I'll Be Seeing You
Rated: T
Title taken from "I'll Be Seeing You" by Billie Holiday
Chapter title taken from "Somebody Cares" by Perry Como
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl, etc. You know the drill
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In suite 1812, Chuck is shaking his head furiously upon seeing the Gossip Girl blast. For as long as he's known Georgina Sparks, he has never known her to do an unselfish deed in her life, and so it's painfully obvious to him that she is up to no good. Chuck decides that it's up to him to see to it that whatever it is that Georgina is planning, be foiled as soon as possible. He dials Serena's number and the blonde picks up after only one ring.
"Chuck! Did you see?" Serena says, not elaborating because she already knows his answer.
"Of course, sis," Chuck replies gravely, "But let ask you this - why the hell would you invite Georgina Sparks to you party in the first place?"
Serena searches for the proper explanation, stuttering nervously, "W-well she was there because of Carter. You do know they've been seeing each other, right?"
"Carter?" Chuck asks, bewildered, "And just why would Carter be there?"
Serena shakes her head even though Chuck can't see her. "He's doing me a really important favor that's none of your business. I have to tolerate Georgina until the favor's done."
Chuck laughs darkly. "God, now that's a pairing contrived by Satan himself." He takes a sip of scotch and paces about the room, thinking aloud, Serena listening intently. "So now, why would Georgina want to be friends with Blair out of all people?"
"I don't know. Maybe G's telling... the truth? I can't believe I just put G and truth in the same sentence." Serena clears her throat. "Listen, I'm supposed to meet Blair for lunch tomorrow. Maybe you can come and we can both try to talk to her? She doesn't know anything about Georgina besides what she experienced the other night."
"Fine," Chuck answers, "Tell me where and when and I'll be there."
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Not wearing her walking boot the past couple days has hindered Blair's healing process but upon observing herself in the mirror before lunch, she feels that the large plastic boot marrs her appearance and is thus expendable. Blair slips into a light pink sundress and nude flats before leaving to meet Serena for lunch. She does feel guilty for not saying goodbye at the party, but Georgina had been so convincing, so exhilarating. The taste of freedom makes Blair only want more.
Blair limps slightly as she makes her way to the café table where Chuck and Serena are waiting. "B, you should really be wearing that walking boot. Your leg's never going to heal!" Serena scolds her friend.
"Well hello to you too, S," Blair replies, sitting down and rolling her eyes. She soon darts them in Chuck's direction, "Why is he here? I thought it was just going to be you and I"
Serena begins to answer before Chuck cuts her off. "I'm here to tell you that you can't hang out with Georgina Sparks again. She's playing you, Blair. I promise you that."
The waiter walks by and Blair orders a water with lemon and a julianne salad before answering Chuck sharply, "And who are you to tell me who I can and can't spend time with? You aren't my boyfriend or anything, you know."
Chuck swallows his reply and instead lets Serena speak. The blonde says tentively, "Listen, Blair. I know she seemed cool at the party but you don't know how she really is. You don't know the things she's done. Before you were in accident, Georgina was so out of her mind she had to be sent away... and you had something do with that. Isn't that a little funny she would want to be your friend after what you helped put her in boot camp?"
Blair sits in silence for a few seconds, pondering Serena's explanation. "Maybe," Blair begins slowly, "just maybe, you guys can't stand that I'm making new friends on my own. Sorry that I'm reaching out to other people besides you and Chuck, Serena. I'm finally getting my life back together and you want to stop that? Some friends you two are." She stabs her fork into a tomato that rests atop her salad, sending juice and seeds splattering on Chuck's white shirt. Blair, standing up, slamming a fifty dollar bill on the table. "It's on me," she snaps as she walks awkwardly out of the café.
Chuck says something to Serena in a low voice before pushing himself away from the table and following the brunette. He quickly steps through the doors and down the street, where Blair is waiting for a taxi. "Waldorf, wait a minute," he demands, grabbing Blair's upper arm gently.
Blair stares at him with accusing eyes. "What, Chuck? Going to tell me what type of public transportation I'm allowed to take?"
Chuck rolls his eyes. "Will you shut up and listen to me for a second? Serena and I are not trying to control your life if that's where you're going with this." A cabbie pulls over upon seeing Blair's frantically waving hand. Chuck leans towards the cab window and gestures for the driver to keep going. "Come with me," he says sternly.
Blair wrenches out of his grip and folds her arms across her chest. "Why should I?" she asks angrily.
"Because it's for your own good," Chuck replies casually as Blair stares him down with furious eyes.
"For my own good?" Blair's voice becomes shrill, "You don't know anything about what's good for me! You don't know anything about me at all, Bass! You can't decide what's good for me now because I'm a completely new person!"
Chuck is getting impatient and hails his limo driver over. This scene looks familiar, he thinks. The brunette as stubborn as ever. "Get in the limo, Blair," he commands sternly.
