"My Evening Star" Chapter 12

Rating: T, just to be safe

Word Count: 4,648

TV Spoilers?: Not, not really. Just around second season during the time that Blair lost her throne and her friends.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Gossip Girl or really anything affiliated with it.

Other: I'm glad you guys liked the last chapter. You're reviews were really great and I deeply appreciate them!

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Blair had never been a good sleeper.

She typically had too many schemes or plans rolling around in her head to ever dream peacefully, not to mention she was a rather high maintenance girl. If her down pillows weren't fluffed to perfection or her silken eye cover felt particularly itchy… a good night's rest was guaranteed to evade her.

Yet apparently the cure for all these slumber woes was a passionate, heated night with Chuck Bass. This was something she had always suspected…but could now consider totally confirmed.

Without even thinking, Blair smiled when she opened her eyes, only to find a still dormant Chuck looking rather peaceful himself. To her glee, he had his arm wrapped possessively around her waist with his head buried into her hair while she, herself, was pressed up against his chest.

Though she was rarely ever in a good mood when she woke, she was happy enough now to grin against him and then, feeling bold, lifted her head to place a soft kiss on his shoulder. His response was a quiet sigh before his arm pulled her even closer.

Blair smiled triumphantly. Chuck Bass really was a romantic. And she was the only one who knew it.

For awhile, Blair was content to simply lay there with him while she silently willed him to be dreaming of her. (While it seemed a bit ridiculous that Chuck could ever be quite that amorous…she could never drop the whole fairy tale idea completely). But she soon grew restless.

Yes, he looked so peaceful, but it was about time he woke up. She couldn't just lay around all day waiting for him. Rolling her eyes, she contemplating either sweetly kissing him awake or violently shoving him. When it came to him, both were standard ways of showing her affection.

But before she could act, she heard the familiar chiming of her phone and knew she had a text message. Without thought, she grabbed it and bit her lip at what she saw.

B-

Where d u go yesterday? Are we still on for brunch at the Plaza? I'll b waiting.

-W

Crap. Will. Blair had forgotten about him completely and she instantly cast a guilty glance in Chuck's direction. Somehow, she felt unfaithful even reading a message from Will…mainly because she knew he wanted more from her than just friendship. And though, the two of them had never messed around in any way…she couldn't honestly say whatever they were was strictly platonic.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Blair tried to work out what to do. Will and her had started up a tradition of going out to brunch every Saturday morning and it seemed only right she'd go today. After all, the two of them had been doing it for weeks…and in a world without Chuck, Serena, or her throne…it had been something she could always look forward to.

Will had been such a good friend to her when she had no one. He had inspired confidence, made her feel beautiful, and had been the one to encourage her to take back her title (which had been stolen by those closest to her). She owed him a lot. And while Blair Waldorf was many things…loyal happened to be one of her most outstanding qualities.

Didn't Will deserve her allegiance after everything that he had done for her?

And then there was Chuck. Maddening, scheming, wily Chuck who despite everything he had done, had managed to make her love him more than anyone.

But Blair was not one who acted on her feelings alone. She had very logical side to her and enjoyed both control and order. She was the type who wrote out lists, and typically lived her life according to how it would look on paper. And she knew if she was going to line up Chuck's credentials against Will's…. no doubt the blonde was going to come out ontop.

If only Chuck and Will didn't hate each other so much…especially Chuck. Blair had heard him rant and verbally destroy Will's character time and time again…and though she always denied he was capable of doing the things Chuck accused him of…truth be told, Blair had quietly wondered to herself several times if it was true.

If she was going to be perfectly honest, there was something off about Will…something that never seemed quite right. Despite all the time they spent together and how close she felt to him at times…she had never been able to fully relax around him. Was it because there was a darkness lurking underneath his pale, bright exterior?

Did those icy blue eyes and pretty smile really conceal an utter and complete creep who had set out to systemically destroy the lives of her loved ones?

Or was Nate just caught being the stoner he was? Did the caterers happen to screw up Serena's order? And had Chuck's years of making enemies finally catch up with him?

She reasoned that seemed more plausible than Will, who was the epitome of calm, cool, and collected being a closeted psychopath stalker….but her thoughts were admittedly biased.

