Hooray, sixth chapter! So anyway, I really tried my best to finish this chapter as fast as I could, because in this side of the globe, school has already started. This is probably going to be the second to the last chapter, and I thank those who consistently review this story, I'm very appreciative. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or Friends.
"Life is too short for hate, and not long enough for love." -George Peppard
The next morning, Blair woke up, a little more happily than she had expected. But then again, she and Andrew were over, so she no longer had to pretend to be interested in lacrosse and have to show up to a gala or benefit with a different date A.K.A., Chuck, because Andrew didn't really like going to those kind of events. Not that she minded having Chuck as her escort, which she didn't; she just wanted to have a boyfriend that she had more in common with.
Taking a cab to the Empire, she picked up her phone and tried calling Chuck. But it went straight to voice mail. Still she decided to leave him a message. "Bass, I'm coming over."
When she got to his penthouse, she noticed he wasn't in the living room. She tried opening the bedroom door, but it was locked. She knocked on the door. "Chuck? Are you in there?"
To her horror, the door opened to reveal Chuck with his hair messed up, the top three buttons of his dress shirt undone, and a blonde woman lying on his bed wearing only her lingerie.
He raised her eyebrows at her, and not in the way he raises eyebrows at her, but sort of like the way he would at Dan or Vanessa. "What do you want?"
Blair tried to speak, still quite horror struck. "T-t-to talk to you..." she managed.
"Well, you may want to talk to me, but it seemed like more than just talking last night when you were with...what was his name...Andrew?"
"What-? How did you-?" she stuttered, then her eyes widened when she realized it. It was him. Chuck was the one who entered her penthouse when Andrew was kissing her. "That was...that was you?"
Chuck rolled his eyes at her, something that he rarely ever did to her. "Oh don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about, Waldorf. I saw you trying to suck his face off."
"What? I-I didn't...he tried to take me back, but I-" she tried to explain, but Chuck didn't want to hear any of it.
"And it looks like you did take him back. Tell me, was he good enough in bed for you? Was he gentle? Was he able to keep you satisfied?"
She scoffed, unable to believe what he just said. "I didn't sleep with-"
"Save your lies for someone who cares," he said coldly. "Anyway, I have more important things to do than to waste my time on you." And with that, he closed the door, leaving Blair trying to hold back her tears, but they fell anyway.
She took off for the elevator, the sound of her sobbing and the clacking of her heels echoing through the room. She got in, pressed the button, and continued sobbing. They hadn't gotten into a fight since...junior year, maybe?
When she got back to her room, she carelessly dropped her purse, and walked into her bathroom. She rested her hands on either side of the sink and looked at her reflection. Then suddenly, she felt the presence of a familiar enemy. She looked to the side, and saw her toilet, practically begging her to do it. Closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate. Don't do it. Don't do it. You're Audrey Hepburn. You're Grace Kelly. They aren't bulimic... Her concentrating failed anyway, and, almost involuntarily, she ran over to it and stuck two fingers down her throat and watched helplessly as her stomach drained itself of its contents. When it was done, she pulled away from the toilet and looked at it dreadfully, refusing to believe that she had done what she had just done. No...No...I didn't... She closed her eyes tightly for a few moments, as though expecting it to disappear once she opened them.
She opened her eyes, and it was still there. Devastated, she let more tears fall as her body started shaking and she buried her face in her hands, ashamed of herself.
Around two hours later, when Blair had relaxed herself, she was sitting on her bed, scrolling through the names in her phone's contacts list. Then she saw the name Dr. Sherman. She stopped there and looked at the name for a few seconds, wondering if she should call him when she heard a knock on the door.
She stayed still, not completely sure if she was ready to talk to anyone. Another knock came. Hesitantly, she walked towards the door and opened it to find Chuck.
"What is it, Bass?" she asked coldly. "Anymore negative things about me you needed to say to my face?"
"No, Blair, I-"
"Then what is it? Come to brag about your experience with your little blonde whore?"
"Look, I didn't sleep with her-"
"Oh, really? So she was lying on your bed wearing lingerie and nothing happened?" She said, her eyebrows still very much raised at him. "Really, Bass? Last time I checked, you were a better liar."
Chuck put his hands on her waist, bringing her closer to him. "Look, I know I've said some things that I shouldn't have, and I'm sorry."
Blair nodded. "I didn't take him back..." she said softly. "I didn't sleep with him either."
"I'm sorry I accused you of sleeping with him," he continued. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I just..." I was just really jealous, the voice in his head added. "I didn't want him to hurt you either." He chickened out of telling her, thinking that she didn't need it right now.
Then he noticed that she was unusually pale. "A-Are you okay?" he asked, a little nervously. He put a hand on her cheek. "You're pale."
