A/N- Based on the preview for season two's fifth episode where Serena tells off Blair and spoilers that say Blair attempts to sabotage her mothers fashion show…here's just my ideas for what I hope is to come for Blair and Chuck. Lyrics are from "What Do You Need" by the Goo Goo Dolls.
The Lost Weekend
Fear makes you fragile, darling
Hate is so heavy when you're weak
Now we're both lost in anger
When we're alone we'll find some peace
Why do we need to turn it on?
Why does it always seem so wrong?
What do you need from me tonight?
The truth is so complicated now
You feel so free to say you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong
Hey there Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here with a good little mystery on her hands. Namely where in the world is Blair Waldorf? After her little temper tantrum at her mother's fashion show and a thorough dressing down by S, the former Queen B has fallen way off my radar. Where could she be? Is she coming back to reclaim to her throne? It just doesn't seem like B to go down without a fight. I guess we'll know for sure on Monday- have a good weekend, faithful readers! And send me pics of the Amazing Disappearing Girl if you've got them…
Chuck clicked his phone shut, looking over at Serena doing her make-up in the family room mirror.
"What's Gossip Girl saying now?" Serena asked, pressing her newly glossed lips together.
"Nothing terribly interesting. Just that Blair may be on a different continent by now for all any of us know."
"She only missed one day of school- maybe she just took a spa day or something. I'm sure she's fine."
"Oh, suddenly you care?" Chuck sat down on the couch, pouring himself a drink.
Serena turned to look at him. "I tried calling her fifty times. She's not answering. She's your little pet obsession- you figure out where she is!"
"I plan on it. Where are you off to tonight, sis?"
"Just dancing with the girls. Please don't crash."
Just then, their butler entered holding a letter on a silver tray.
"Mr. Bass? A message for you."
Chuck raised his eyebrow, taking it and reading with narrowed eyes. Serena stepped over to look, but he slipped it into his pocket right as she reached his shoulder.
"No crashing tonight, princess. Looks like I just got an invite to a much better party."
"Is that from Blair?" Serena crossed her arms.
"Don't you have to meet your friends?" Chuck got up as well, picking up his jacket and slipping it on.
"Can you just tell her--"
"I'm not your little go-between."
"So it is from Blair."
Serena watched him go, twisting her hands together. She could still hear her own words ringing in her head—
"I'm just tired of trying to hold myself back so I don't outshine you!"
She hadn't meant to say it. She hated herself for even thinking it. But this was Blair's solution? Disappear? If that's what she wanted, Serena wasn't going to stop her. She picked up her quilted Chanel bag and slung it over one shoulder before stepping into the elevator and into the rainy New York night.
Chuck stepped into the waiting car.
"The Hudson Hotel." He told the driver, holding the letter in what he realized with shame was a slightly clammy grip.
That's all the letter had said, in Blair's familiar, overly ornate handwriting. Inside, she had stuck a room key to Room 443 at the Hudson.
What am I? Just her little dog that answers when she commands? Chuck thought, a bit disgusted with what this strange Blair infection was turning him into.
But he couldn't not go. He had been worried when she hadn't shown up for school earlier this morning, especially after leaving Fashion Week in near-hysterics. He should have gone after her. But he figured she would have just blown him off. Which made this random summons all the more interesting…
They had been alone together very few times since coming back from summer break, and those times had ended in Blair either in tears or about to rip his clothes off. So this could really go one of two ways.
Chuck stared out at the raindrops sliding down the window. He realized ashamedly that he didn't really care what she wanted.
He just wanted to be with her.
He stepped off the elevator, pointlessly trying to brush rain drops off his wool coat as he made his way down the hallway on the fourth floor. Chuck felt a nervous swoop in his stomach as he reached the room. Figuring it would be rude (even for him) just to enter without announcing himself, he knocked.
After a moment, Blair answered the door. Chuck swallowed hard. She was wearing a pink silk camisole and shorts with little white lace flowers on the edges. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, no make-up on her face. She looked up at him, her expression hard to read. Amused? Relieved?
"You came." She smiled.
"I'm thinking I will soon." Chuck replied.
To his surprise, she laughed, pulling the door open wider. "You could've just let yourself in. That's why I sent a key."
He followed her inside the lavish suite, closing the door behind him.
"So, what's with the get-up, Waldorf?" He asked to Blair's mostly exposed back as she stood looking out the window at the storm.
She turned around, a wry smile twisting her pretty mouth. "Well, I actually don't plan on getting out of bed much this weekend."
