Warnings: There’s cursing, drug & alcohol abuse and above all things, spoilers for 1x15 ‘Desperately Seeking Serena’ although this is kinda AU.
29. Hell
Georgina Sparks is diabolical.
And not the kind of diabolical that can be fun. She’s diabolical in the way she’s manipulative, cruel, unscrupulous and she shows a love for destruction that could be compared to the combined force of two atomic bombs or a tsunami. She causes trouble wherever she goes, any place she sets foot on is turned into a battlefield, chaos is her middle name. She swears she just wants to have fun and perhaps it’s true, but the only kind of fun she knows is the sort that ends in tears, overdoses and charges filed at the police station.
More than once he’s been told that Georgina Sparks is his doppelgänger, a female, blue-eyed version of himself. Even Gossip Girl has commented on her stupid blog that the King and Queen of Mayhem should’ve been the best of friends.
Like many of the things that nosy loser writes on her lame blog, it’s absolutely moronic, because Georgina Sparks and Chuck Bass have been sworn enemies since the world started spinning and UES’ kids go to parties. Some people talk about an incident when they were in kindergarten involving an ink tank that somehow crashed on the back of Georgina’s head, right after she mocked him because neither of his parents went to any of his school meetings. Others still remember that one time at camp when they were in fourth grade, when she managed to lock him up in the girls’ dressing room without his clothes, years before the situation could have any appeal for him. Even less people know about some of the humiliations they’ve inflicted on each other through the years and the parties, and there might be a thing or two about them that no one will ever know about.
The reasons, however, are irrelevant. Georgina is a hurricane that tears everything apart and no matter what people might say, Chuck has never been interested in destruction just for the sake of it. Even though he conceals it under snide remarks and a constant flow of alcohol, Chuck enjoys some order in his life, order that goes against the universe but it’s order all the same. He doesn’t like to see it broken by an external force. He will never forgive Blair Waldorf all the chaos she provoked at Victrola that night – or all its subsequent nights, for that matter – just to walk away and leave him picking up the broken pieces.
He won’t forgive her either that she used him just to throw him away afterwards or that she turned down the only honest offer he’s ever made to a girl in his entire life, but that’s not the point.
Georgina Sparks is diabolical. She can turn everyone’s lives into a living hell in the blink of an eye, and Chuck isn’t really surprised that he’s gotten thrown out of the family penthouse because of the presents she sent Serena. Somehow, she’s always managed to screw up his life without even trying.
That’s why he doesn’t feel surprised when Serena calls him to tell him that her night out with Georgina has taken a turn for the worse. Perhaps it should surprise him that she’s called him of all people for help, but it’s not the first time and Chuck suspects it won’t be the last, because Serena has never learnt to deal with Georgina Sparks. And who else could Serena call? Saint Humphrey? The always-proper Blair? Just the thought makes him laugh out loud.
If he knew what he’s about to find, he wouldn’t laugh so much, though.
It doesn’t take him long to get to the club Serena told him, and the never-ending line at the front door is irrelevant because he’s a Bass and they let him in at once.
The place is packed with people and even Serena Van der Woodsen’s golden head is hard to distinguish among the crowd. For a fleeting instant he wonders why he’s coming to his soon-to-be stepsister’s rescue. If anyone asked, he’d say that he just wants to be in her good graces so he can sleep with her and break the last taboo on his list. However, the truth is slightly less twisted and interesting. He hates Georgina Sparks with a passion and he would do anything to screw her, whereas he’s never actually disliked Serena in spite of what most people might think. Perhaps he enjoys making her suffer, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t miss her a little when she went off to boarding school – Serena always created such hilarious messes – and he suspects that’s where she’ll end up once Georgina is done with her… or in the worst case scenario, rehab.
Serena finds him first and by the way she keeps tripping over her own feet and zigzagging he guesses she’s already downed more than one drink. However, he’s surprised when he sees she’s not wearing the goofy grin that means she’s drunk out of her mind, on the verge of table-dancing and maybe-sleeping-with-her-best-friend’s-boyfriend. Actually, Serena looks worried. Almost scared.