Blair bit her lip, knowing that he was bound to figure it out sooner or later. She was always pale when she purged.
His eyes searched hers, and when they finally got an answer, he wasn't happy about it at all. "Blair...you didn't-" he said, fearing what she might have done in the past two hours. His heart sank when tears started rolling down her face.
She nodded sadly. "I did," she told him, her voice cracking. "I didn't mean to...It just...happened."
"H-How many times did you do it?"
"T-Twice," she said, not looking at him.
He shut his eyes tightly, slowly letting go of her. A long silence passed by and when he opened his eyes again, he couldn't bring himself to look at her. "Listen, I-I can't stay..."
Blair's eyes widened and she looked up at him. "What? No...please...don't leave," she pleaded, putting a hand on his cheek.
But he took that hand away. "No, I've caused you too much pain...I can't let it happen again..."
"But Chuck-" she protested, but he cut her off.
"It's for the best," he said, before leaning in to kiss her on the forehead and walked away, both of their hearts breaking more and more as he took step by step away from her. It was official: her nightmares had become a reality.
Nate and Serena ran as fast as their legs could carry them, hand in hand, Nate leading the way, since Serena's six-inch Louboutins didn't really help. Blair called them, crying over the phone, unable to say a word.
When they got to her penthouse, they rushed up the stairs, and finally found themselves face-to-face with the door. Serena turned the knob, and before the door was even half open, they could already hear Blair crying. She opened the door wider, and saw Blair lying on her bed. They sat on her bed with Blair's back facing them. They didn't say anything, waiting until Blair was ready.
"H-He left me," she said, loud enough for the two of them to hear it. Nate and Serena looked at each other.
"No...he didn't...he wouldn't..." Serena said, not believing anything Blair just said. They saw her head move, somewhere between a shake and a nod.
"He did," the brunette replied.
Serena and Nate exchanged looks. "But how?" Nate asked.
She sniffed. "He said...he caused me too much pain..."
Serena drew a look of confusion on her face. "How did he cause you pain?"
"I relapsed, okay?" Blair exclaimed all of a sudden, briefly turning to look at them as she said it. "Twice..."
"What-what caused it?"
She sniffed again. "I-I went to the Empire this morning, he was with another woman...he said he saw me kissing Andrew last night, thought that I slept with him, and...We fought, and I went home and...it happened," she stated, making Nate and Serena exchange more looks. "Then he came over to apologize, then he just knew that I did it...and...He left."
"I'm so sorry, B," Serena said softly, not knowing what else she could say besides that. They remained silent for what felt like hours, but one thing was for sure: Nate and Serena wouldn't let Chuck escape.
"What do we do now?" Nate asked Serena as they departed Blair's penthouse a few hours later.
"Well," she told him "The most we can do is convince Chuck to stay."
"And convince Blair that Chuck is still in love with her," Nate added. "Isn't as simple as it sounds, but we might as well try. But what exactly will we do?"
Serena shook her head. "I-I-I don't know," she stuttered. "It's usually Chuck and Blair who are good at these things, but now we have to do it by ourselves..."
"I guess we can start by going to the Empire," Nate said.
She thought about this for a second and said, "Actually, I think I'll do that myself."
When she got to the Empire penthouse, she spotted Chuck slouched on the couch, a glass of scotch in hand. "I'm surprised you're not in Europe yet," Serena said. "And that you're not nailing anyone right now."
He looked up at her. "What are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to you," she said, walking closer to him.
"Blair wanted to talk to me this morning, didn't go so well, so unless you want to leave this hotel crying, I suggest you leave right now."
Serena rolled her eyes. "Chuck...I know you still love her."
"Nate told you," he assumed.
She nodded and he didn't say anything. "Why did you leave her?"
"I've caused her too much pain," he said, so softly that Serena almost didn't hear it. "I can't hurt her anymore...she means so much to me."
"Then show her..." Serena told him. "Show her how much she means to you...Tell her how you feel." This was the only time Serena saw Chuck Bass give up. This was also the first time she's seen a deeper side to him. "Or you can just live the rest of your life wondering what would happen if you actually told her." And with that, she left, hoping with all her might that he'll think about what she just said.
The next few days have gone by, and all that Blair thought about was how to get over Chuck, which sort of drove Nate and Serena crazy, not only because it was what she was talking about for eighty percent of the time, but every time a day would go by, they were starting to lose hope that Chuck would ever tell Blair about how he felt about her. Plus, she was acting even more freakishly calm than the last time, and the more freakishly calm she is, the bigger the breakdown.
