Word Count: 327
A/N: Shortest o/s to date. I don't usually write vignettes that aren't included in Allusions (S3 coming soon) but I was reading Fight Club (it's awesome, go read it) and was just inspired. I'm actually really proud of this and like it a lot. Probably because it's so short. Not too original, but it had to be written. This was also so short I was considering doing a multi-fic with unrelated o/s like this. So tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: Thanks to comewhatmay.x who beta-ed something that was virtually nothing. I don't forsee being inspired like this in the future but you never know. Oh, and I don't own anything, you know the drill.
It wasn't slow and gradual. It wasn't that he was pining for her for years before finally getting his chance with her. It wasn't that he was secretly in love with her without even knowing it.
Falling in love with Blair Waldorf wasn't like that.
One day Chuck Bass didn't love her and the next day he did. It was that simple.
He remembered the exact moment it happened.
He was asleep.
The moment Chuck Bass had fallen in love with Blair Waldorf, he was asleep.
The previous night, Blair had fallen asleep in his bed. He had been accustomed to these sorts of displays ever since Serena left and Nate continued his traipse into the land of unrequited love. It wasn't the first time she had fallen asleep in his bed.
Nate had kissed who he thought was Serena and was late in finding Blair. Blair, who longed to give her perfect boyfriend her untarnished virginity.
It didn't work out.
That night Blair fell asleep in his bed, and as she cried her eyes out, and there was one constant that Chuck had to keep asking himself.
Why did they seem to know each other better than anyone else when their disdain for the other's values was so strong?
This all became very clear when she left his bed. Tear stains dried on his pillow and his sheets smelled like her perfume for a week. There was a reason why he didn't get the maids to wash them.
He just didn't know what it was.
The next night he did.
That night he had a dream. He had the most vivid dream he had ever had and it involved grinding on Blair so hard that she moaned out his name.
When he woke up, he was in love with her.
The next night Blair Waldorf crawled upon the stage of his newly purchased burlesque club and stripped for him.
It was kismet.