‘Oh, Chuck, thank goodness you’re here, I was going nuts.’
Under normal circumstances Chuck would’ve seized his chance to deliver a lecherous remark or two, but the anxiety in Serena’s voice and the fear in her eyes set off the alarms in his brain.
‘Where’s Georgina?’
‘No idea, I think she left with some guy,’ Serena replies, twisting her hands. ‘It’s not her I’m worried about, it’s Blair.’
Chuck’s certain he’s misunderstood her, because there’s no way Georgina and Blair can stay in a radius of several miles without trying to kill each other. If there’s one thing Chuck and Blair have always got in common was their mutual hatred for Georgina. And their mutual fondness of Nate. And the love for Machiavellian plots and the lack of scruples, and Chuck really shouldn’t be thinking about this.
‘Blair? What’s Blair doing here?’
Serena bites her lower lip, looking somewhat guilty.
‘It’s just that when Georgina asked me to go out for drinks I asked Blair to come with me, because you know what Georgina’s like, she wasn’t going to let me have just one drink and she was going to keep pushing and I wouldn’t have been able to say no to her and you can bet I would have kept drinking and drinking until I ended up on the floor so I asked Blair to come so she could, you know, stop me from doing anything stupid and back then it seemed like a good idea but now I guess it really wasn’t.’
Serena blurts it all out without stopping to breathe and after Chuck can finally process it all he rolls his eyes, because it’s damn obvious that Blair hasn’t done a good job. Serena might still be conscious, but she’s far from being sober.
‘And where is Blair now?’
Serena tries to turn around but trips over her own feet and Chuck has to grab her arm so she doesn’t fall on top of some Paris Hilton’s clone. The girl’s skin has a greenish hue now and Chuck swears that he’ll leave her to her own devices if she throws up on his shoes. Serena regains her balance and the control of her stomach, though, and points to the bar. Chuck’s gaze follows her finger and he finds Blair perched on top of some guy’s lap, a guy who seems to be at least thirty-five years old and whose hand is dangerously moving upwards on her thigh.
A knot forms in his stomach and he feels the sudden urge to break something, anything, but he swallows back bilis as well as he can.
‘Oh. I see she’s having a better time than you.’
Serena recovers enough coordination to elbow him. Hard.
‘Don’t you get it, Chuck? Blair’s not fine; she’s acting all weird. I don’t know what’s wrong with her, but ten minutes ago she wanted to take off her blouse in front of everybody and before that she tried to snatch the mic from the DJ so she could sing “Bleeding Love”. And it was the remix version and you know how much she hates it.’
Chuck understands at once the seriousness of the current situation, because it might not be the first time Blair strips in public, but it’s a worldly known fact that Blair Waldorf will never sing if there’s anyone listening. It’s like asking her to wear football gear or a cowboy hat: it’s just not possible.
Chuck takes long strides towards Blair, who seems unaware of her new friend’s wandering hands, whereas Serena tries to keep up with him without hitting her forehead against the floor. By the time they reach the bar his pulse is racing due to repressed fury and his hands are clenched in fists so tight that he’ll get red marks all over his palms. Paying no attention to Blair’s giggles, he grabs her by the arm and pulls her off the guy’s lap, and then he pushes her towards Serena, who can barely catch her.
‘Hey!’ Blair exclaims, but he ignores her because the guy has just stood up and he’s at least two feet – okay, maybe just one – taller than Chuck, with ham-like arms and a rather unhappy look on his face.
Well, he’d better, thinks Chuck, because he doesn’t feel that happy either.
‘Who the hell do you think you are?’
‘I’m Chuck Bass,’ he replies, with the same smugness as though he’d said, “I’m Prince Harry”, because in the UES it’s more or less the same thing. ‘And she is…’
If Chuck were fond of symmetry, he could finish that sentence saying: “my little sister” right before punching him in the eye, but we must all be aware of our own shortcomings and anyway, he would need a stool or otherwise his fist would never reach his eye.
