A/N: THANK YOU to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I really, really appreciate that. So, please don't forget to review this one.
I also need to thank my amazing beta Emily and Roxana for telling me all the facts I needed to know to write this chapter. Without you, this one wouldn't be so long nor good. Thank you so much!
Btw: I know, that Havana is written like this (one n) in English but you'll see why I prefered the different spelling soon enough :-)
Bart made his way down to the living room. He called for Lily but she didn't answer, so he took his phone and dialed her number, but in the same moment the elevator opened and a familiar phone ring tone sounded. Lily stepped out of the elevator. Her purse hung from her right arm and she reached with her left one in the purse to look for her phone.
"You don't need to search. I tried to call you." Bart greeted the woman.
"Uh, and why did you call?" she asked, seeming somehow pissed. Bart tried to remember what he could have done. He couldn't remember anything so he decided to get angry as well. Not very clever, but he was a Bass after all. And "don't mess with the Bass" was a mantra in his family.
"We need to talk," he commanded. Normally it would be better to start this dialogue in a much more friendly tone, but as mentioned, rational thinking when it comes to women was not in the Bass DNA.
"Oh, I already know," Lily snapped.
"What do you know, Lily?" Bart's voice rose a bit.
"As soon as you left, Anne had a little meltdown and Eleanor didn't know what to do so she called me. As you probably know, Eleanor isn't really an emotional human being."
"So the cat is officially out of the bag," Bart spat angrily.
"I should send you congrats from Harold and Roman," Lily seethed.
"How can you be mad at me for this? I didn't know about it 'til today!" Bart yelled.
"Yeah, and what did you do when you found out? Ran away. Good job. I really wonder where Chuck did learn the "run away if things get serious" thing," Lily shouted back.
"Wait, we didn't fight about the Nate-is-my-son-thing, right? You blame me for the runaway?" Bart asked in disbelief.
Lily just frowned at him and turned away. She walked to the bedroom and slammed the door.
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After an hour of driving, they finally arrived at a little hill. The car of the patron stopped and he turned off the car lights. Chuck did the same. It was a dark night by now and Chuck could see it: small lights from flashlights on the small plane field.
"Okay, something is wrong with the plan. We should be alone here. I need to talk to him," Chuck said as he pointed at the car in front of theirs.
"Chuck!" Blair said and grabbed his hand. Just an hour before she didn't want to talk to him anymore but now she was concerned. If something would happen to him, she couldn't make him regret the sleeping with Serena thing for the rest of his life, right?
"Don't worry, love," he responded with a smirk before he got out of the car and walked over to the other one. The four others were sitting still in the car and watching the scene. Suddenly car lights were turned on down at the plane field and Chuck ran back to the car and started it in hurry.
"Chuck, what happened?" Serena asked, confused.
"The police." Chuck turned the car and drove back to the city as fast as the car allowed to. Which was pretty fast.
"Chuck, what are we going to do?" Eric asked sternly.
"My friend will arrange something." They stayed silent until they were back in the streets of Tijuana. They arrived somewhere downtown, in the Centro as the people called it. The patron got out of his car and came over to them.
"You guys, this will need some time. La policia won't leave so soon. I'll find another way for your escapada. So tonight, I suggest party and rest and tomorrow run," he explained with a grin. The grin made Blair freeze in her place.
"Thanks, Javier. But I think we'll just take the rest thing," Chuck answered.
"Oh, come on, Charlee. This city is made for people like us."
"Not anymore." Chuck pointed to Blair. "Ma novia."
"Oh ho, es un apasionado. Sweet," Javier chuckled as he went back to his car.
"Chuck Bass, what did you just say to him?" Blair demanded to know.
"That you're my slave driver and I'm not allowed to go out without consent." Chuck knew that it wouldn't be easy to propitiate Blair but he would try his very best, for sure. Blair couldn't help but smile.
"Last time I checked, novia wasn't translated with slave driver," Eric mentioned with a smirk. Chuck returned the smirk and nodded.
"OH MY GOD! It's contagious!" Serena shouted and pointed at Eric's mouth. Everyone except Serena started to laugh.
Twenty minutes later they arrived in a not-very-nice neighborhood. The small houses were attached, and all in all, it seemed like a slum. The road was small, dirty and not tarred. The car in front of them stopped next to a steel gate. The bodyguard of the patron got out of his car and opened it. The gate was chained and a big padlock locked it. When the gate was open, the guy waved to Chuck as a sign to drive in. So he did. Behind the gate was a small inlet, just big enough for one car. The inlet was enclosed on three sides with high brick walls. The fourth side was the front side of a small house.
