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24 June 2010 @ 02:47 pm
FanFic || Five Times Chuck Bass was in Blair Waldorf's Bedroom  
Title: Five Times Chuck Bass was in Blair Waldorf's Bedroom
Characters: Chuck/Blair, plenty of mentions of Nate and Serena
Length: 3,448 words
Rating: PG-13 (I don't know)
Summary: Five Times Chuck Bass was in Blair Waldorf's Bedroom. 7, 13, 16, 17, and early 20-something.
Author's Note: So, I've been just a little obsessed with Gossip Girl lately, and while I've always entertained the thought of writing Blair and Chuck, I've just never done it (in fic form, that is). For adventurepants because time number five is an allusion to our Gossips (the best family in the world), and for you, Ronnie, (xshorty24x), because you love these two just as much as me. ♥ Hope your birthday was great.



I.

“But you look like the daddy. That’s why you have to be the daddy.”

“I’m not going to be anyone’s dad ever. I’m going to travel the world and drink gin and have trollops.” But he’s seven, and he wears a tie every day just like Blair’s daddy does. He has to be the dad.

“I don’t want to play dress up anyway,” he continues and Blair drops down to her floor and rolls her eyes. She’s not sure what Chuck Bass was doing coming home from school with her anyway (she’d heard Daddy whisper something to Mother about his father being out of town and no one else at school wanting to take him home, and what could it possibly hurt?), he never came over without Nate.

Nate, with the very best hair and the bluest eyes Blair has ever seen. They hadn’t been that blue last year or in Kindergarten, she is sure of it. She would have noticed then, just like she did now.

Nate isn’t supposed to come over until dinner, though. Serena either. “I know! When Nate and Serena get here, let’s play wedding.”

“Wedding?” Chuck gives her a look. “Now I have to marry you?”

“Of course not.” Blair shudders at the thought. “I’ll marry Nate!” (It’s her secret plan for the future, but she’s sure not going to share that with Chuck Bass.)

“Or you could marry Serena,” he smirks. “And kiss at the altar.”

“You’re disgusting,” Blair tells him, which is something he is a lot. “Besides, if I was going to kiss anyone I’d kiss –“

“Nate?” Chuck supplies, smirking at her again and sitting down on her bed. “Too bad Serena already did.”

Blair feels her cheeks grow hot. She hasn’t exactly told her best friend about her new crush on Nate Archibald, but that’s just something best friends know. Right? Before, she can ask why or where, Chuck continues: “It was at recess last week. That day you were home sick – someone dared her and she did it right there in front of us all. Nate’s ears were red for the rest of the day.”

She does her best to act like its no big deal, but she feels like Chuck can see all the way through her. She decides to change the subject, dropping down on the bed next to him, and tucking her stockinged foot under her.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?”

“Sure,” he shrugs. “Lots.”

She can tell by the way he won’t quite look at her that he’s lying about the lots, but her concern for herself takes over the need to pound him on it. “Am I always going to be the last one to do everything?”

Chuck thinks it over. “I could kiss you if you want.”

Blair pauses. “Yeah?”

“Sure. You’re not ugly or anything.”

Before she has a chance to think better of it, Blair flutters her eyes closed and tilts her head towards him, pursing her lips just a little, just like she’s seen Audrey do in the movies. She feels Chuck’s lips touch hers, and then they’re gone just as quick as they arrived.

She opens her eyes, and his are open now too, and they stare at each other for a good thirty seconds before he leans in again. “This time I’m going to use my tongue.”

“Ew!” She shrieks and bats him away, hopping off the bed. “Gross, Chuck!”

“I’ve seen my father do it,” he says matter-of-factly, standing too.

He’s annoyed her now, and she crosses her arms, then shifts, tossing her hair haughtily over her shoulder. “It wasn’t anything that great.”

She can tell he’s about to argue, but instead he moves in to where his nose is almost touching hers. She doesn’t back away, and he finally speaks. “You just wait.”

Before she gets a chance to respond Mother’s voice calls from downstairs. “Blair! Charles! Nate and Serena are here!”