‘She’s underage,’ he says instead, ‘and her father is a lawyer so if I were you, I wouldn’t risk being charged for statutory rape.’
The guy blanches and leaves, muttering something along the lines “she said she was twenty, damnit”. It takes Chuck several deep breaths before his pulse goes back to normal.
‘Chuck, I was talking to that boy. He was telling me that he met Donatella Versace and… what are you doing here? Did Serena invite you too? ‘Cause I don’t think it was Georgina, I think she hates you even more than she hates me…’
Chuck flinches. It’s the first time Blair talks to him since that disastrous night at the hotel’s bar. And if he needed further proof that something’s off, then he finds it in the eerie smile plastered on the girl’s face as she talks, bouncing like that damned bunny with the batteries. He exchanges a worried glance with Serena, who looks as shocked as he feels.
‘What the hell did she drink?’
Serena shakes her head, confused.
‘I don’t know, but it didn’t seem like she was drinking that much. I think I only saw her drink that…’
‘What’re you talking about?’ Blair cuts her in. ‘Of course I didn’t drink that much, it’s a school night. I only had that Cosmo. Chuck, your shirt is hideous. The one you wore yesterday suited you better.’
Ignoring her last remark, he grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her towards him. Blair keeps smiling, her eyes wide open, her pupils enormous. Chuck’s stomach is knotted and he curses under his breath.
‘Serena, she’s not drunk. She’s high.’
The blonde girl’s eyes widen.
‘But, how…?’
‘I’m not high,’ Blair interjects, still smiling unnaturally. ‘I told you, I only had that Cosmo.’
Chuck glares at Serena, because Blair is already a lost cause.
‘I never believed you’d be moronic enough to accept drinks from strangers, Serena. Haven’t you learned anything in all these years of partying and boozing?’
The girl frowns and places her hands on her hips. It would be a far more intimidating move if she weren’t staggering slightly.
‘We didn’t accept drinks from anyone, Chuck. Do you really think I’m that stupid?’
Chuck is saved from answering because in that moment Blair looks up, almost as though she understood what’s going on.
‘Georgina brought the drinks to our table. Well, she brought for her and Serena, because the bitch’s always hated me, but Serena had gone off to the restroom so I had her Cosmo.’ She turns towards Serena. ‘I was going to get you another one, I swear.’
Chuck looks at Serena. In her current state, it takes her a few extra seconds to jump to the obvious conclusion.
‘Chuck, you won’t believe that Georgina would…?’
‘Look, Serena, if there’s one thing I’m sure of, is that nothing ever happens by chance when Georgina is around. If your Cosmo was spiked, then she did it.’
Serena covers her mouth with her hand, horrified. At this point, Chuck is surprised that she can still be surprised at all by Georgina Sparks’ perversity.
‘Georgina drugged me? What a bitch,’ Blair comments with a giggle. ‘I always said she was such a… Oh, that’s the boy I told you about, S! See you later.’
Chuck grabs her by the arm and makes her sit on a stool.
‘You’re not going anywhere.’
‘Hey, it’s not like you’re my boyfriend or anything,’ she shoots back, but her sulky mood vanishes almost at once. ‘Oooohhh, I love this song. Let’s dance.’
And in the blink of an eye she’s heading towards the dance floor, bouncing. Chuck lets out a growl.
‘Stay here,’ he tells Serena and goes after Blair, who is already dancing with a guy that looks vaguely like Jason Priestley. Chuck does his best to control his nausea.
‘Excuse me,’ he says and, without waiting for the guy’s reaction, he grabs Blair’s arm, dragging her away.
They find Serena sitting in the same stool Blair’s just vacated, her hands grabbing the edge of the bar, her eyes still wide open with dread.
