a room here until it's ready." She clarified. And then looking at Ryan, "I'll still be close, I promise. And you can come and visit whenever you want."
"Look, Blair, I'm sorry." Nate said as Blair's newest revelations jarred him from his thoughts, or more like fantasies.
"You know, you would be a whole lot more convincing if you lost the smirk." Blair said coolly. Nate's smirk widened. "And why don't you try knocking next time, it's what we civilized people do."
"I don't really see what the big deal is. It's not like I haven't seen it all before, anyway." Nate said and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Blair ignored him and turned her head sharply to Dan.
"Tell Serena I'll call her later." She ordered, and with that, she walked out the door.
Blair heard the quiet click and turned to look towards the door.
"The sign says 'Do Not Disturb!'" She called over the loud music.
"I'm impressed. You're clever Waldorf, there's no denying that." Serena said with bitter sarcasm as she walked over to the bed that Blair was currently occupying.
"How did you find me?" Blair asked darkly.
"That would be me. Putting your reservations under the name Brittany Winter was not your brightest decision." Chuck said, following Serena.
"I was a little hung over, give me a break." Blair said.
"B, we're all really worried about you." Serena said seriously.
"I'm fine; I just want to be alone. Is that so bad?" Blair quipped.
"You haven't left the room in three days." Serena said softening her voice.
"That's because the wonderful staff has made my room the perfect place; food, drink, and mood music. What more can a girl ask for?" Blair said.
"Mood music? It sounds like you're listening to 'Songs to Slit Your Wrists To, Volume 1.' What happened, Blair? You were in such a good mood when you first got here." Serena said and sat on the bed next to Blair.
Tears streamed down Blair's cheeks as she put her head into her hands. Serena put a comforting arm around her and they just sat there for a moment in silence, Chuck standing next to the bed awkwardly.
Finally, Blair composed herself enough to get up and walk over towards the desk. She pulled her laptop over to the bed, sat back down, and opened it. She handed it over to Serena who made a face, but said nothing.
The website Blair was on was some sort of global "Page 6," with news about the rich and famous of the international community. A picture of a tall, dark-haired French man with a blonde woman wearing an enormous engagement ring took up the whole page. A caption read 'Aircraft Tycoon Pierre LeFreu and his new bride-to-be out in Paris this Friday enjoyed a private dinner at a quiet bistro.' Serena looked at Blair as soon as she had finished reading it.
"That is my ring on her chubby finger!" Blair shouted.
"They're engaged?" Serena asked in shock. "How long has he even been with her?"
"Six months." Blair said miserably.
"Six months?! You knew he was with her for six months and you still stayed with him?" Serena asked, totally perplexed.
"Did you know his next line of jets, you know the one I just gave Ryan a model of, do you know what they're called?" Blair paused. "Blair."
"So you stayed with him even though he was having an affair because he named his new line of jets after you?" Serena couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Blair didn't say anything.
"Blair!" Serena said forcefully.
"Oh, I'm sorry; I thought that was a rhetorical question. Yes, Serena, yes. But now…I've lost." Blair sighed dramatically.
"I'm confused, lost what?" Chuck asked.
"The contest." Blair said exasperatedly, as if that were the obvious answer.
"What contest would you be referring to exactly?" Chuck asked in confusion.
"Who will die miserable." Blair said with a Duh! voice.
"B, you're not going to die miserable." Serena cooed.
"Yes I am. I'm going to be alone while he fucks that cheap little whore on my plane." Blair yelled and began to cry again. She grabbed the comforter and threw it over her head as her sobs continued.
Serena gave Chuck a worried look which he returned with a shrug. She pulled him aside.
"We have to do something." She whispered.
He sighed but knew that Serena was right. Blair needed to be dragged out of Blair Land and brought back to reality.
Chuck walked over to the bed, pulled the sheets away from Blair, and hoisted her up over his shoulder fireman-style.
"What are you doing?" Blair demanded and tried to free herself.
Chuck ignored her and walked purposefully to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, making sure it was cold, and walked in, still holding Blair.
Blair flailed around for several moments, trying to push Chuck's strong arms off of her but eventually gave up and held onto him and she continued to cry. Serena just watched from afar and Chuck just held Blair there until he felt her start to relax.
Finally he put her down and grabbed a towel for her and himself. She turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping the large towel around her lithe body. She walked over to Serena and clung to her as Serena gently stroked her hair.
Chuck felt a small pang of jealousy that she sought comfort outside of him, and then cursed himself for being so childish. Blair and Serena had been friends forever and it was only natural that Serena would be more soothing to Blair than he was.
"You know what?" Blair asked suddenly.
"What?" Serena said still holding her.
"I think I just need some good breakup sex." Blair said.
"That's the spirit. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, right?" Serena joked and both girls giggled.
Again, Chuck was surprised that he was bothered. Why would he care if Blair slept with another guy? He had Joanna. He was totally over Blair. He was just feeling brotherly right now. That was it.
"Martini, heavy on the gin, please. And keep them coming." Blair said quickly to the bartender. He nodded and gave her the once-over before preparing her drink.
