|The Guilty Ones: Blair and Chuck
Author: vampteeth97 PM
Takes place when Blair and Chuck are in the limo, and I thought that it would be really cool to incorporate "The Guilty Ones" from Spring Awakening into the story. Please R/R!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Blair - Words: 770 - Published: 11-07-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6459399
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Blair Waldorf sat in the limo with Chuck Bass, only wearing her white satin under dress, as she took of her real one at the burlesque. Blair thought that she was just tipsy, but Chuck knew that she was a little drunk, not just tipsy. Blair smiled, thinking about what she did for Chuck at the Burlesque. She couldn't believe that she did it in front of so many people. In her mind though, up until that point, the only one watching her up on that stage was Chuck lustrously. Blair had started to feel something for Chuck other that hate-and she wasn't afraid. She smiled again and turned her head loosely towards Chuck.
"Thanks for the lift home." She said
"You were-" Chuck started to get lost in his own flashback, remembering her on that stage, stripping off her elegant white dress for him. "-amazing up there." Chuck looked deep into Blair's dark eyes.
Blair looked at Chuck again, longingly, and lazily scooted over to him, scraping the leather seats, not taking her eyes off of Chuck. They both spontaneously leaned in, their noses touched, and then their lips. They pulled away suddenly, and Chuck looked Blair dead in the eyes "Are you sure about this?" He asked her. Chuck never asked. He was the first girl that he cared about. Blair didn't nod, she just leaned back in and crushed her lips against Chuck's like she needed him, and if she let go she would die. Blair nor Chuck cared that they were in the back of the limo, they just cared about each other. Chuck didn't worry that the alcohol persuaded Blair to sleep with him, he knew that it was her choice. They needed each other, and both Chuck and Blair hoped that they wouldn't regret it the next morning.
After they were all good and done, there was an awkward silence that none of them could break. They arrived at Blair's luxurious home, the only words they spoke to each other were "Bye". Blair stalked up to her room, not bothering to tell Dorota that she was home. She took a shower, as if to wipe off all traces of Chuck on her, so that Nate wouldn't sense that anything happened between them.
"Something's started crazy –Sweet and unknown. Something you keep in a box on the street –Now it's longing for a home. And who can say what dreams are? Wake me in time to be lonely and sad.
And who can say what we are? This is the season for dreaming. And now our bodies are the guilty ones, who touch, and color the hours. Night won't breathe, oh how we fall into silence from the sky and whisper some silver reply."
Chuck was still in the limo, rubbing his temples, thinking about what would happen if this got out on gossip girl. He would be dead. He would be murdered-by Nate. But hey, if Serena could do it, then why couldn't Blair? Chuck looked out the window, thinking about what he should do on Monday. He didn't know how he should act, but he knew how he felt.
"Pulse is gone and racing –All fits and starts. Window by window you try and look into this brave new you that you are. And who can say what dreams are? Wake me in time to be out in the cold. And who can say what we are? This is the reason for dreaming. And now our bodies are the guilty ones –Our touch will fill every and dark, oh our hearts, will murmur the blues from on high. Then whisper some silver reply."
Blair tucked herself into her blue satin Ralph Lauren sheets, but couldn't sleep. He head was throbbing, she felt like puking, and it wasn't just because of the alcohol. She was thinking the same thing that Chuck did-Nate-but more importantly (for the first time)-gossip girl. She couldn't have this told to Nate, but especially the whole school. Serena left, and no one knew why until she came back, well Chuck knew, but he didn't tell until she came back. She couldn't live if her secret about her and Chuck in that limo got out. A tear slid down her smooth, pale cheek at the thought.
"And now our bodies are the guilty ones –Our touch, will color hours. Night won't breathe, oh how we, fall in silence from the sky. Then whisper some silver reply."