They got out and the patron came in the inlet.
"Welcome in Villa Fontana. The last place someone will search for you." He walked over to the house and opened the door. They followed him as his bodyguard closed the gate. The door lead to a small, dirty kitchen. The former white flagging was brown from the dirt. The kitchen involved an oven, a small cupboard, and two shelves above. There was a table with six small wood chairs.
The patron lead them to the right. It was a small hallway, not much wider than a door frame.
"This bedroom with two beds. "He pointed at a door next to him, "Leads to another room with one bed. This is bathroom, small but with douche. And this is another bedroom. Only one bed. I called one of my women to bring bedding for five. Should be here in a min…"
A knock on the door interrupted him. He opened it and two women, dressed in high boots, short skirts and even shorter tops handed a huge amount of bedding to his arms. Blair wrinkled her nose but Chuck gave her a small push.
Javier came in the house again and handed the bedding over to them. "I have the phone. Give me call, if you need anything else, Charlee. I'll call you tomorrow to tell when you leave. Here are keys. And…" He took something out of his pocket and Blair and Serena gasped in shock. Nate and Eric only gulped but Chuck took it and nodded. It was a gun. Javier was amused about the shock in the faces of the other four teens. "This, ladies, isn't "safe New York". Don't let them walk out alone, Charlee, if you care for them. You're here in dangerous territory," Javier mentioned to Chuck. He nodded a last time and then left. Chuck followed him to lock the gate.
"So, who's taking what bed?" Nate asked as he opened the doors. The bedrooms weren't as dirty as the rest of the house but didn't seemed comfortable either.
"Chuck and I take the one bed room, you can take the other one, and Serena and Eric can take the two-bed room," Blair said.
Serena and Eric nodded, though Nate did not respond. Chuck came back and locked the front door.
"So, who's going to sleep where?" he asked.
Blair smiled, took his hand, and pulled him towards the bedroom.
"You guys, try to remember that the walls here look very thin!" Serena shouted.
Chuck chuckled and Blair looked at him with a huge smirk.
"What's got into you, Blair?" Chuck asked, amused.
"Oh, I'm your girlfriend, remember? I'm here to entertain you," Blair teased.
Chuck frowned. How could she know? The look on his face told her what he was thinking.
"Oh come on, Bass," Blair said as she pushed him gently onto the bed. "We were in the same Spanish course." She sat down on his lap and kissed him. Chuck pulled back and eyed her. He had totally forgot about that. Blair just smiled and caressed his cheek.
"Are you sure?" he asked in a husky voice. Blair smiled and kissed him again as an answer. He returned the kiss passionately and he let his hands run across her tiny back. It had been so long since he was allowed to taste those sweet lips of hers. She started to unbutton his shirt but he pulled back.
"No, Blair," Chuck said sternly.
"What?" Blair asked, half confused, half upset.
"Not here, not in this tacky place, not like that. It's been so long and I want to make this work. We finally have the chance to do this right, I don't want to slum it now," Chuck explained.
Blair eyed him for a moment and finally nodded. "You're right. Let's wait for the right moment." She didn't want to stop, but she didn't want to slum it either. Blair refused to believe that making love could have slummed it but right now wasn't the time to affront Chuck. So she just agreed. It had been a long day but she wasn't tired.
A look on Chuck's face told her that he felt the same way. The events of the day had made him hyper.
"You know what? Let's call that guy and go out with me. I want to dance," Blair said happily. Chuck's jaw fell to the ground, literally.
"Are you serious?" he asked in disbelief but she nodded.
Blair walked to the door, opened it and yelled "You guys, let's go out and have some fun!"
Nate opened the door of the bathroom and looked confused, Eric came from the kitchen and looked concerned, but Serena opened the door with a jerk and beamed.
"Yes, that's a great idea, B. Some relief," Serena said smiling and clapping her hands.
"One condition." Chuck made his way in the hallway and looked from Serena to Blair and back. "You girls won't wear dresses."
"What?" Blair asked in disbelief and Serena frowned.
"Yeah, you won't wear dresses or skirts. You heard Javier. Short skirts would be an invitation and I don't want anything like that to happen," Chuck said sternly.
It took a while before Serena started to chuckle and Blair stepped in front of him, pinching his cheeks like he was a six-year-old. "Isn't he cute, Serena? My jealous boyfriend - Chuck Bass. I should ask Humpty Dumpty to write a short story about it," she laughed but as soon as she said it, she regretted that. She looked at Serena but she still smiled. Not as happy as two minutes before but still happy. "Serena, I'm…."