Chuck held up an empty bottle of champagne from the ice bucket. "So then why do you need me?"
Blair crossed to him, her hands sliding up his chest. Chuck felt his heart hammer against her right hand. "Oh, I don't know, Chuck. You, me, and a bed- always seems to end well for both of us."
"In some respects." He said quietly, her eyes staring right into his.
"Do you want to stay or not?" She asked a little impatiently.
"You're just lonely because your little lord defected back to England."
"I'm staying in this hotel room all weekend, Bass. My mom hates me. My friends hate me. I'm going underground again- and I'd much rather have you keep me company than Dorota. In fact, I've spent most of today thinking of interesting activities to keep us occupied. But if you don't want to…" Her arms were now around his neck.
"You really thought it would be that easy? Throw some Agent Provacateur in my face and everything's fixed between us?" Chuck weakly protested.
"What am I, one of your whores? This is La Perla."
Blair kissed his neck, feeling Chuck's hands tighten against the silk and bare skin of her waist. "Chuck, are you really saying it's not going to be that easy?"
"No." He caught her hands, taking them in his.
She pulled back, surprised. "No? You want me to stop?"
He looked at her, an achingly familiar look of longing etched on her perfect face. What was he doing? This was Blair. This didn't have to be complicated. Not yet, anyway.
"I meant-- no, of course it's going to be that easy."
Chuck kissed her, soft, unsure as he often felt around her, but Blair just wrapped her arms more tightly around him, moaning into his mouth. Chuck responded after a moment, lifting her off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist as they stumbled back against the wall. Eventually they ended up in bed, no pretense, no games, no scheming, just skin against skin, Blair's frenzied breath hot against his ear, two bodies waking up again to a once-perfect dance.
He felt a surge of triumph when her head fell against his shoulder at the end, her hair around his face in brown rose-scented waves, her thin arms trembling as she tried to hold herself up. He had done it. He hadn't been broken before with all those nameless girls, just waiting.
"C-Chuck—that was…best ever." Blair gasped, rolling over onto her back beside him.
"So glad I could help." Chuck said, looking up at a dark blue ceiling with gold paneling that seemed to be covered in a dreamlike haze. He felt a happy kind of drunk as he just focused on the sensation of Blair's lips sliding up his flushed chest. He was suddenly very tired and warm and the rain seemed so far away... She curled up beside him after a moment, one arm splayed across his chest.
"What's it like for you when we're together?" Blair whispered sleepily, resting her chin on his collarbone.
"Come on, Waldorf. I definitely wasn't faking that." Chuck laughed.
"But-- I mean- is being with me like being with all of those other girls?"
"No. No, it's different."
Blair didn't press any further, and they lay there in silence until Chuck heard the slow steady sound of her breathing. She was asleep, too much champagne and sex doing the job of a prescription narcotic.
"Because I didn't love those girls." Chuck said, running a hand over her bare shoulder as he pulled the sheets over her sleeping frame.
Serena came downstairs around noon after a morning catching up on her sleep, and saw Eric playing video games by himself and Lily reading the newspaper.
"Morning." She stretched.
"More like afternoon, sweetie. Do you happen to know where your brother is?" Lily asked, looking over the top of her reading glasses.
"He's right there on the couch, mom." Serena giggled, grabbing a bagel.
"She means Chuck." Eric chimed in, giving his Wii tennis opponent a sound beating.
"He didn't come home?" Serena sat down at the kitchen table.
"No. Bart and I were thinking the whole family could go to a movie at the old Palace theatre this afternoon- but we can't find Charles anywhere. He's not answering his phone, Nate said he hasn't seen him since school on Friday-"
"Even Gossip Girl's got nothing." Eric pointed out, giving the virtual tennis ball another good thwack.
"Well, this whole disappearing thing seems to be a bit of an epidemic lately." Serena said, sliding the butter over to her side of the table.
"What do you mean?" Lily looked alarmed.
"Nobody's seen Blair either. Not since Eleanor's show."
"Well, how many places could they be? Bart checked Chuck's credit account- he hasn't touched a dime. They couldn't have gone far."
"You think they're together?" Eric looked over, more interested.
"He did get a message last night that I thought was from Blair. He left right after." Serena offered.
"Are they still dating? They went to Tuscany this past summer, right?" Lily asked.
"Oh, mom. You have been gone awhile." Serena patted her on the shoulder as Eric laughed.
