A/N:OMFG!!I didn't write this,but I found it on Fanfiction.Net and LOVED it!!!I wanted to share my joy with all of you!Of course I'm happy because it's about CHair!And later on,something happens to Blair and Chuck's there for her...oops!I'm not gonna go on rambling anymore..I don't wanna ruin the story for you!Anyway,ENJOY!
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Why do I have to be the one to go first? I was the one who waited on that helipad for you.
That's ancient history.
You were the one who started this.
And you're the one who finished it.
Blair awoke with a start, shielding her eyes from the glaring sun. She had the same dream again, and it still wasn't changing. Maybe because that was how they left things. All she wanted was for Chuck to say it first. She deserved that much after all he had put her through. But no, it had to be her. It was always her. She dropped her head into one of the pillows and screamed her lungs out.
Suddenly, the door flew open and Dorota was standing at attention. "Miss Blair?!"
"Mm hm?" Blair answered, looking up, hair a tangled mess. "I'm fine. I won't be having any breakfast this morning, so don't bother."
Dorota only nodded and left the room. She had to try and avoid him by any means necessary today, and the only way to do that was to get to school extra early. If there was one thing Chuck Bass never did, it was arrive on time.
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"Oh, it's you. Thought I might have almost run down someone important." Blair sneered, almost tripping over Vanessa on the way out of Starbuck's. What the hell was she doing in Manhattan, anyway? "Are you lost?" Blair asked, eyeing the flyers in her hand.
Vanessa turned away from Blair, hoping she'd go away quickly. "Morning to you too, Blair. No, I'm putting up some ads for my sister's show."
"This is her band?" Blair asked curiously, snatching one of the yellow flyer's. They were playing in Brooklyn tonight. THIS WAS PERFECT! A seedy club in Brooklyn, full of college guys (fresh meat), and God knows what else? Maybe it was a bit on the desperate side, but how jealous would this make Chuck? It was just too easy.
"Yep. They're pretty good actually. Looking to get more exposure though, hence the taping in Manhattan." Vanessa explained.
Blair followed Vanessa farther down the sidewalk until they were two blocks over. "Hey...!" Blair called happily, a fake smile plastered on her face.
"Okay, seriously, what the hell? Less than a week ago we were ready to tear each other's guts out with tridents."
"Yeah, I don't know what a trident is exactly, but... Look, I don't like you. I'll admit that. And I know you don't like me. But I'd like to try and bury the hatchet. You know, I'm on this trying to better myself kick." Blair lied, still with the pathetic smile on her face. This was getting ridiculous, but something had to be done. Her new mission was to drive Bass utterly insane, and yes, she chose to accept it at full force.
"Still not following. Getting bored too, as a matter-of-fact." Vanessa rolled her eyes, glancing down at her watch. Of course, she had nowhere to be. She was off work for the day. But any extended amount of time around Blair Waldorf felt like work. "You don't want to....?" She trailed off.
"I'd love to! Thank you for the invitation." Blair smiled, folding the flyer neatly into her purse.
"Wait, you... actually want to come?" Vanessa asked, slightly horrified. Was this some kind of an alternate universe?
"...with you, yes. You did just invite me, didn't you?" Blair asked, trying to act disappointed.
Vanessa fidgeted a bit and finally gave in. She may as well be the bigger person in this awful situation. "I mean, come if you want. It's only five bucks a head, so it's not like you can't afford it." This next part was going to be especially hard. Why she was attempting to be nice to Blair was beyond her. "The club is actually kind of hard to find if you don't know Brooklyn well, so if you want I can meet you at your place. We can just split the cab fare."
Blair made a face. There was no way in hell she was showing up in a cab. "Tell you what, why don't you meet me at my place tonight and we'll just take the town car? I have a driver."
"Of course you do." Vanessa retorted, smiling back at her. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'll be there. Seven o'clock, okay?"
"Perfect."
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B: R u in Spanish?
S: Ya. U?
B: Free period.
S: Lucky bitch.
B: Want to come w/ tonite? Going to a club in Brooklyn.
S: No way! WTFH? By urself?
B: Vanessa.
S: Um... y?
B: g2g. ttyl.
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"Sorry I couldn't talk earlier. The girls cornered me. Something about organizing some mixer next month for a dog charity." Blair said, with an eye roll, walking alongside Serena in the quad.
"Yeah, I was completely confused by your message. You said you were going to some club in Brooklyn with Vanessa, of all people? I thought you guys had that big thing..." Serena asked.
Blair shook her head, sitting down on the concrete steps. "This has nothing to do with her, and everything to do with him."
"I should have known this was about Chuck. It always is with you two these days." Serena joked, digging through her bag for an energy bar.
"It is not!" Blair snapped, glaring at her friend.
Serena only looked back in shock.
"It's not just about him. Maybe I just want a night out doing something semi-not normal. I'd have a lot more fun if you'd come, though."
"I've got Lily duty tonight. Bart's on another trip. She's lonely and very clingy. Bad combination." Serena explained. "Maybe I could ask Dan to go with you and Vanessa? I just... I don't know. I know you guys don't exactly get along and if we're being honest, it's not really your scene."
"It's one night, S. What's the big deal? And I'll probably ditch the bitch when we get there. We're just going together. I don't want to show up by myself, anyway, even if it is with her." Blair shuddered.
"I don't think it's a good idea, B. You won't know anyone. Why don't you just wait until I can come with?" Serena asked, worried.
Blair gave her a strange look. "Serena, I think I can handle myself for one night at some lesbian band fundraising benefit... whatever it is." Serena still didn't look convinced. Blair pulled her hair back, rolling her eyes, realizing she really was worried. "Oh God, okay, I'll text you when I get home. Happy?"