‘I can’t believe Georgina’s done it,’ she whines. ‘I told her how important it was for me to stay out of trouble and she said she got it, hell, she even said she found it inspiring, that if a girl like me could change maybe she could hope to do so as well…’
Chuck lets out a humorless chuckle.
‘Serena, only you could fall for that one. Georgina doesn’t want to change, she’s too happy just the way she is, screwing up everybody’s lives.’
‘It’s true,’ Blair pipes up, but she seems distracted by the barman, who Chuck wants to punch on the nose.
This is going to be a very long night.
‘I’ve got to find Georgina,’ says Serena, her resolved tone contradicting her wavering balance when she stands up. ‘She’s got a few things to explain.’
‘Serena, I really don’t think…’
But before he can finish that sentence her golden head is disappearing among the crowd. Letting out a snort Chuck follows her, holding Blair close all the way. He could leave her to her own devices so she makes a fool of herself, but not even him is that cruel and he has some rather frightening suspicions regarding what sort of drug Georgina spiked her drink with. He might be still mad at Blair, but he dreads what might happen to her if he leaves her alone.
The journey across the dance floor is wearying. It’s almost impossible to move two steps forward: Serena can’t walk in a straight line and has to rely on Chuck’s shoulder every now and then so she doesn’t fall and Blair keeps bouncing and squeaking and being alarmingly touchy-feely with Serena, Chuck and anyone – and it’s really anyone – that crosses their path. Chuck never thought that a night at a club with two gorgeous, slightly intoxicated girls could be such a nightmare. All the time he has to stop and hold Blair back so she doesn’t do something crazy like unbutton her blouse or start table-dancing.
‘C’mon, as though it were the first time I strip-teased in public,’ Blair says nonchalantly and unfortunately Serena is still sober enough to stare at her friend, her eyes round as saucers.
‘Blair, what’re you talking about?’
‘Serena, can’t you see she’s delusional?’ Chuck intervenes, beginning to grow desperate. Blair looks surprised.
‘But, Chuck, you were there. It was the same night that…’
‘Isn’t that Georgina?’
Of course it’s not Georgina, but Serena falls for it like always and fortunately Blair gets distracted and stops making incriminating confessions.
For now, at least.
After a while, even Serena is willing to admit that their search is futile and Chuck suggests getting back at Georgina another day, that he’ll help her gladly. Serena agrees reluctantly and they go to get their coats. Blair gives a kiss on the cheek to the girl that hands them over their coats at once despite the long line before them – a hundred dollar bill takes care of that – and tells her that if she didn’t have S already she would’ve picked her as her new best friend.
Chuck would burst into laughter if he weren’t so exhausted, his headache about to turn into a migraine because of the deafening music and suddenly he remembers why he never comes to this sort of places sober. The girl in question doesn’t look particularly shocked by Blair’s behavior and Chuck guesses that after working a while in a place like this you get to the point you’ve nearly seen it all.
When they’re finally approaching the front door and Chuck’s already letting out a sigh of relief, Serena’s face turns green and she has to run towards the restroom. Chuck and Blair sit on some sort of chaise lounge while they wait, and he entertains himself by driving away the boys that approach Blair to flatter her.
‘You know what? You used to be more fun,’ she snarls after Chuck threatens to take legal action against a boy who wanted to give her his cell phone number. ‘Are you defending my virtue or what?’
‘Which virtue?’ he shoots back and she lets out a giggle.
‘You’re right, I’d forgotten.’
He hasn’t, of course. That seems to be the story of their lives, though. She moves on as though nothing had ever happened while he is doomed to remember even the most insignificant detail.
Suddenly Blair turns serious, or as serious as she can manage while being drugged out of her mind.
‘Hey, Chuck,’ she whispers and he has to lean in to listen, ‘do you really believe all those awful things you told me that night? Because I thought you did, but now you’re looking out for me and I though that, I don’t know, maybe you didn’t anymore.’