Did she really want to accept that she had been spending so much time with such a creep? That she had allowed herself to befriend and confide in a maniac?

If she did, not only would she have to desert Will, but she'd have to destroy him for everything he had done to her friends…and of course, she'd have to take a huge blow to her pride in admitting she had ever allowed herself to trust him.

Wounding her dignity was not something she had ever done with ease and if she was going to do it now…she first had to see for herself that Will truly was the creep he was accused of being.

Feeling guilt rise up in her chest, Blair looked at Chuck once more. When he found out she had left to meet Will for brunch, he was going to be so pissed at her.

It was a thought she could not stand, yet she felt a need to put all feelings of dread aside. Instead, of thinking about possible regrets, she should just move quickly because the sooner she left, she sooner she could return.

Feeling determined, she reached down and picked up her school uniform from yesterday, which she had discarded nearly 24 hours ago. Since their reunion, Chuck and her had not left his suite…and yet they hadn't had any problems entertaining themselves. She understood perfectly well that he had needed a distraction more than anything, and distract him she had certainly done (Not that she could really complain). Still they had a lot to talk about…but that would have to wait.

After standing up to slip on her skirt and smooth out her blouse, Blair sat back down on the bed to strap her on her Jimmy Choos but before she could put them on, she suddenly felt a set of fingertips slowly brush against her back. She froze, alarmed.

Crap. He wasn't supposed to wake up until after she left!

"What are you doing, Waldorf?" He asked in a sleepy tone.

"After all the time and effort I put into taking your clothes off, why are you putting them back on?" Chuck purred in that playful, husky tone she so loved and when she turned he looked adorably disheveled, his usually combed hair standing up in all directions. Unable to help herself, she grinned.

"While I appreciate the entire four seconds it took you to undress me, Bass, I think we can both agree I have more than made it up to you."

"You can never do too much." He responded as reached for her, but she moved away, feeling the guilt rising up inside. He frowned instantly, looking wounded for a split second before he recovered.

"Are you leaving?"

"Just for a little while." She replied with a forced smile. "I have a prior engagement, but I'll back soon and…"

"With who?" Chuck asked, his expression suddenly dark as his eyes narrowed.

"Oh, just with a friend…" Blair replied, trying to sound light and innocent but knowing perfectly well he could see through her like always.

"A friend named Will Kensington?" He snapped angrily as he glared up at her, studying her carefully. She couldn't bring herself to respond, but knew her silence was answer enough.

"What the hell, Blair?!" He hissed, wrapping a sheet around his waist before he leapt out of bed so that he could get in her face.

"Are you fucking crazy?" The look of disgust and disappointment in his eyes was so obvious Blair wanted to sink into the ground.

"We have brunch together every week." She tried to reason. "It's not a big deal and if I leave now I'll be back in an hour and a half. Then we'll have the rest of the day to ourselves…" She said in her most flirtaeous tone while she trailed her fingers down his arm, but he ripped away from her instantly….as though he had been burned.

"You don't get it, do you?" He snapped, as she looked at him, stung by his rejection.

"I know you are used to living with your delusions, but Kensington destroyed Nate's life, nearly killed Serena, and tried to drive me out of town! Why can't you see that?!"

"He's been my friend, Chuck." Blair replied, growing defensive.

"Friend?" He spat.

"Yes! Friend! God, Chuck…Do you have any idea what kind of year I had?" She asked, her anger showing through in her tone.

"Marcus was a complete disappointment! Serena threw me under a bus and took my throne! I've struggled getting into Yale! I lost all of my friends! And…" She broke off before she looked him straight in the eye.

"I was still dealing with the fact that you abandoned me this summer and then deliberately took everything away from me." Crossing her arms coldly, she looked away. "So yes, Will has been my friend. And in a Serena-less, Chuck-less world he was the only one that actually cared."

She was still having difficulties looking at him, but it didn't matter because suddenly was there, pulling her close against him and burying his head in her neck. Without thinking, her arms wrapped around him, holding him desperately tight.

She had said it. She had put her insecurities out there, and it was time to face them.