She blushed when she realized he was checking her out. At the same time though, she had made an effort to look sexy so it was reassuring.
She was wearing a tight, red mini dress with a slit up her right thigh. Her heels were three inches of crimson Jimmy Choo that were to die for. And apparently, the other patrons of the Palace bar agreed. As she subtly looked around, she noticed that several of the more attractive men of the bar were looking at her the same way the bar tender had.
Blair sat on a stool, delicately sipping her third martini when he walked up. He was tall, dark, and handsome and perfect for the night she was planning. She gave him a sexy smirk which he returned.
"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked as he slid onto the stool next to her.
She turned to the bartender. "I'll have a Screaming Orgasm." She said, and turned back to look at the gentleman next to her, who was wearing a grin.
"Scotch on the rocks." He said to the bartender and then turned to look at Blair.
"I'm Kevin." He said and held out his hand.
"Blair." She said in a sultry voice and put her hand in his.
"What, may I ask, is a beautiful woman such as you doing by herself this fine evening?" Kevin asked. Blair smiled.
"I'm looking for a little escape." She said, and now he smiled.
"Of course you are." He said and she laughed throatily.
Across the bar, and unbeknown to Blair, Chuck and Nate sat down. Chuck ordered a scotch and Nate requested whiskey.
"I'm in deep shit." Chuck said flatly.
"Let's here it." Nate said.
"This isn't fucking funny, man. Joanna is pissed." Chuck said.
"Why? Because you slept with some girl in high school? She does know who you are, doesn't she?" Nate asked.
"You know this is all your fault, right?" Chuck retorted.
"How is this my fault?" Nate questioned.
"You had to open your big mouth and tell her that I slept with Blair." Chuck said.
"Which brings me back to my first question, why is she mad about you having sex with a girl in high school?" Nate responded with a smug look.
"How the fuck should I know?" Chuck said.
"C'mon, you're telling me you can't figure out why your fiancée is jealous over a girl you fucked in high school, who just moved back to New York, who you've known all your life, who happened to look ridiculously hot the other night , and who, might I add, you were staring at shamelessly." Nate said.
He paused for a second before adding, "Oh, yeah, and not to mention, that said girl is single."
"Fuck you." Chuck muttered and took a large sip of his drink.
"I'm just saying, man. But hey, if you're not interested in Blair anymore then you won't mind me going after her. So I guess this works out well for both of us. Especially me." Nate said and sipped his own drink.
Chuck didn't say anything; he just took another gulp and unconsciously clenched his fists under the counter.
Nate thought for a moment before he spoke again.
"She doesn't have a real reason to be jealous, does she?" He asked almost accusingly.
"Of course not. I would never cheat." Chuck said quickly.
"Just checking." Nate said.
On the other side of the room, Blair and Kevin were getting along quite nicely. He had bought her two more drinks and had his hand resting on her thigh.
Blair had more than a nice buzz going; it was safe to say that she was smashed, which didn't seem to bother Kevin one bit. If anything, he was becoming even more aggressive; his hand creeping further and further up her thigh.
"Hey." She said playfully and tried to push his hand away. He just laughed and slid his hand up further.
Blair was growing more distressed by the second. Her night of escape now seemed like a childish thing to do, she didn't even know this man. She again attempted to politely remove his hand from her thigh, but he resisted.
Blair tried not to cause a scene, however, when she was thwarted for the third time, she became more vocal.
"Get your hands off of me." She hissed loudly, but not loud enough to get the attention of the other bar-goers.
"I thought you were looking for an escape." He said.
"Well I changed my mind." She whispered and tried to push him away. However he only moved closer to her, blocking her from the view of those close by. This was quite easy considering they had earlier moved to a secluded corner to get better acquainted.
"Well I haven't." He responded coldly. "You're not going to leave me all high and dry now."
"I said, get off of me." She said her voice louder than before.
Her plea was carried to the end of the bar where Nate and Chuck were still talking. Both boys turned at the sound of the familiar voice, although most of the other people near them ignored it.
"Doesn't that sound like…?" Chuck trailed off.
"Yeah, it does." Nate said.
They both got up and looked around the room, their eyes settling in the corner at the far end of the bar. Nate led the way over to where Blair and Kevin were sitting with Chuck on his tail.
When he was behind Kevin, Nate reached over his shoulder and turned him around. Kevin barely had a moments notice before a fist collided with his face several times.
Blair took the opportunity to push away from Kevin, and ran right into Chuck's arms.
"Are you okay?" He asked in concern.
"I think so." She said and buried her head in his chest.
"Nate, let's take her back to her suite, my security guards will take care of this piece of shit for us." Chuck said and motioned to one of the bar's bouncers.
Blair leaned on both men for support all the way up to her suite, where she then collapsed in her bed, already forgetting the events of the night.
Some quotes in the story above were borrowed from other works, so I've cited them here for anyone who's interested.
"Oh, I'm sorry; I thought that was a rhetorical question. Yes, Serena, yes." – The OC (TV Show) (In the original quote, 'Serena' is replaced with 'Ryan')
"Who will die miserable." – Sex and The City (TV Show)
"The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else." – The CW Gossip Girl Blog