Chuck opens his mouth to reply, but when he sees her huge chocolate eyes fixed on him, a hopeful spark in them, the lie dies on his lips.
‘I never meant those things, Blair. I just told you that because I was mad at you, not because I believed it.’
‘Really?’ she says, her voice resembling a little girl’s. ‘So you don’t think I’m disgusting?’
‘Blair, you couldn’t be disgusting even if you tried.’
She gives him a dazzling smile and his heart clenches when he thinks she needs a drug to be so open and sincere.
‘Then you must like me, at least a little bit.’
‘Blair, who the hell cares whether…?’ begins Chuck, trying to avoid this conversation, until he realizes that Blair won’t remember a single word of it in the morning.
It’s now or never, he thinks and decides to throw caution to the winds.
‘Of course I like you, Blair. You’re the only girl I really like, the only one I ever cared about.’
Blair’s lips are parted, her eyes wide open and Chuck smiles sadly as he tucks a rebellious curl behind her ear, his fingers caressing her cheek.
You’re the one I’ve fallen in love with, he thinks and he doesn’t realize that he’s said it out loud until Blair lets out a gasp and a horridly familiar voice is heard behind them:
‘Aw, how sweet. Who would’ve seen it coming, the terrible Chuck Bass falling for Snow White Waldorf?’
This can’t be happening to me thinks Chuck desperately, his throat dry and a knot forming in his stomach, his blood frozen in his veins.
Despite his wishes it is happening and when he turns around he sees an evil smirk plastered all over Georgina Sparks’ face, who is watching them lounging against a pillar, a wicked glint in her blue eyes.
‘Really, Bass, how touching. I would’ve never expected it from you and I’m pretty sure neither did Archibald. What do you think he’ll say when he finds out?’
‘I don’t think he’ll care that much,’ intervenes Blair, eerily calm. ‘He’s dating Michael Moore now.’
Both of them turn to stare at her, thunderstruck, Georgina because she doesn’t get what Blair’s talking about and Chuck because he does.
‘Nathaniel’s dating Brooklyn’s friend? Are you kidding me?’
‘Nope,’ Blair says, almost indifferent. ‘I saw them together after the SAT’s.’
It takes Chuck a moment to absorb this new piece of information. He might not be on speaking terms with Nathaniel, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care and to say Chuck doesn’t like Vanessa and her stupid camera is like saying he’s not a good student. What shocks him the most is how calm Blair seems about the whole thing.
‘Well, it could have been worse,’ she says nonchalantly. ‘It could’ve been Penelope or Little J.’ She scrunches up her nose, disgusted. ‘At least Vanessa is not that bad. Do you remember when she took your ten thousand dollars for that tape and then…?’
Fortunately for them both Blair can’t give Georgina any more ammunition because a shrill voice makes them all jump.
‘Georgina! How could you do that to me?’
Serena’s face looks less green and more crimson now that rage ignites in her eyes. Georgina shrugs.
‘What do you want me to say? The new S bores me to death and that’s not you. Do you really expect me to believe that you’re happy with your bohemian boyfriend, your new life as a sober woman and that prude of Waldorf as your best friend?’
‘Hey!’ Blair exclaims, annoyed. ‘I’m not a prude, actually, I have…’
Chuck covers her mouth with his hand before she can keep giving away dangerous information. Serena’s eyes are filled with unshed tears.
‘I am happy, Georgina. I’m much happier than I ever was when I went out to get drunk with you every night, much happier than I was when I woke up every morning with a hangover, not even knowing where I was. Why do you have to ruin everything?’
An unfathomable look darkens Georgina’s face, unfathomable to everyone but Chuck, who knows that no matter how diabolical, manipulative and destructive a person might be, it doesn’t mean they don’t have a broken heart.
But Georgina would rather die than let anyone see it, because it’s easier to lash out at those we care about than show how much they can hurt us and that is something Chuck also understands.
