Breaking Every Rule
Hey guys! Sorry for the delay, things have been pretty busy lately, but I finally got the next chapter up. This is a little different and not as fluffy as the rest, but it's Chuck and Blair, so things can't stay bad for too long. I hope you enjoy and please review!
Chapter Nine: A Christmas Break Down Part Two
"I can't believe you're getting a mani-pedi, Bass," Blair laughed as she looked up from her magazine. The couple was in a private room in the spa that Chuck had reserved for them, as they had their pedicures (while their masseuses gave them shoulder rubs before the massages that were to come after the mani-pedi's.
Chuck just scoffed at his girlfriend and said, "First of all, Blair, real men get pedicures. And second, it takes work to be as good looking as I am."
"And you're a 'real man'?" she retorted jokingly.
"Oh, Waldorf," Chuck leered. "I think we both know that I'm a real man." Blair couldn't help but blush, and, instead of responding, she just turned back to her magazine, folding over pages, writing various notes, and circling certain passages as she read. He finally furrowed his brow at her and snatched the magazine from her hands, studying the cover. He suddenly started laughing, and in an announcer voice, read 'What You Should Never Let Your Gyno Do."
"Ugh!" Blair yelled and snatched the magazine from him and smacked him over the head with it. "That's not what I was reading!"
Chuck just rolled his eyes and began to search for the Cosmo articles that Blair was paying so much attention to. He suddenly grinned. "Tell me, Blair: What does my number one sex style reveal? Am I intensely sexy, sweet and slow, playfully unpredictable, or fast and furious?"
"You're heinous." Blair replied, and Chuck just let out another laugh before he continued to read all of the notes she took on the next article, finding himself instantly turned on when he saw she had underlined something about touching herself in front of him. "Stop!" she yelled as he continued to read all of her plans (like the new positions she wanted to try and the toys she was planning on introducing them to) "You'll ruin the surprise."
Instead of responding, Chuck just reached his hand out and said, "Your pen…Give me your pen, Blair."
Blair scoffed and reached to grab the magazine back from him, "No! It's mine!" Chuck couldn't help but be extremely happy about the fact that she was getting so pissed at him for finding out what she was going to do before she actually did it. "Chuckkkk!" she whined his name.
Chuck glared at her. "If you would shut up for a second, I think you would like my idea, Blair."
"Did you just tell me to shut up?" she asked incredulously, and Chuck rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Bass? You're getting a pedicure and reading a Cosmo. It's humiliating and I'm trying to save you the pain."
"Now, Blair," he started with a very serious face. "For someone who is being treated to a day at the spa with her intensely sexy and playfully unpredictable boyfriend, you are being extremely ungrateful. The least you could do is let me pick out some stuff in this issue."
Blair didn't say anything, and Chuck was about to comment on her lack of a response when they were told it was time for their massages. So they both made their way over to the two massage tables in their oversized VIP spa suite (that Chuck had spent over $1000 to use for three hours) and disrobed before lying face-down on their beds.
Blair let out a slight moan as the masseuse worked out a crick in her neck, and Chuck turned his head to look at her. She was lying on the massage table completely naked with a thin sheet covering her butt and the sides of her breasts exposed.
"I thought you only make that sound when I touch you," he smirked. Her eyes shot open and she glared at him, reminding him that they weren't alone. Chuck rolled his eyes. "Don't be such a prude, Blair. This is their job. I'm sure they don't mind...right Sarah?" Chuck asked the woman who was working the kinks out of his back.
She chuckled, "Of course Mr. Bass. Pretend we're not here."
Despite the woman's words, Blair scoffed and looked at Chuck with begging eyes, and pleaded with him. "Please, Chuck…this was so nice of you. Don't ruin it by being, well…you."
"Thanks, Waldorf," Chuck responded sarcastically at what he knew was a joke. "But I know you wouldn't have it any other way."
"You know," Blair started and let out a contended sigh, "You're probably right, Chuck."