"And- game!" Eric pumped his fists in the air.
Serena and Lily looked over, unimpressed.
"Chuck would understand." Eric said poutily, sitting down on the couch defeated, "He better come back soon."
"And room service has arrived." Blair smiled, wheeling a full tray towards the bed as Chuck came out of the bathroom in a white fluffy robe.
"Finally. I'm starved." Chuck elegantly lay down beside her.
"Gee, I wonder why." Blair messed up his still wet hair with a grin.
Looking slightly put-out, Chuck smoothed it back down again. "Watch the hands, Waldorf."
She rolled her eyes, propping up the pillows behind them. Chuck opened the tray to reveal strawberries, croissants, cheese, orange juice, bacon, sausage and pretty much every other breakfast food in the world. Blair picked up a strip of bacon, flipping on the TV.
"You want to order a movie or something?" She asked, taking a bite.
"Sure." He said, watching her with a bewildered expression on his face.
"What?" She laughed, setting it back down.
"I just have never seen you eat bacon in your life. What would Mommie Dearest say?"
"Like I care. Are you worried about me getting fat too?"
"Don't do that, Blair. You're gorgeous. Perfect." He slid a hand over her exposed leg from under her midnight blue silk robe.
"You really mean that?"
Blair leaned over, kissing him. "Thank you."
"Well, you didn't think I spent weekends in hotel rooms with girls who are just average, did you?"
"No, of course I wouldn't deign to think such a thing. What do you want to watch?" Blair said, flipping through Pay-Per-View.
"I don't care. You choose."
"Well, what kind of movie do you like?"
"Of course. See if you can out-plot the plotter?" Blair nodded in understanding.
"You know me well."
"I do the same thing. Most of these so called "villains" are such amateurs."
They finally found a good mystery, and ate until the tray was practically empty. Full and in bed, they both fell asleep again for a few hours. When they woke up, it was raining again outside.
"I think you picked a good weekend to lie low." Chuck said, smoothing down his slightly disarrayed bed head as Blair blinked in the dim light.
"I told you this would be fun."
"Really only one thing to do in this kind of weather."
"Entertain ourselves." Chuck pinned her arms over her head, kissing her hard.
"I could make peace with that." She said breathlessly, losing herself in him again.
"When are you going to check out?" Chuck asked, pulling on his jacket.
"Tomorrow morning. Are you sure you want to leave?" Blair asked, looking up from where she was painting her nails on the floor.
"I think I've got to. School tomorrow. Need my rest. And I'm pretty sure I won't get it here."
"I'm pretty sure you're right." Blair grinned wickedly, blowing on one hand.
"So…I'll see you tomorrow?"
"I'll be there."
Chuck paused for a moment at the door. "Blair…do we need to talk about this?"
"Talk about what?"
"What happened, what we're going to do now--"
"Oh, don't go all Dan Humphrey on me. You don't have to make me your girlfriend or anything. I'm not expecting that. I just needed…well, I needed you. And now I feel a million times better. So thank you." Blair got up, slipping his room key out of his pocket, "I'll turn these in tomorrow."
"So we're not anything?" Chuck said, not sure how he felt.
"I told you what that would take at the White Party. And you're not ready to go there. I get it. We're—we're Chuck and Blair. That's all the label either of us need right now."
Chuck watched her hand go to the door handle, and suddenly he stopped her, holding her wrist.
"Wait, Blair. This weekend--well, before this—way before this, actually…"
"Get to the point, Bass."
He took a deep breath. "If I was ever going to say it to anyone, it would be you."
"I know," She said a little sadly, touching his face, "See you at school, Chuck."
He kissed her, a long, slow kiss that made her knees literally buckle beneath her until she was left clinging to his shoulders when he broke the embrace. Then, their foreheads pressed together, his voice low and dripping with desire, "Bye, Blair."
She felt those dangerous words forming in her mouth and almost said them, but bit back at the last moment. She did love him—a crazy, hungry kind of love she didn't know how to categorize or deal with. But she couldn't be the first to say it. Someday he'd get there. Someday they'd have more than this last glance in a hotel room hallway.
Spotted: Chuck Bass leaving the Hudson Hotel in Friday's clothes, headed for home. Who's his mystery lady now? This couldn't have anything to do with the great Blairdini's disappearing act, could it? I've always had a soft spot for these two…let's hope they can work it out. Rest up, eager readers- Monday's always come around eventually and even perfect weekends have to end. You know you love me. XOXO- Gossip Girl.
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