I'll Be Seeing You
Rated: T
Title taken from "I'll Be Seeing You" by Billie Holiday
Chapter title taken from "I'm So Tired" by The Beatles
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl, etc. You know the drill.
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It's Thursday evening and Blair is in her enormous bathroom putting the finishing touches on her appearance. She is looking forward to a night on the town with no strings attached - no overprotective friends, no overcompensating mothers, no overbearing maids. Blair dabs her wrists with her favorite perfume. Perfect. Blair smiles at the end-result of her efforts. "Tada!" she laughs, opening the bathroom door to reveal her tiny figure clad in a bright red Armani mini dress.
Georgina Sparks sits perched upon the edge of Blair's spacious queen-sized bed, hands neatly intertwined atop her silk-covered thighs. Dark hair gathered in a stylishly messy bun at the nape of her neck, she brushes a few loose tendrils behind her ear as she looks Blair up and down with searing dark eyes. "Not bad," she shrugs nonchalantly.
Blair's face falls a little but she immediately forces a grin as she cocks her head to the side, confused. "That's it? I think I look pretty good for only having a couple hours to get ready!" She had gotten dropped off late today by Chuck's driver. The two blossoming lovers had spent the afternoon together wandering around the city, occasionally stopping in random boutiques where Blair had picked up bits and pieces of what makes up tonight's outfit as a whole.
"Well, for the most part you do look good," Georgina starts, striding across the room and placing her pale hand on Blair's shoulder, "but, look at how your dress fits." G turns Blair towards the full-body mirror and pulls at the fabric around Blair's waist. "It looks tight, that's all. I thought you might want to know before we go out and people see you like this."
Blair looks at Georgina and back at her reflection in the mirror. Turning to the side, she runs her left hand down her stomach and sighs. "It looked good at the store," she says with disappointment.
Georgina, rifling through Blair's closet, answers cheerfully, "Most store mirrors usually make you look thinner than you are. It's deceiving, I know. Here, try this on."
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Georgina Sparks does not dislike Blair Waldorf. She hates her. She has never stopped hating her, even after making a "lifestyle change" at Bible Camp. Georgina's always been a very good actress and - let's face it - even the Pope himself could not save this girl.
Of course, in G's eyes, Blair deserves everything she has coming. The Queen of the Upper East Side had always been just as frigid, as manipulative, as conniving, as Georgina herself, yet she always plays the victim. Blair's been a bitch to everyone, even her friends. How can Serena put up with that whore?
Fuck it. "Hm. Put the strapless back; your shoulders are too broad to pull that off." she remarks flippantly. Poor B... Poor stupid, naive, B. Not even for a split second does Georgina feel guilt as she delivers lash after verbal lash towards the petite brunette's figure.
Oh yes, G knows what her comments will do to Blair and that is the point of saying them. There is no way in hell that Georgina is going to allow Blair a fresh start. After all, our pasts come full circle.
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Blair goes through two more outfits, Georgina making little quips and comments in between. Finally, Blair settles on a simple black Yves saint Laurent dress and looks at G, eyes pleading for input. Georgina smiles, giving her seal of approval, and the two head out.
The night begins innocently enough at Marquee nightclub, where, after a few drinks at the main bar, Georgina introduces Blair to two male friends, Connor and Scott. Immediately Scott takes a liking to Blair, who is hesitant to remain at the table with him while Georgina leads Conner, hand-in-hand, towards the dance-floor. Sure, Blair is untethered by label, but it's a little less black and white when it comes to her heart. She has an intense attraction towards Chuck Bass, and she's pretty sure this physical attraction is mutual; what she is unsure of is whether or not Chuck wants her for her or if he's just holding on to pieces of who Blair used to be. As far as she's concerned, her memory may never return and, in her opinion, it would make the most sense if Chuck would behave as if Blair Waldorf 1.0 had never existed.
"So what do you like to do for fun?" Scott breaks Blair's train of thought and hands her a shot of Ciroc vodka, looking at her encouragingly.
Drinking down the contents quickly, Blair observes Scott's features and soon comes to the conclusion that albeit excruciatingly handsome, he doesn't hold a candle to a certain oddly-dressed billionaire. Scott's hair is wild and untamed, his icy blue eyes hypnotizing. This stranger is the polar opposite of Chuck. Maybe Chuck would be better off if I left him alone... Blair contemplates before Scott taps her shoulder lightly.