"I'm sorry, Blair." He told her quietly, as he pulled back to look at her. She couldn't help but to melt a little when she saw the warmth and softness in his eyes that only she could put there.

"I'm sorry about Tuscany, I'm sorry for this year, but mostly, I'm just sorry you ever felt like you had to turn to goddamn Lilly Billy." He said her while he gently stroked her hair.

"But this is it. We're together now, you're Queen, and you still have Serena and even Nate. You don't need Kensington anymore and its about time you saw him for what he really is." His eyes hardened.

"He's a creep, Blair. He's manipulative, twisted…and dangerous. You can't be seeing him anymore." Chuck looked away, seeming uncomfortable all of a sudden before he swallowed.

"Will you just trust me?"

Blair looked up him, not sure of her own answer herself, until she saw the earnestness in his eyes. Gone was his smirk, his leer, his jealousy and anger. He was being completely honest with her…like he sincerely wanted her to see the truth. In that moment, she knew exactly how to reply.

"Yes." She told him.

"Yes?" He repeated skeptically while she nodded.

"Yes. I trust you. I won't go." She told him before grabbed at him and kissed him hard, feeling a little overwhelmed by the revelation that she truly did trust him. In response, he grinned against her lips before he pulled away

"What?" She frowned.

"I just can't believe that actually worked. Usually when we argue you end up storming out at some point, and I've grown all too accustom of seeing the back of your head." He smirked, before he kissed her, but their lips had barley touched when she pulled away.

"You know, I wouldn't have to walk out on you if you weren't so stubborn. Do you honestly have to be difficult all the time?" She asked as she gave him a jab in the chest.

"Of course, it's all part of my charm, Waldorf." He smirked. "And by the way, any future attempt to put me on a short lease is going to fail. You'll have to work a lot harder if you want me whipped."

Blair smiled mischievously in return. "Is this a step in the right direction?" She teased as she shoved him onto the bed and quickly straddled him.

"It's a start." He joked as he began to take off the clothes she had just put on before the two of them tumbled back onto the bed….all thoughts of William Kensington now completely forgotten.

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Though Chuck Bass had never been the type to sing outloud or do a happy dance whenever life seemed to be going well…he could not quite get rid of the grin that he currently imprinted on his face. It had been there ever since Blair had slipped out of bed, and had given him an amazing view as she walked into the shower, leaving him time to think about everything that he happened.

Of course, he was too proud to show her the happiness he felt knowing they were together…knowing she trusted him and even loved him. And though the painful memory of yesterday and the dread it inspired was not quite gone, he had a lot to hope for now, and more importantly, a reason to stay.

Having Blair was reason enough to fight for his life on the Upper East Side, despite what everyone now knew about him. And though she was a constant challenge and could be a pain in the ass, she was his pain in the ass…

Still grinning at the thought, Chuck was jarred out of his thoughts by a soft chiming noise. It clearly wasn't his phone, so it must have been Blair's. Curious and a bit mischievous, he reached over and grabbed it and saw she had a text. And of course, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to read it.

B-

Did I do something wrong? Where r u? We need to talk and I want to c u.

-W

Chuck scowled as felt his blood boil. God damn William Kensington.

Well at least everything was done between him and Blair. Blair trusted him now, not Little Billy. He had finally gotten through to her….now if only Kensington would get the message…..

Chuck's scowl slowly turned into an evil smirk as he punched in a few words of his own.

Don't bother texting B again, Little Billy. She doesn't want to talk to u or c u ever again. B is mine. Game over.

-CB

Chuck felt a great sense of satisfaction when he pressed send, snapped her phone shut and put it back where it was, imaging Kensington's reaction when he got it. It would be great, but nothing compared to how he'd look when he was finally driven out of the Upper East Side for good. Now that would be truly enjoyable.

"Chuck." Blair's voice suddenly called out, and he looked up to see her coming out of the bathroom wearing one of his many robes while she gently dabbed at her long brown hair with a towel.

"What is it, Waldorf?"

"I was wondering if you had any specific plans for destroying Will?" She gave him a shrewd smile. "I know you and I know how you think. You must have something up your sleeve so how are we going to bring him down?"