"I'm always right." He added in, and reached his hand out. As soon as she noticed it, Blair smiled at him and reached her hand out as well, so they were both lying on their massage tables, linked only by their interlocked hands.
At some point, the masseuses must have noticed this, because they pushed the two beds together and, although Chuck couldn't help but be turned on by the fact that some petit blond was rubbing her hands all over his girlfriends body, it wasn't about sex right now. To Blair, it was about having the most unexpected, and incredibly amazing boyfriend in the world, and to Chuck, it was about being happier with Blair than he could have ever imagined possible. Unable to stay quiet, Blair smiled at Chuck and said, in almost a whisper, "Thanks for this…it's amazing."
"You're amazing," Chuck responded simply.
Chuck lightly pushed Blair against the wall in front of her room and pressed his lips against hers, making her giggle. "I had fun." Blair told him, grinning.
"Of course you did," Chuck replied – especially after the hours of sex the two had after their massages. "You were with me."
"Don't be cocky." Blair rolled her eyes, but kissed him nonetheless, but pulled away before she could get too swept up in the feeling of his lips on hers. "I should go shower and get ready for dinner."
"I'll come with you." Chuck smirked and Blair smirked back, opening the door and leading Chuck inside and making their way to the bathroom. What they didn't know was that at that very moment, Nate was leaving his room and overheard the whole interaction between the couple and it all started to make sense. It was right in front of his face the whole time and he didn't see it. It was then that Nate decided that he had to do something about it.
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Even after her shower with Chuck, Blair was still the first to arrive to dinner. Of course, she was still reeling over what may have been the best three hours of her life, and dreading having to pretend that she wasn't head over heels in love with Charles Bartholomew Bass. Then again, she was Blair Waldorf, and acting was her forte.
"Hey…You're early."
Blair turned around to the direction where the familiar voice came and let out a friendly smile. "So are you. What's up, Nate?" He shrugged and Blair peeked down at her Chanel watch before saying, "Did you want to grab that drink now? We have some time before dinner."
"Sure," Nate responded with a smile, and led her over to one of the bars on the ship. "So…" he started once they were seated, "I've just been thinking a lot lately about, you know…stuff."
"Stuff?" Blair asked with an eyebrow raised, "And what type of stuff would this be?"
Nate let out a deep sigh, knowing that if he was going to do this, he had to just spit it out. "Look, Blair…I know we said that we'd be friends…and that a lot has changed since we broke up…a lot more than I realized—"
"What?" Blair asked, and Nate looked at her confused. "What do you mean 'a lot more than you realized'?"
"Uh…" he started, silently cursing himself for saying that. "I just mean that I know you haven't been sitting around waiting for me—"
Blair lifted her hand up to cut him off once again. "Nate…what are you saying here?"
After letting out a huge sigh, he said, "I'm saying that I know you're not…you know…a virgin anymore." Blair's jaw dropped, and Nate misinterpreted it as her being embarrassed. "I mean, it's okay…I'm just saying, I know that—"
"Who told you that?" she asked – the poor guy hadn't been able to get in a complete sentence.
"Chuck, but—"
"Chuck?" Blair spat. "And what did Chuck say?"
Nate gulped – he knew Chuck would be pissed at him, but Blair he was screwing his ex girlfriend. "He said that you told him you had sex…that you, you know…aren't innocent anymore and…I mean, I know it's not my place to say this, but, Blair, you're so much better than that. I screwed up with you, but you should be with one person who loves you. You don't have to sleep around."
Blair looked at Nate with her jaw dropped, "He said I sleep around?"
Nate shrugged, "I mean, not like he sleeps around. I mean, last night Chuck hooked up with two girls." Blair's eyes widened at Nate's words, but she quickly covered it up.
"So Chuck—"
"Yes…" Blair's sentence was cut off by an unexpected voice and she and Nate both whipped their heads around.
As always, Chuck looked at Blair with that certain stare that normally gave her chills, but, right now, she was pissed as hell and was definitely not buying his act. "Charles," she greeted him and he furrowed his brow.