She gives him one last glare (a look that she knows conveys that she’ll ruin him if he mentions one word of this to either of their friends) before turning and flouncing out of the room, calling Nate’s name as she makes her way downstairs.


II.

It was, of course, Serena’s idea to invite Nate (and Chuck, she’d been sure to add, when Blair had given her a look) to the slumber party too, and Blair thinks about arguing with her. But in the end, she gives in (doesn’t she always?) and calls Nate, asking him over. He immediately refuses.

Until Serena gets on the phone to ask.

Sighing, Blair shifts around, trying to find a comfortable spot in the bed. The bed she is occupying by herself. Chuck and Nate had been playfully banished to the floor at the start of the evening, but as she’d began to drift off she’d felt Serena slip out and onto the floor, and a few minutes later the giggling had started. That had been hours ago and everyone was asleep now. Everyone but her.

Closing her eyes, she once again wills herself to not let it bother her. They are all best friends; they have been for as long as she can remember, so why all of the sudden is she worried that – the bed shifts beside her, and she stops thinking and opens her eyes, wrinkling her nose in protest.

“Bass, get out of my bed.”

“They’re perfect for each other, you know.”

Blair groans and shoves at his arm, but he only rolls closer to her. She sits up on her elbow and glowers at him. “I’m going to marry Nate Archibald.”

“You’re not even allowed to date yet.”

It’s true, but 14 is just around the corner. “But when I am, Nate’s already promised to ask me out. For my birthday. We’ve had it planned for years. And besides, Daddy likes him.”

She never has understood how Chuck manages to roll his eyes without actually doing it, but he does it then, not taking his gaze off of her. “That’s because Nate couldn’t find his way under a girl’s skirt if she hiked it up for him.”

She blushes, just like she does anytime anyone ever mentions sex. “That’s not all every guy thinks a –“

“Yes, it is,” he cuts her off. Smiling, he slides one of her curls through his fingers, playing with the end. “Harold likes me anyway though.”

It’s true. She’s never understood why. Swatting his hand away she reminds him how disgusting she thinks he is (not like he can really forget, it is a subject that comes up at least once a day) and settles back down on her pillow. “He’s perfect for me.”

“You know I love Nathaniel and how fond I am of Serena, but they’re both a little,” Chuck pauses as if searching for the right word. Finally, he smiles, “effortless.”

She rolls her eyes, but doesn’t argue. Nate did spend an awful lot of time staring at that stupid handheld game he’d gotten over the summer (didn’t he play enough real soccer? She’ll never understand it) and while she loves Serena more than she’s ever loved anyone in the whole world, she was a little lax when it came to the things Blair found more important. Like, school. And mothers and chastity and hair accessories. . .

“And you, Waldorf, need someone a little more,” he pauses yet again, and she feels herself blushing before he even speaks, “hands-on.”

Deciding that ignoring him is best (sometimes it’s all you could do when it came to Chuck) she tugs her pink cashmere blanket closer to her chest, and sighs. “Stop hogging the covers.”

She can hear the smile in his voice. “Goodnight, Blair.”

Blair doesn’t answer back, just closes her eyes and falls asleep to the rhythm of Chuck Bass’s breathing.

III.

Serena is gone, Nate is aloof, and she can’t think of anyone else to call.

Chuck perches on the side of her bed (that she hasn’t left for three days, other than for human necessity) and regards her carefully. The look on his face tells her she must look terrible – Chuck Bass never looks at anyone like that. Finally, he speaks. “Maybe it’s just a phase.”

“It’s not,” she says out loud, even though it’s exactly what she’s been telling herself over and over. “He’s really gone this time.”

“So what?” He keeps his voice light. “Boxes can be unpacked just as easily as they’re packed.”

“He’s moving to Paris, Chuck.” She feels like punching him, but the tears are coming again, and instead, she wipes frantically at her face. “This isn’t an empty threat. He isn’t holed up at the Palace. He’s moving across the ocean with his new boyfriend.”