"Oh! Fun, right!" Blair is embarrassed. "Well I -"
"Nevermind," Scott laughs, "Clearly something has you flustered. You sure you don't want to dance?"
Blair glances at Georgina and Conner, who are in a world of their own. "No, I think those two are about to make that floor their own private hotel room."
Scott shrugs and pours her another shot. "No biggie, then. I'm not much of a dancer to be honest, you just seem like you would be one."
"Oh, really? Why is that?" Blair giggles and takes the shot glass from him, wincing as the vodka travels down her throat.
Scott inches closer to her. "You just look like you can get... down." He swigs the alcohol straight from the bottle.
Blair leans over towards Scott and whispers into his ear seductively, "Maybe I can." She accepts another shot from the blue-eyed stranger and, instead of wincing, swallows it and crashes her lips into Scott's. The kiss deepens as Scott tangles his hands in her thick chestnut curls. Chuck's image floats into her mind as she is kissing Scott. All of a sudden, whether it be Chuck's face or the copious amount of alcohol she has thus far consumed, Blair is too numb to kiss him anymore. In fact, she feels nauseous. Pushing away from Scott with heavy arms and trying to stand up, Blair finds that her legs are like two anchors dragging her down. She is thankful when Scott wraps arm around her waist and guides her towards the door.
Once outside, Blair nearly drops to the ground, her body not listening to her commands. "You're pretty drunk, babe. Can you tell me where you live?" Scott asks as he hails a cab. Blair tries to speak but the sensation is as if her tongue has swelled ten times in her mouth. Nothing but small groan emerges from her cherry lips as a cab pulls up in front of them. "Okay, okay... You can just stay at my place and sleep it off, then," Scott remarks as she slumps against him inside the vehicle.
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Chuck sits in his limo outside of Marquee. He wasn't kidding when he vowed to have Blair followed when she was out with Georgina. His private investigator informed Chuck of her whereabouts and so since approximately 1:30, the young Bass has been waiting for any glimpse of Blair. Chuck's chest tightens as he thinks of the way she looked in that little red number she tried on today.
Blair is radiant as she steps out of the dressing room in a gorgeous Armani dress, the fabric hugging her curves in just the right places. A smile crosses her face, a gorgeous, perfect smile directed only towards Chuck. He's delirious with happiness although habit ensures his pleasure is only marked by a smirk. "I need to have this dress!" she proclaims. A thousand bucks poorer, Chuck gazes at Blair as she peers into the Bergdorf bag happily.
Chuck breaks from his daydreaming to scope around for Blair. He figures he won't miss her as she said she was going to wear the red dress he'd gotten her earlier. Eying a drunk blond who is stumbling past his car, Chuck decides she's pretty, but no prettier than any of the countless call girls he's had in bedroom over the years. He smirks as she rolls her ankle and falls before turning his attention to a guy in a white button-down helping his drunk date out of the club.
Chuck squints his eyes and observes the couple from afar. The girl is having trouble walking. "Women. Can't handle their liquor," he mumbles to himself. Upon further observation, Chuck notices something strange about the girl. Her right leg is bruised to high hell, and as the couple gets in the cab, that's when it hits him.
"Get behind that taxi," Chuck demanded, fury in his voice.
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She tries to turn her head up to look at Scott but it doesn't move. He begins to run his hand underneath her dress and all of a sudden it is very clear to Blair what has happened to her. Her body is completely immobile at this point and she succumbs to the most welcoming darkness as the stranger's eager, roving hands - the hands that poured and served her drinks earlier - explored her body.
After ten minutes or so the cab stops and Scott pulls Blair out of the cab, lifting her with one hand behind her neck and one under her knees. Walking up to his house, Scott hears another door slam and thinks nothing of it until a sickening blow to his skull brings him to the ground.
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It's five in the afternoon and Chuck is seething as he thinks about what happened in that taxi and what would have happened had he not of showed up. He wonders why she didn't wear the dress she was so excited about previously. He also ponders Georgina's whereabouts when everything took place yesterday. Nothing matters now, however, because Blair is safe with him and he will never let her go.
He sits in his favorite chair and watches Blair sleep. Chuck had brought her to his suite after the incident unfolded and she has been passed out ever since. No one needed to know what happened last night. If Blair was given the date rape drug, chances are, even she won't remember. That's good, Chuck reminds himself. She's been through enough.