As much as he wanted to ask her what was going on, he knew he couldn't come flat out and say it – he needed Nate to think that he was still the old Chuck Bass. "What's with you, Waldorf? Still craving more time in the spa?"
Instead of answering, she rolled her eyes and stood up, gathering her things with as much dignity as possible. "Excuse me." She said and brushed past him. Sure, Blair was pissed that Chuck told Nate that she was having sex and made her out to be a slut, but that was forgivable. What Blair was really mad at was the fact that he cheated on her – Chuck knew how much she loved him and he said he loved her too; he had promised not to screw her over.
A moment after Blair walked away, Chuck excused himself as well and made his way over to the other side of the room where she was sitting by herself sipping her cocktail. "Blair." He greeted her, but his face fell when she didn't respond. "What's wrong?"
"You tell me, Chuck." She replied, but then just shook her head. "I really should have known better." With that said, Blair went to, once again, walk away, but Chuck grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving.
"Blair wait," he called after her, and surprisingly, she listened. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
She did everything possible not to look him in the eye – the last thing she wanted was for him to see that she was on the verge of tears. "I trusted you. I thought you were different from Nate." She sighed, "You told me you loved me. You said you wouldn't screw me over."
"I didn't." Chuck answered, completely lost.
"Stop lying, Chuck. The least you could do is admit it." But when Chuck didn't say anything, Blair just said, "I'm not mad. This is what we do right?" she asked. "We play games. You won this one, Chuck. Congratulations. I'm out."
"What?" Chuck asked, surprised by Blair's confession. "Are you—?"
"Breaking up with you?" Blair finished his sentence and Chuck just looked at her expectantly. "I think I am."
Before Chuck could respond and let her know that he had absolutely no idea what was going on, Serena approached the two. "Our table's ready."
Blair let out a fake smile and said, "Yeah, I'm starving."
They both followed Serena at the table, and it was obvious to everyone that something was off. Normally, Blair and Chuck both had things to add in on conversations, but tonight, they were both silent. Occasionally, Chuck would glance at Blair and she would avert her eyes, doing everything possible not to look at him. It just made it hurt more.
"So…" Nate started; he knew that Blair was probably pissed at Chuck, he just didn't understand why she was sad. Blair didn't get sad; she got mad and got even. But nevertheless, he made an attempt to get her mind off whatever was bothering her. "How was the spa?"
Blair cringed inwardly; of course, Nate didn't realize that his question made everything so much worse. Blair just responded with a slight smile, "It was fine."
"Just fine?" Serena asked, the tone of her best friend's voice clearly suggested that something went wrong, and she had absolutely no idea what it was. But when Blair glared at her, she decided that she could wait a little bit to find out. Before Blair could think of a response, her phone vibrated, giving her the perfect out.
We need to talk about this.
-C
She let out a sigh – it would have been easier to come up with an answer for Serena.
There's nothing to talk about.
-B
And as soon as she shut her phone, Blair picked up her handbag and let out a slight smile, "If you'll excuse me…I'm not feeling too well. I think I'm going to turn in early."
"You want me to come?" Serena asked, standing up quickly.
"No," she let out a slight smile. "I'll just be sleeping."
~*~*~*~*~
"What did you do?!" Serena yelled at Chuck when she barged into the guys' room.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Chuck stated, although he knew exactly what he did. He hurt the only person he'd ever loved.
Serena just rolled her eyes and shoved him while Dan and Nate both looked at them in complete shock. "Really, Chuck?" she spat. "I have been nothing but supportive of this whole thing because I actually believed you changed, but you're even more of an ass than I realized." Chuck didn't respond, just stared at Serena completely lost – sure he knew he screwed up, but he was also pretty sure that he could fix it. Something else had to have happened for Serena to be reacting like this. "Do you even know what you did to her? You made her relapse!"