Nate and Serena were sitting on the couch in the living room at Blair's penthouse, waiting for her to go down the stairs. "She's driving me crazy," Serena groaned.
To her surprise, Nate stood up. "Well, I gotta go...see Dan."
"What? You're making me do this alone?" she said. "No, stay here." And right at that moment, Blair was at the top of the staircase.
"Serena! Serena! You have to help me!" She cried.
"Well, gotta go, bye." Nate said, and before Serena could do anything to stop him, he ran for the elevator.
Blair raised her eyebrows at Serena once they were face-to-face. "Relationship problems?"
"Don't ask." Serena said. "Anyway, what was it that you needed my help for?"
"Ugh. That Mother Chucker thinks he can just leave me like this?"
Serena resisted the urge to groan again. Just when I thought this wasn't about Chuck... "Please tell me you're not gonna formulate some plan to get over him or something."
Blair simply ignored that comment. "Please, S," she said. "You have to help me before I break down!"
Serena had just about had it. "Oh! What, like this isn't you breaking down now?"
Blair scoffed. "What is that supposed to mean?" Both of them were so caught up in their argument, that none of them seemed to hear the elevator bell ring.
"B, you should've just told him that you love him when you chance to."
"Why would I tell him when I wasn't sure if he loved me back?"
"Look, I have to go," Serena told her, picking up her purse. "If you know what's best for you, then you should think about it." And then she left.
Blair internally beat herself up. Nice going, Waldorf, you lost Chuck, and now you've lost Serena too. She turned around to find Chuck standing a few feet away from her. Her heart sank. "H-How long have you been standing there?" she asked, dreading the answer.
Chuck's face was drawn with shock and confusion. "Y-You love me?" Long enough, apparently.
She was speechless for a while, and then was finally able to let words escape from her mouth. "So what? Big deal...you loved me first."
"What?" he asked in surprise. "You knew about how I...Nate told you?"
She avoided his gaze. "Dan Humphrey, actually." This was not how it was supposed to happen...at all. He was supposed to tell her how he felt about her, then they would kiss, and it would be like an ending to a romantic movie. Or at least go on a date, she thought to herself miserably.
"When...when did he tell you?"
"The night of my birthday party." Moments of silence passed by until Blair finally found words again. "A-Anyway...it's not like you still...you know...so...you can leave."
But instead of doing what she told him to, Chuck slowly walked towards her, putting his hands on her waist. "I won't," he told her, making her look up at him. "I won't make the same mistake again."
"Chuck, what are you-" she started, but was interrupted when he pressed his lips on hers.
Blair was shocked at first, but found herself at home in his arms and sighed against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. He was nothing like Andrew, or Marcus, or Nate. He was...so gentle...so loving.
The kiss grew more and more passionate, and before Blair knew it, she felt her back against the wall. She started to undo his tie, when Chuck tore his lips away from hers and pressed his forehead against hers.
"Blair," he said, his breathing uneven. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to..."
"I know," she replied. "But...I want to."
"Are you sure?"
She smiled and nodded shyly before kissing him. As the kiss grew passionate once more, Chuck bent down slightly, moving his lips from hers to her neck.
"Chuck..." she sighed. The back of her head was rested on the wall behind her, exposing her neck to him completely as her fingers wove through his hair, moaning softly at his kisses.
He was intoxicated by just the feeling of her, kissing every inch of her exposed skin, and afterwards, lifted her up from the wall and she locked her legs around his waist. Once they got to her bedroom, he kicked the door to close it and laid her gently on the bed, placed himself on top of her and proceeded to kissing her.
Minutes later, they were stripped down to their underwear, and Chuck's lips were attached to her neck. When he was about to go further, he noticed fear in her eyes.
"Hey," he said softly. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you? D-Do you want me to stop?"
She shook her head. "No, no, I just...I'm scared."
"Blair, I'll be gentle, I promise," he said sincerely.
"No, I mean, I know you will, I just...what if...I'm bad at this?"
Chuck drew a confused look on his face.
"I-I-I mean, this is my first time, and for you, this isn't...and...I don't wanna disappoint you."
"You're Blair Waldorf," he said with a smile. "You will never disappoint."
She smiled as well. "And you're Chuck Bass."
Still smiling, he replied, "I'm not Chuck Bass without you." Blair felt her heart melt, and he kissed her again.
And yes, that was the night that Blair lost her virginity to Chuck. It was gentle, tender, and sweet, leaving them with absolutely no regrets, and making Blair realize, that no matter how long it took, it was worth the wait.
Okay, there you go. I'm sorry about the love scene, I'm not really a big fan of explicit love scenes, and I really didn't wanna be graphic...so...yeah. Anyway, what did you think? Good? Bad? Just post a review.