Blair's tiny form looks lost in his king-sized bed. She stirs lightly, her dress from last night bunched up almost to her waist. "Blair?" Chuck asks, almost whispering out of fear of startling her.
"Mmm?" she answers quietly, her eyes still closed.
"How are you feeling?"
Blair opens her eyes slowly and sits up, looking around groggily. "Surprisingly not too hungover. So you finally decided to club me and carry me back to your cave, huh?"
Chuck smirks, though inwardly his stomach drops. "No, you came willingly, Waldorf."
Blair laughs. "Well if I was going to black-out and end up at someone's apartment, I'm glad it's yours!"
Before Chuck can respond, both of their phones vibrate. Gossip Girl, of course. Perfect timing. A picture of Scott helping a very drunk Blair into the limo appears on his screen and he looks on helplessly as Blair digs into her purse and opens her phone as well.
Rise and shine Upper East Siders,
Perhaps our favorite amnesiac has wised up to the ways of our favorite motherchucker... After all, the only way to get over someone is to get under someone else. Tell us, B? Who is bachelor number 2?
XOXO
Blair stares at Chuck, confused. "Do you know anything about this?" Her voice is quivering.
Chuck has no choice but to tell her now that Gossip Girl has ruined his plan. "Yes, Blair, I do. You went to Marquee with Georgina- you remember that, right?"
"Yes..." Blair says hesitantly.
"Right, and you and Georgina must have found some guys. Do you remember any guy hanging out with you?" he asks, his blood boiling thinking about the situation. Chuck doesn't want to talk about this.
"Yeah... Oh god, Chuck, just tell me. I had a one-night stand, didn't I?"
Over his dead body would Blair have a one-night stand with anyone but him. "Not a chance," Chuck responds, "but listen, Waldorf. Someone put something in your drink. He almost got you in his apartment, but I -"
"You what, Chuck? Were you watching me?" Blair nearly shouts, cutting him off.
"So what if I was, Blair, you were nearly raped and you're yelling at me for looking out for you?! I told you Georgina was no good and you didn't listen to me!"
"Oh, so it's my fault, that's what you're saying?" she stands up abruptly, her legs a little shaky from last night.
Chuck jumps to her side and gently pushes her back into a sitting position. "Listen ... Just listen for once. I apologize for following you but I was only doing it because Georgina is bad news. Where was she when this picture was taken? Some friend she is if she leaves you with a guy who drugged you and probably more!" His heart hurts as he says those words.
Blair sits there in silence, absorbing what Chuck is saying. She doesn't remember and for that she is grateful. Instead of replying, she looks at him with desperate eyes, tear drops hanging on to her long eyelashes briefly before making tracks down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she says quietly. "I'm sorry I didn't listen. I'm sorry I took those drinks. I'm sorry I went with Georgina! I'm SORRY!" Throwing herself back on the bed, silent sobs rack her body. Chuck lays down and faces her, wrapping his arms around her body. She cries a bit longer before calming, the tears slowly coming to a halt.
"There's nothing to be sorry for," he assures her, stroking her hair. "I'm sorry I'm not better at this."
Blair looks up. "At... at what?" she says between sniffles.
"Geez Waldorf, make this harder," he jokes. "I'm sorry I can't be right for you. I can't say everything you want to hear or do everything you want me to do. Hell, I don't even think I'm comforting you the right way. I know you're going through a hard time with all of this going on and I hate that I can't do anything for you. I'm 150% confident in nearly everything that I do, but when I'm with you I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. I'm a damn mess when it comes to you, Blair."
Blair rolls her eyes and smiles weakly. "If you're a mess, I'm a disaster zone." She nuzzles deeper into his chest. It's with Chuck that her world stops and she's not ready for it to start back up again. Tired... yes, she's just tired.
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A/N: I know that it's been like two months since I've updated. I'm VERY SORRY =(
Been feeling pretty weak lately but I don't want to get "better". Gah. I had a rough couple months so I haven't really been able to write.
Anyways, I really liked this chapter. What about you? Hope people will still want to read this; let me know!
NEXT UP: Happy chapter. Chuck and Blair talk about dating, Blair and Serena have lunch and Dan is just cute.