"It's okay, B. But you should ask someone else. I refuse to believe that Dan could write a sweet story about Chuck," she said with a smirk.
"I beg to differ, sis. But you were right, it's contagious," Chuck said and pointed at her smirk. "But I mean it. Don't wear a typical NY party dress."
"What if we did?" Blair asked, provoking.
"No going out." They looked at Chuck and saw that he meant it. He was serious.
"Okay, okay. Come on, let's look for a pair of jeans in my suitcases for you, B," Serena said, bored.
"Actually, I want to wear some of my own," Blair replied.
"You have jeans?" Chuck asked, confused. He never saw her wear jeans before.
"Now, I thought it was a waste to leave back all of these my mom bought. I tried one and it doesn't look so bad," Blair admitted.
"You can wear anything and still look good, Waldorf," Chuck smirked.
Twenty minutes later, the five left the house, locked the door and the gate.
"He said he'd send a typical, inconspicuous car," Chuck said and looked up and down the street. Suddenly an old, dirty little bus that was beige and red colored made his way down the street and stopped in front of them. The driver cranked the driver window down.
"Are you the American kids of Javier?" he asked in broken English.
Chuck nodded and opened the swing door of the bus. The smell in it was disgusting but no one complained – yet. Chuck was positive that he had to pay for this later. When he saw Blair's face he was sure. He'd pay for this ride.
When they took their seats, Chuck looked around. This was a strange type of a taxi. There was no taximeter.
"You, driver. What kind of cab is this?" Chuck asked, confused.
"No cab. It's a calfia. Don't worry, rich boy. Javier has paid already," the driver responded, bored.
Thirty minutes later they arrived in front of a club. They got out and watched the building. A big, scary wood mask hung next to the name. Tangaloo.
"Oh, look, Chuck. A picture of you," Blair said in her sweet voice and pointed at the mask.
"Funny." He pulled her in an embrace and kissed her forehead. She giggled and Serena rolled her eyes.
"You guys, we're in Mexico. Let's go get some tequila shots," Serena complained as they stopped.
They walked into the club. It was a large capacity disco with a lot of flashlights, a lot of LCDs on the walls and with a lot of drunken kids, most American. The reason for it was easy: age limit for drinking and clubbing in the US: 21. In Mexico: 18. And from the rooftops of Tijuana you can see San Diego, so all the kiddies came across the border to have fun. The only good thing about it tonight is that nobody will get suspicious of the five of them. So it was easy for them to get in the club, especially with the faked IDs Chuck bought them before.
Chuck went to the bar and came back with two bottles. One tequila silver, one tequila gold. He poured everyone a glass and handed to them.
"Okay, time for a toast. To the NJBC and attachment!" Chuck rose his glass and the four adjoined it. Daddy Yankee's la gasolina was playing, and Serena and Blair insisted on dancing so they made their way to the dance floor.
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Georgina finally got in a club. She was frustrated, angry, mad; furious even. This fucking cab driver didn't want to follow the cars out of the town, so he insisted that she paid as soon as they arrived at the city border. She paid him and he threw her out of the car. So she had to run to the next bus stop to get back in the city.
She lost her favorite toys once more, but she wasn't Georgina Sparks if she would give up so easily. She talked to some boys and let them gratefully pay her drinks as she couldn't believe her luck once more. Chuck Bass on the bar, buying two bottles.
Destiny wants me to torture them. Why else am I always right on time? Georgina thought as she left her suitors and followed Chuck as inconspicuous as possible. There they were. Blair, Nate, Eric, Chuck and Serena. This is going to be fun. She decided to confront them. The shock would be great and that's what she loved. The thrill of people looking at her worried or even fearful.
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Blair locked her arms around Chuck's neck and looked him deeply in the eyes. He smiled at her as suddenly something else caught his attention.
"Georgina?" Chuck asked with his husky voice.
"It's Blair, actually, and you're jokes have been better, Bass," Blair snapped.
"No, turn around." Chuck pointed at something behind her. Blair let her arms sink and turned around, only to face Georgina.
"Hello Snow White," Georgina teased. "I see you traded the white knight for the man whore. I'd say that wasn't the cleverest thing you ever done."
Blair was shocked, but Chuck just glared at Georgina. He was furious. Serena, Nate and Eric had spotted her as well and got closer.
"Fuck off, Georgina. Creep back in the hell, where you're coming from," Serena spat.
"Actually I'm coming right from Dan's bed. Which wasn't that bad so I'd say it wasn't hell." Georgina was good in this. She always knew how to make people furious.
"The question is: What are you doing here and what do you want?" Nate asked finally.