Chuck licks his lips. She knows he knows how important her father is to her, and before he can speak, she starts in again. “And now my mother will have even more reason to ignore me.”

“Your mother doesn’t ignore you.”

He’s right, she doesn’t. Blair’s mother berates, Blair’s mother lectures. But Blair’s mother loved Harold Waldorf as much as Blair did, and Blair can’t help but feeling angry that she didn’t do a better job of keeping him around.

“I feel like everything’s falling apart.”

Chuck stays quiet again, reaching over and grabbing a handful of tissues from her side table. Shoving them into her hand, he starts to say something, then falls silent, looking at her floor for several minutes.

“Listen, Blair. I don’t know what you want from me. I’m not Nate, and I’m certainly not Serena. I’m – “

“I know,” she shakes her head. “You’re Chuck Bass.”

He smiles a little, and she can’t help but mirror him. He touches her hair and smirks, “We could have sex.”

An aggravated noise escapes her lips, and she shoves him down on the floor. “You’re disgusting.”

He doesn’t move. “You’re smiling.”

She is. For the first time in days. It quickly fades though. “Nate isn’t answering his phone. I call, I text. He’s been acting weird lately. Ever since. . .”

Ever since Serena left. She doesn’t finish her thought out loud, but she doesn’t need to. The look on Chuck’s face says he knows what she meant.

They’re both quiet (this is becoming more awkward than being alone was depressing) until Chick finally stands, leaning over her and tossing away her blankets. She protests, but he ignores her. “Get up. We’re going out.”

Blair spends a few more minutes arguing with him, but she knows that succumbing to Chuck is inevitable (it usually is), so in the end she drags herself out of bed and into her bathroom (making sure, twice, that she locked the door behind her – it is Chuck out there).

She makes herself presentable and exits her bathroom to find him lounging on her bed, flipping through a photo album of her and Serena. He closes it, and stands, tossing it onto a chair and saying, “You know, it might be in your best interest that she’s gone.”

Blair doesn’t see how, and her expression must show it, because he continues. “I know you, Waldorf. Kind of hard to let your light shine with the glare off of Serena van der Woodsen blinding everyone around you.”

She wants to protest, but the words are stuck in her throat. He isn’t right. Serena doesn’t trample her, Serena is her best friend. Serena left you, a voice nags, and she opens her mouth to speak once again, but still nothing comes out.

In the end, she simply settles for sliding her arm through his, and thanking him (he hadn’t had to answer his phone), but he just shrugs it all off. After all, what else are friends for?

IV.

Chuck Bass is in her bed and Blair can’t get enough of it. Chuck Bass is in her bed, next to her, naked, and she can’t get enough of it.

She’d tried to pass the night at the victrola off as a mistake, a seedy indiscretion and unrepeatable faux pas. But then he’d shown up at her birthday, and she’d repeated that same mistake again, and somehow started thinking maybe it wasn’t actually a mistake, maybe it was somehow all right.

She rolls over to look at him and finds that he’s already watching her. “What.”

He reaches up to touch her hair. “What are you thinking?”

Blair doesn’t answer, instead she sits up and reaches for her cell phone, holding the sheet to her (she, too, is wearing nothing, nothing except the necklace that had been a gift from him, something he’d practically insisted on). No missed calls, no texts. No one even wondered what she was doing.

“Waiting for Nathaniel to call and apologize?”

She looks at Chuck, but doesn’t answer. He sits up too, and leans in. “Is that what all of this is about? Nate? Giving away something to someone else that he didn’t save for you either?”

He sounds jealous, and she’s so surprised by it she can’t even bring herself to be amused. In the end, anger and frustration take precedence over both. “Why does everything always have to be about Nate? I don’t have to live my entire life worrying about how each move I make is going to affect him. Why can’t this just be about me and what I need?”