Chuck's heart fluttered a bit at her use of "we." Friends, lovers, partners in crime…without doubt, they belonged together.

"I have a few ideas, but recently I have been more focused on my number one priority."

"Which is…"

He smirked. "Wooing you." Blair was obviously caught off guard by this, and he saw a genuine smile flicker onto her pretty features.

"And of course, winning you over so that you'd finally see what a freak Little Billy is. Admittedly, that took longer than I thought." He told her, as she made her way over to him and sat next to him on the bed while he slipped an arm around her slight form.

"Hey! It's not everyday that I meet a creepy, obsessive maniac!" She retorted. "How the hell was I suppose to tell him apart from any other normal person."

"If you had listened to me in the first place…"

"And how did you know what he was? Do all you disturbed freaks have some common bond so you can detect another of your kind instantly?" She teased while he rolled his eyes.

"If you must know Waldorf, there may be some information on Little Billy that I have been withholding."

That caught her attention. Chuck just looked casual and smug as she studied his face. "What are you talking about?"

"I told you awhile ago that the reason he suddenly left school seemed a bit shady. And it was… considering the fact that I help orchestrate it."

Blair stared at him. "Explain."

"I always knew that Kensington had a some weird, warped crush on you. Back in the 6th and 7th grade he would stare at you constantly, and when he wasn't looking at you, he was shooting Nate, Serena, or I these looks of pure hatred. I doubt either of them even noticed, but I did and I knew he was a creep." He shook his head.

"For awhile I watched him watching you, knowing there was something seriously disturbed about his obsession. It was clearly more than just a crush when he began popping up randomly, and always seemed to be lurking around you. But you were already Nate's girl at that point, at least unofficially, so there really wasn't anything I could do…"

At the mentioning of Nate, Blair reached out and grabbed his hand, a silent yet welcomed reminder of what they both already knew: She had never belonged with Nate.

"And then one day, which I'll never forget, we had an in-class essay. You of course, being your neurotic self got into line halfway through to ask the teacher a question, and Will followed you up there. While you were both just standing there, he slowly took out a pair of scissors and cut off a lock of your hair and…"

"What?!" Blair suddenly yelled out with wide eyes. "He did what?!"

"He cut your hair. I saw him do it. And he did it with such a sick, satisfied expression I knew he had to be annihilated…"

"How could you not tell me this?!" Blair demanded, as she gave him a hard shove.

Chuck rolled his eyes. "I didn't have to. I handled it."

"How?"

"It was easy." Chuck told her with a smug smirk. "Remember when I stole Mrs. Echlner's teacher edition collection?" He asked, knowing she had always disapproved, at least outwardly, of his creative cheating methods. "I dropped one of the books by his bag one day, so it seemed like it accidentally slipped out. Mrs. Echlner saw it and made him stay behind during lunch. I was there, because I had gotten in trouble earlier, and watched her opened his desk up to see if he had anymore of the books."

Chuck paused for a moment, remembering. "Kensington went crazy at that point. He was screaming, and threw himself ontop of his desk so she couldn't see inside. Three more teachers had to come in, and when they finally opened his desk..it wasn't teacher editions that they found."

He said, as he eyed Blair carefully. "His desk with filled with letters, pictures, notes, doodles…anything you can imagine and they were all about you."

Blair looked at him in disbelief while Chuck nodded sternly. "I had known he was a freak, but to have a sort of shrine in your honor was creepier than anything I ever expected. I tried to glance down at some of the poems he had written about you, but they sent me away and made Little Billy go to the Principle's. He was apparently expelled and that was the last time I ever saw him…until a few weeks ago when he reappeared."

He swallowed. "So I'm sure you can imagine my discomfort when I saw that picture of the two of you on Gossip Girl and knew he had returned…"

Blair was silent, her head down as though she was deep in thought. Tentatively, Chuck reached his fingers out and touched her cheek. "Blair…?"

Her head suddenly snapped towards him, her eyes bright with anger. "How could you not tell me this, Chuck?!" She said as she scrambled off the bed and began to pace, fury in her every movement.

"How many weeks have you watched me spend time with him, knowing full well what a psycho he is!"