"Oh, you are just unbelieveable! You think you can get anyone to do whatever you want! Well not me, Bass! I don't need another lecture from you about how to live my life!" Blair slams her hands on her hips and narrows her eyes.
"You look so good when you're angry," Chuck says in jest before acquiring a more serious tone. "Listen, I'm not going to lecture you about Georgina or anything else right now. I just want to show you something. Maybe you'll see where we're coming from then." He reaches his hand out towards Blair.
Her hands remain firmly planted on her hips for a good thirty seconds before she purses her ruby lips and takes his outstretched hand reluctantly. "Are all Bass men as utterly frustrating and annoying as you?" Blair whines as Chuck leads her to his limo. When they situate themselves inside, Blair looks suspiciously at him. "What are you trying to pull? I'm not making out with you if that's what you think, Chuck!"
Chuck shrugs and says lightly, "I wouldn't expect you to make out with me when we've done far more... mature things in here."
Blair glares at him. "In your dreams! I would never have sex with you!"
"I never said we had sex but now I know where your dirty little mind is," Chuck says huskily with a triumphant smirk.
Blair searches for a response as her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Well... well fine, what did we do then? I should know so as to never do it again!" she stammers.
"Oh you were right about giving it up, Waldorf, I just wanted to see you squirm a little before I admitted it," Chuck grins.
Blair slaps his arm. "You're such a creep!" she shrieks.
"I know," Chuck replies, "but you can relax now, we're here."
"Where is 'here'?" Blair asks irritably, looking out of the window.
The limo slows to a stop and Chuck gets out first, extending his hand so as to assist Blair out from the vehicle. Stepping on the sidewalk, Blair cranes her head and looks up at the large stone building ahead of her. Chuck puts his hand on her back and guides her towards the steps,where they both sit. "This is the Met. You used to come here to get away when everything became too much to handle. Serena knows you so well that whenever you ignored our calls or texts, she would come to this place immediately and here you'd be." Blair stares at Chuck with inquisitive eyes, wanting to hear more. "I don't expect you to drop Georgina from your life this second, although in my opinion, it would be a pleasant surprise. I know it's not that easy. But what I do need is for you to realize that there are people in your life that will unconditionally be here for you no matter what happens. I can't say that Georgina is one of them."
Blair shakes her head vigorously. "I need her right now. I need to feel like I have a choice in what I do. I'm not as delicate as people think I am. So I got in an accident. I'm walking aren't I? Look, Chuck, I just want to live like everyone else." She rests her head on Chuck's broad shoulder, closing her eyes.
Chuck's heart nearly skips a beat upon feeling Blair's presence. The smallest touch from her sends shivers down his spine. He sighs shakily, gathering himself. "And I want you to live like everyone else, too. I really do want you to be happy, despite what you seem to think."
"It seemed like the two of you were ganging up on me earlier," Blair says quietly, her voice laced with hurt and anger.
"We're just concerned about you, Waldorf. Georgina is no angel," Chuck responds.
Blair lifts her head and looks at Chuck, her sad, lost eyes burning into his. "The angels aren't on my side right now, Chuck. If they were, I wouldn't be sitting here trying to rebuild a life I don't remember having. I just need to have fun, to take my mind off of things. The last few weeks have been hell. It's nice to just... let loose. And Georgina, I know she is better than how you guys are portraying her. She stopped over last night to see how I was coping with my hangover - not well at all, might I add."
"Really?" Chuck quirks an eyebrow. "That still doesn't change my opinion of her. But whatever, just be careful. No more drug-induced night swims."
Blair looks at him quizzically. "What are you talking about?"
She blacked out, Chuck correctly assumes. "Don't worry about it, Blair. Keep control of yourself. That's all I ask," he responds quietly, putting a protective arm around her shoulder. Yes, he tells Blair what she wants to hear, but what she doesn't know is that Chuck intends to have her followed anytime she is out with Georgina Sparks.
"Mhm," Blair sighs, leaning into him. Her mind is already racing to imagine this Thursday's festivities.
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A/N: Wow, 100 reviews... I never dreamed that would happen and I want to thank you guys so much for reading my story!! I hope you guys are still liking this and it's not getting too crazy for you, and I also hope it's not going too slow. I don't see an end in sight for this story yet!
On a more serious note, updating may be a little slower because I'm beginning partial-care treatment for a health issue. As is the case for most people, my health is my number one priority. I'll still try to get stuff out as fast as I can but I won't have as much free time. Okay? Okay!
MissDK: I'm definitely not having a Dair pairing in this story, no worries =)
LetMeIn1812: Yeah I loved writing that last chapter, it was so much fun! And yay lots of ?'s! Okay so... 1. Bad B is going to be reminiscent of Bad S... that's the best way I can explain it. She won't get arrested though ;) 2. As naughty as our Bass can be, he would never take advantage of B when she's in her party mode. He'll be both protector and partner-in-crime at the appropriate times! 3. Blair loves NY far too much to trip out and fly to Asia like Chuck, lol 4. Dorota wouldn't cheat on her doorman!! haha!