It’s not like Nate even cared when she did carefully calculate each step in concordance with him. He’d given it away to Serena. Given it away at a wedding to which he’d been her date, given it away and then come back and sat next to her at their table, danced with her for the rest of the evening, taken her home that night. And why wouldn’t he have picked Serena? Blair wasn’t ever sure, Nate had asked enough. When she finally had been, lurched forward into readiness by the fact that her best friend had already had what it seemed she’d been waiting her whole life for, Nate didn’t even want her anymore. Why should he? He’d had Serena. Who wouldn’t pick Serena?

She didn’t realize she’d been speaking out loud until Chuck lay back down and answered. “Me.”

She looked at him in surprise and he shrugged. “I’m not chasing after Serena. Never have. I’m right here.”

And it isn’t because it is convenient for him, Blair knows that much. He loves Nate, just as much as she does (maybe even more, Chuck loves Nate as a person, and more and more often Blair worries she just loves him as an idea), he has just as much to lose in the situation (maybe more, again, because Nate loves Chuck back and Blair doesn’t know what he feels for her). Chuck had never chased her over the years either, but no one ever really had. Serena is a different story though, and Blair had never considered why Chuck Bass had been the one boy who never seemed swept up in her current. “Why not?”

He smirks and she leans down and kisses him until the expression is long gone. She hates feeling like he knows something she doesn’t, like she isn’t in on the secret. He curls his fingers through her hair, so tight it almost hurts, and holds her forehead against his. “I don’t like it that easy.”

“Liar.” She pulls away. “You’ve never had a problem with easy.”

“Hmm.” He smiles as he thinks it over (she doesn’t particularly care to know what conquest he’s remembering), then rolls so he’s on top of her, his weight smothering her in the most satisfying way. “Then why am I here?”

“Why are you?” She isn’t afraid to ask because she knows he won’t answer (the actual answer she doesn’t want just as much as he doesn’t want to give it, because that might be what’s truly frightening, and she isn’t sure which answer would make her feel worse, and she enjoys telling herself all this is about is feeling good).

She’s right, he doesn’t answer her, just kisses her again, and she lets herself get lost in him because he is able to say the most when he says absolutely nothing.

V.

Blair never thinks twice about the luck of the luxury of being able to replace things instead of moving them from one place she’d lived to the next. Not until she’s in her old bedroom, leafing through old papers, books, clothes and more, trying to decide what of her past is important enough to keep before her mother sells the apartment she grew up in.

Chuck laughs at something, taking an old Polaroid out of a shoebox and she leans over, snatching it from him. She smiles at the four kids in the picture – she in a lace top of her mother’s and a pair of white heels, a veil Serena had constructed out of tissue paper perched atop her head, Nate next to her, wearing Chuck’s tie, Serena in one of Blair’s dresses, much too short for her, and Chuck, clutching a Bible (they’d all given him a look when he’d said he was going to be the priest, he’d been Chuck Bass even then). And all of them smiling.

She looks up at Chuck, and he smirks. “That’s the day I gave you your first kiss.”

Blair’s surprised for a moment, it’s a memory (a long-suppressed one, for awhile) that she thought only she carried, but per usual, he has surprised her. She nods once, “The four of us had a lot of good times here.”

He agrees, taking the photo and tucking in her box of things she’s keeping, and she moves to her old bed, sitting down and crossing her legs. “The two of us had a lot of good times in this bed.”

Chuck doesn’t look at her, but continues going through her photos. “We’ve had a lot of good times a lot of places.”

It’s true, it’s not something she’ll argue with, she thinks as she looks down and runs her hand over the bedspread. But there’s something about this place. When she looks back up at him, he’s watching her and she knows he understands.

Sitting down next to her, he sighs. “We could buy it.”

“Yeah?” she asks, and he starts going on about how it is a buyer’s market right now, and it does happen to be her mother selling it, and maybe they could put it back up sometime in the future when they could get more out of it, although the last part he mentions in an almost mocking tone.

“Besides, we don’t have to move in right away,” he continues, kissing her knuckles then running his thumb over the diamond on her left hand. “You haven’t decided where you want to have the wedding. We could have it here.”

He’s never been shy about offering her what she wants, and she can hardly remember a time where he didn’t know what she wanted before she did. She nods, and he smiles. “How many times did you throw a fake bouquet over the staircase?”