"What?" Chuck asked, his confused quickly turned to concern and guilt. "But—"
"But what, Chuck?" Serena asked, "She loves you and you cheated on her!"
All of the sudden, Chuck's jaw fell to the ground. "What?! I never—"
"Oh, shut up, Chuck!" Serena yelled, shocking everyone with her tears. "Don't give me that crap! Blair's my best friend and I've never seen her this bad. She passed out…and there was blood."
"Whoever told her I cheated was lying, Serena." Chuck told her with a deadly serious tone to his voice. "I would never do that to her and you know it." And for some reason that Serena didn't completely understand, she believed him. "No give me the key to your room."
Serena reluctantly replied and stormed out of his room, leaving Dan standing there both confused and shocked, Serena scared, and Nate feeling more guilty than he had ever felt in his whole life.
Chuck stood in front of his…ex girlfriends door and took a deep breath before swiping the key and opening the door.
He didn't think it was possible for his heart to break any more than it already was, but realized how very wrong he was when he noticed all of the empty wrappers of various candy bars scattered across the room. His sadness quickly turned back to concern and he rushed over to where she was lying on the bed curled up in a little ball, just like she had been on the night of her seventeenth birthday.
"I don't want to talk about it, S," she muttered without looking up.
"Good thing I'm not Serena," Chuck replied and, surprised that Chuck was there, Blair quickly sat up in bed and wiped her tears.
She glanced over at him before averting her eyes – she didn't want him to see her this upset. "What do you want, Chuck?"
"I never cheated on you, Blair." Chuck replied, "I—"
She just shook her head, "Then why would Nate tell me that you hooked up with two girls last night, Chuck? He doesn't even know about us."
"What?" Chuck asked, confused. "I went back to my room right after dinner last night…alone. You can ask Humphrey, he was there too." Chuck paused, "We ordered room service, you can check, Blair. I can prove it…Nate must have found out about us or something."
Blair just shook her head, hating herself for believing Nate over Chuck, but then it hit her – the fact that she didn't believe was an even bigger problem than his cheating. "I…" she paused, collecting her thoughts, "Maybe that's the problem." Chuck looked at her confused and Blair clarified. "Maybe the problem is that I need you to prove it. I'm sorry I believed Nate, but maybe it's good that we get out of this before we get in over our heads.
The thing was – they were both already in way over their heads. They were in love with each other. "Blair…" Chuck practically begged. He needed her. "You know how much I love you—"
"And yet I still don't trust you. This isn't healthy." Chuck furrowed his brow, of course he knew about what happened tonight, but judging by the tone of her voice, he was pretty sure there was more behind the story. And Blair let out a huge sigh before confessing what she hadn't told a soul and hadn't planned on telling anyone, especially him. "This isn't the first time I've made myself sick, Chuck. It's been happening a lot lately."
"Because of me?" he asked, devastated.
"No…because of me." Blair paused before continuing, "I just don't get why you want to be with me, and I get scared and I throw up and…how can I be expected to love someone if I don't even love myself enough to not stick my fingers down my throat...I can't care so much about someone until I can deal with my own problems. I love you, but—"
"You need to take care of yourself." Chuck finished for her, wiping the tears from under her eyes and Blair nodded. "I get it. I want you to be healthy, and you can't do that with me."
Instead of responding, Blair just looked into his eyes and nodded before lightly kissing his lips. "I love you," she paused, but not long enough to allow him to respond. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." Chuck responded and Blair kissed him again before reaching for his belt. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Just one more time okay?" Chuck nodded and kissed her back, slowly leading Blair so she was lying on the bed and then climbed on top of her. "I need to feel you."
And almost instantly, Chuck was inside of her, making them both in their most comfortable position. And just for right now, just for tonight, Blair wasn't broken – Chuck was holding her together. But they both knew they would wake up in the morning and everything would be different, and as much as it killed Chuck to even think about, it hurt even more to think about Blair being sick. She needed to get better, and maybe when that happened, they could be together again.