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Next Chapter: Blair and Vanessa leave for the club. Chuck has a strange reaction when Serena tells him of Blair's plans for the evening.
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Why do I have to be the one to go first? I was the one who waited on that helipad for you.
That's ancient history.
You were the one who started this.
And you're the one who finished it.
Blair awoke with a start, shielding her eyes from the glaring sun. She had the same dream again, and it still wasn't changing. Maybe because that was how they left things. All she wanted was for Chuck to say it first. She deserved that much after all he had put her through. But no, it had to be her. It was always her. She dropped her head into one of the pillows and screamed her lungs out.
Suddenly, the door flew open and Dorota was standing at attention. "Miss Blair?!"
"Mm hm?" Blair answered, looking up, hair a tangled mess. "I'm fine. I won't be having any breakfast this morning, so don't bother."
Dorota only nodded and left the room. She had to try and avoid him by any means necessary today, and the only way to do that was to get to school extra early. If there was one thing Chuck Bass never did, it was arrive on time.
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"Oh, it's you. Thought I might have almost run down someone important." Blair sneered, almost tripping over Vanessa on the way out of Starbuck's. What the hell was she doing in Manhattan, anyway? "Are you lost?" Blair asked, eyeing the flyers in her hand.
Vanessa turned away from Blair, hoping she'd go away quickly. "Morning to you too, Blair. No, I'm putting up some ads for my sister's show."
"This is her band?" Blair asked curiously, snatching one of the yellow flyer's. They were playing in Brooklyn tonight. THIS WAS PERFECT! A seedy club in Brooklyn, full of college guys (fresh meat), and God knows what else? Maybe it was a bit on the desperate side, but how jealous would this make Chuck? It was just too easy.
"Yep. They're pretty good actually. Looking to get more exposure though, hence the taping in Manhattan." Vanessa explained.
Blair followed Vanessa farther down the sidewalk until they were two blocks over. "Hey...!" Blair called happily, a fake smile plastered on her face.
"Okay, seriously, what the hell? Less than a week ago we were ready to tear each other's guts out with tridents."
"Yeah, I don't know what a trident is exactly, but... Look, I don't like you. I'll admit that. And I know you don't like me. But I'd like to try and bury the hatchet. You know, I'm on this trying to better myself kick." Blair lied, still with the pathetic smile on her face. This was getting ridiculous, but something had to be done. Her new mission was to drive Bass utterly insane, and yes, she chose to accept it at full force.
"Still not following. Getting bored too, as a matter-of-fact." Vanessa rolled her eyes, glancing down at her watch. Of course, she had nowhere to be. She was off work for the day. But any extended amount of time around Blair Waldorf felt like work. "You don't want to....?" She trailed off.
"I'd love to! Thank you for the invitation." Blair smiled, folding the flyer neatly into her purse.
"Wait, you... actually want to come?" Vanessa asked, slightly horrified. Was this some kind of an alternate universe?
"...with you, yes. You did just invite me, didn't you?" Blair asked, trying to act disappointed.
Vanessa fidgeted a bit and finally gave in. She may as well be the bigger person in this awful situation. "I mean, come if you want. It's only five bucks a head, so it's not like you can't afford it." This next part was going to be especially hard. Why she was attempting to be nice to Blair was beyond her. "The club is actually kind of hard to find if you don't know Brooklyn well, so if you want I can meet you at your place. We can just split the cab fare."
Blair made a face. There was no way in hell she was showing up in a cab. "Tell you what, why don't you meet me at my place tonight and we'll just take the town car? I have a driver."
"Of course you do." Vanessa retorted, smiling back at her. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'll be there. Seven o'clock, okay?"
"Perfect."
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B: R u in Spanish?
S: Ya. U?
B: Free period.
S: Lucky bitch.
B: Want to come w/ tonite? Going to a club in Brooklyn.
S: No way! WTFH? By urself?
B: Vanessa.
S: Um... y?
B: g2g. ttyl.
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"Sorry I couldn't talk earlier. The girls cornered me. Something about organizing some mixer next month for a dog charity." Blair said, with an eye roll, walking alongside Serena in the quad.
"Yeah, I was completely confused by your message. You said you were going to some club in Brooklyn with Vanessa, of all people? I thought you guys had that big thing..." Serena asked.
Blair shook her head, sitting down on the concrete steps. "This has nothing to do with her, and everything to do with him."
"I should have known this was about Chuck. It always is with you two these days." Serena joked, digging through her bag for an energy bar.
"It is not!" Blair snapped, glaring at her friend.
Serena only looked back in shock.
"It's not just about him. Maybe I just want a night out doing something semi-not normal. I'd have a lot more fun if you'd come, though."
"I've got Lily duty tonight. Bart's on another trip. She's lonely and very clingy. Bad combination." Serena explained. "Maybe I could ask Dan to go with you and Vanessa? I just... I don't know. I know you guys don't exactly get along and if we're being honest, it's not really your scene."
"It's one night, S. What's the big deal? And I'll probably ditch the bitch when we get there. We're just going together. I don't want to show up by myself, anyway, even if it is with her." Blair shuddered.
"I don't think it's a good idea, B. You won't know anyone. Why don't you just wait until I can come with?" Serena asked, worried.
Blair gave her a strange look. "Serena, I think I can handle myself for one night at some lesbian band fundraising benefit... whatever it is." Serena still didn't look convinced. Blair pulled her hair back, rolling her eyes, realizing she really was worried. "Oh God, okay, I'll text you when I get home. Happy?"
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Next Chapter: Blair and Vanessa leave for the club. Chuck has a strange reaction when Serena tells him of Blair's plans for the evening.