"I tried to warn you…"

"You never once told me this story, Bass! Don't you realized that would have changed everything?!"

"Do you really think you'd believe me, Blair?!" Chuck demanded as he stood up himself. "Or do you think you would have just made excuses for him? Deep down you must have known it was him doing those things to Nate and Serena but you refused to face the truth. This wouldn't have made a difference. You would have just deluded yourself further."

"But I might have been more willing to…" She began, running a hand through her hair before she cut off and looked at him.

"What? Actually believe the things I told you. You're right. Maybe you wouldn't have been so keen to ignore me if I told you this before." He scowled. "But that doesn't necessarily mean you would have trusted me and you know that's what I was after."

She rolled her eyes but didn't say anything more, which Chuck knew meant she understood him. She would never admit defeat outloud, but she at least saw his point.

"We have to destroy him." She said suddenly, determination flashing in her dark eyes. "And fast."

Chuck could not help but to smirk, as he sat down, and she went to him, seating herself on his lap.

"In the shower I was thinking of ways to drive him out." She began, still talking all business though she was pressed up against him. Chuck was immediately turned on.

"We have the advantage here because he doesn't know I've deflected sides. As far as he knows, the two of us are still the best of chums while you and I are just embittered exes." She said with a devious smile while a realization struck Chuck.

"What is it?" She asked, obviously reading his expression.

"Actually, Waldorf, I think your cover is blown.. and I'm pretty sure he knows about us now."

Blair frowned in confusion. "What do you mean? How could he…" Her eyes suddenly narrowed. "What did you do, Bass?" She demanded.

"I may have sent him a text message making it clear where you two stood." He told him as she grabbed for her phone. After she shifted through it, she rolled her eyes and smacked him on the shoulder.

"Chuck!"

"What? We're together now, Waldorf. I have a right to stake my claim."

"B is mine. Game Over." She recited derisively before she looked at him. "Possessive much?"

"I'm just don't like other people messing with my things." He told her deadpanned, knowing how much this would irk her. As expected, she glared at him.

"Please do not tell me you just referred to me as one of your "things."

He smirked back evilly. "You are mine now, after all."

"Ugh! You'll see just how well you own me as I walk out of here" She exclaimed as she tried to push away from him but his strong arms held onto her tightly.

"Like you would ever leave when there's still so much plotting to be done." He teased.

"You know, there are things in this world I love more than a perfectly planned conspiracy." She retorted.

"Like me for instance?" He asked smugly while she lifted her eyebrows and gave him a dismissive look.

"Oh no. Definitively not you."

"Come now, Waldorf. We both know how you feel now. Tell me again that you love me." He said, as he pulled her against him so that she was now straddling him. She did her best to resist his grasp again, until she paused, mischief suddenly flooded her eyes.

"Alright…" She replied in a flirty tone while she wrapped her own arms around his neck seductively and slowly grinded herself against him, causing him to instantly harden. He felt his body heat rise, as he reacted to her body with that strange intensity that only Blair could inspire, while she pressed kisses against his neck up to his ear.

She then leaned forward and breathily whispered. "But first you have to admit that you're just as much mine as I am your's."

He pulled away from her instantly. "No deal."

She then looked at him with that innocent smile of hers that hide so much malice before she pulled herself off his lap, leaving him utterly hot and bothered, and desperate for her touch.

"Fine, if we've come to an impasse than we better turn our attention back to plotting." She said, before she crossed the room and grabbed a notebook.

Chuck, marveling at the way she had purposely set out to torture him, couldn't help but to be a little proud. "I have to admire you, Waldorf. You really are a bitch, through and through."

"I know." She said casually before she looked up and flashed him her most evil smile. "And it's about time William Kensington realized it, too."

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Well, this was my most CB filled chapter yet…which makes it one of the most fun, but most difficult to write. Haha. It is absolutely impossible to ever get down that perfect wit bantering Chuck and Blair dish out in the show, since the writers are brilliant, but here's my sad attempt nonetheless.

And as a warning, if it seems this fic is kinda winding down…it's not. Haha, there is still a lot to come. But thank you for reading this much of it already! It's really amazing of you all, and thanks again for the reviews which I always appreciate.!