Blair rolls her eyes. “Well, it would have been a lot less if Serena had ever been able to catch it the first time.”

That inspires another idea, and she turns towards him fully, her face lighting up. “Serena and Nate could get married here too! It would be perfect!”

“That would involve Serena wanting to get married.”

She scowls. She doesn’t know why everyone has to fight her on this. “I don’t know what her problem is. If she thinks she’s bringing my nephew into this world a bas-“

Chuck leans in, cutting her off with a quick kiss, and she relents on the subject just like she always does. There will be time to talk her best friends into it later (maybe not before the baby comes, but she’s convinced he’ll be an even better bartering chip).

“I’m going to use my tongue this time,” she tells him before she leans in for another kiss, and he laughs taking her face in his hands and laying her back on the bed before whispering that he loves her.

She knows it’s true, and when she closes her eyes, the room in her mind shifts, no longer hers, but theirs, and then, even better, into something sunny, something baby pink (her best friends are supplying the groom, the bride is her job, just like she knew it would be). She tells him she loves him back, and she feels as though she’s come full-circle, and that she’s finally complete.



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this isn't binanos.: gg | princeton is a trade schooladventurepants on June 24th, 2010 06:51 pm (UTC)
I love everything you and this fic and our family chooses to be. Basically, you should write Gossips forever. <333
Jess: gg  ||  roseaboutbefore on June 24th, 2010 06:51 pm (UTC)
I DID NOT KNOW YOU HAD A PRINCETON IS A TRADE SCHOOL THERE IS ONLY YALE ICON.
this isn't binanos.: gg | blair is confused by thisadventurepants on June 24th, 2010 07:15 pm (UTC)
I DO, IT IS ONE OF MY BEST ONES.
pro bono pro bongothismidnight on June 24th, 2010 06:57 pm (UTC)
i like the first and last ones. i enjoy that i thought of the last one while i was stuck in traffic on the way home from work. i guess something about traffic makes my brain think good ideas, i'm glad you took it and made it better.
sassy, classy, and a bit smart-assy: Puck PLOTbadboy_fangirl on June 24th, 2010 07:21 pm (UTC)
There is a naked Puck waiting for you at my journal.

Just sayin'....
Jess: glee  ||  ruffleaboutbefore on June 24th, 2010 07:27 pm (UTC)
PART THREE IS DONE?!
sassy, classy, and a bit smart-assy: PQ meltybadboy_fangirl on June 24th, 2010 08:12 pm (UTC)
Signed, sealed, and delivered.
Jess: glee  ||  annoyedaboutbefore on June 24th, 2010 08:31 pm (UTC)
Loved it. Of course.
Alex: sweetstormsandsins on June 24th, 2010 09:26 pm (UTC)
I really loved this fic, and incidentally it's possibly the first one I've read in months :) I loved everything about it. Full circle.
Jess: gg  ||  beginningaboutbefore on June 26th, 2010 04:14 am (UTC)
So, I have spent the last bit reading some RPF you wrote(*fans self*), and it's quite the compliment you liked something I wrote.

Alexstormsandsins on June 26th, 2010 04:20 pm (UTC)
Haha thank you :)
SpunkyAR: Misa (Hold)spunkyar on June 24th, 2010 09:45 pm (UTC)
I've never actually watched this show, but I definitely had to read this because I'm just so happy you are writing. :) I loved your PB stories.

Anyways this was so cute. I didn't even know the characters had been friends for that long. It actually makes me dislike Serena/Nate and love Blair/Chuck. They are so sweet. Very cute. :)
Jess: michael&sara  ||  drinkingaboutbefore on June 25th, 2010 03:19 am (UTC)
Ha! I actually don't hate Nate and Serena (I had to apologize to a friend while writing this, I felt like I painted Serena in a bad light, although Serena does that all by her lonesome). I want Chuck and Blair to end up together, and Nate and Serena to end up together, and everyone to love everyone and raise happy little families. :-D

Thank you so much for reading even though you're not into this show.
enairelands on June 24th, 2010 10:46 pm (UTC)
This was beautifully written. I adored every single word of it.

Excellent job. (:
ladykaru: Breathladykaru on June 24th, 2010 10:50 pm (UTC)
So, after your post on tv's favorite kiss, and remembering how a good friend of mine loves Gossip Girl, I decided to watch some scenes on youtube before watching GG for real.

And after reading this, I started my summer project on watching it. So, all in all, you're the solely responsible for making me watch this and fangirl over Chuck/Blair before even knowing the characters for real.

And also, gooooooood fic. There's something about bad boys, and in this case, promiscuous too, falling in love.
Jess: gg  ||  holdaboutbefore on June 25th, 2010 03:21 am (UTC)
I AM SO EXCITED YOU ARE GOING TO WATCH THIS! So excited! It's not just Chuck and Blair that's great, it's a little bit of everything. Please, please let me know how you like things as you watch it!

I really feel so honored to have got you to want to watch! Enjoy.

And yes - you just wait until this bad boy falls in love with that girl. And he falls SO in love with her. ♥

Edited at 2010-06-25 06:48 pm (UTC)
ladykaru: Gossip Girlladykaru on June 28th, 2010 01:23 pm (UTC)
Actually I'm waiting for mid-July to start to watch it. Y'know, after my exams are over. Or, and I'm sure of this, I won't stop watching and it will a week or two just watching all the three seasons.

And I'll be posting one thing or other as I catch up.

I read about the last episode this season, and I'm well aware Chuck and Blair won't be together just yet. So, I'm thinking the more time I take to catch up, closer I'll be to the premiere of the season 4!!
abelard369: blairabelard369 on June 25th, 2010 12:55 am (UTC)
This is really lovely and beautiful. B.'s childhood dreams coming true, after a long and circuitous journey taking unexpected turns. You're a terrific writer!!!
potential_zeppo on June 25th, 2010 02:50 am (UTC)
What a perfect little fic<3 Loved this all, it had perfection characterization the whole way through.

“This time I’m going to use my tongue.” --> I can SO see a young Chuck announcing this with confidence.

Now I'm all nostalgic for pre-pilot/S1 Chair when everything is new and they are unsure about everything<3
graygale: Blair and Chuckgraygale on June 25th, 2010 03:45 am (UTC)
This was a real cute fic to read. Loved it, a lot.
Sparkler: TEH SQUEEEEEEE! XDDDDlilblueunicorn on June 25th, 2010 10:45 am (UTC)
Awwww!!! :D This was so SWEET!!!!!

I love this fic so much. :D

-§parky
outofthelabels: backtothestartoutofthelabels on June 25th, 2010 12:27 pm (UTC)
full circle indeed. wonderful writing.
let's dance, douchebag!xshorty24x on June 25th, 2010 01:13 pm (UTC)
adfkjhsdkfjhsdkfjhy the little details you've included in this, omg i am blown away.

He smiles a little, and she can’t help but mirror him. He touches her hair and smirks, “We could have sex.”

DUDE THAT WAS MY FAVOURITE PART, BECAUSE I WAS SMILING TOO.
Kiss of Death: Trifectaartemisphoenix on June 27th, 2010 04:31 pm (UTC)
I love minis! I love the first kiss. And Chuck in formal wear. He learns so much from Bart! ♥ At 7, he wants to use tongue! So adorable.

I love that he came into her bed at the sleepover. I love their banter.

SHE CALLED HIM! I love when she calls him after Harold leaves. (Even if S is gone and Nate doesn't pick up. She doesn't call her 'friends.' Always Chuck!) He's an awesome BFF.

Sexy times! Woot! Also, I love the CN love bits. Oh boys. (I like that B knows this.)

Ending! Yes! *SQUEAL* Buy it! Always have it! So cute. And them references back to the first kiss!

And S not wanting to get married, but SN are pregnant! WOOT! (also, B already ships future babies! I ALWAYS DO TOO!)