‘S, don’t make me laugh. You new life is pathetic and how long do you think you’ll be able to keep it up? You know as well as I do that all this idiocy of being a ‘good girl’ doesn’t suit you. Before you know it, you’ll be downing vodka like in the old good days, and no one will ever believe that you’re content with just one guy – ’
‘Shut up, Georgina. Why don’t you just go away and let me be?’ Serena snaps but there’s a note of insecurity in her voice, because there are certain things you can’t get rid of no matter how hard you try and she knows it.
Georgina smiles, a creepy smirk that doesn’t bode well for any of them.
‘Okay, I’ll leave. I can tell when I’m not appreciated.’
Really? thinks Chuck, surprised, but he keeps his mouth shut. Georgina raises her hands in surrender.
‘I won’t stay if you don’t want me around, S. Tomorrow I’ll leave for Switzerland so you don’t have to see me ever again, I promise I won’t bother you anymore.’
Serena looks both relieved and guilty, but Chuck doesn’t buy any of it. His suspicions are confirmed when right before taking her leave Georgina gives him a twisted smirk.
‘See you, Bass. You know, it was rather… interesting to see you again. Well, at least I won’t forget all you’ve said tonight, right? Actually, I daresay it has been etched on my brain.’
Her laughter rings in his ears over the loud music, and she throws them a kiss before disappearing in the crowd. Serena gives him a confused glance and only then Chuck realizes that his hand is still over Blair’s mouth.
‘Bitch,’ is the first thing Blair says when he lets go. ‘I’ve never liked her.’
Once they’re in the limo Blair amuses herself by singing an old Spice Girls’ song at the top of her lungs and Chuck remembers why she refuses to sing in public. Serena isn’t paying any attention to her: she’s staring out the opposite window, and Chuck pretends he doesn’t see the tears rolling down her cheeks because he’s not in the mood to comfort her. After a while Blair stops yelling, although she keeps bouncing on her seat and Serena apparently falls asleep, because she doesn’t even stir when a cell starts to ring.
It’s already an ingrained reflex for him so Chuck automatically picks up, but he regrets it at once when he hears Humphrey’s not-so-happy voice at the other end.
‘Chuck? Why do you have Serena’s cell?’
‘She left it here,’ he lies at once. ‘And before you ask no, Humphrey, I don’t know where she is.’
‘Why would she go to your suite…? Well, it doesn’t matter. She was supposed to be with Blair but she doesn’t pick up her phone either and I don’t know why I’m telling you this, it’s not like you care.’
‘You’re right, I don’t,’ Chuck agrees, about to hang up when Blair asks:
‘Is that Cabbage Patch?’
‘Is that Blair?’
Great. Just great.
‘No, it’s not Waldorf. I don’t know if your girlfriend told you, but we’re no longer on speaking terms. Now, if you don’t mind –’
Before he can finish that sentence, though, Blair takes the phone out of his hand. Chuck tries to snatch it back before a disaster takes place, but then Blair speaks with a voice that doesn’t sound at all like her own, a convincing French accent making her words almost impossible to understand.
‘Look, sweetie, Mr. Bass and I are kinda busy right now, so I’d appreciate it if you called back later. Au revoir.’
Chuck gapes at her.
‘Since when can you do voices?’
She gives him a smug smirk.
‘I’ve got many hidden talents, Bass.’
‘I bet you do, Waldorf.’
It’s almost, almost like in the old days. But back then Blair Waldorf’s closeness neither made his pulse race nor sent shivers down his spine, and she’s looking at him with bright eyes and parted ruby lips.
Chuck knows this is unforgivable. He knows he has no excuse, he knows he’ll regret it because despite what most people might think, he still has a little bit of a conscience in him, as well as a scrape of survival instinct. Even so, even so, temptation is too strong, instinct too intense and before letting himself think about it he’s leaning to kiss her. Not only she doesn’t move away – of course she doesn’t – but she also kisses him back with the same intensity, and in an instant she’s on his lap, her thin fingers entangled in his hair, her slender legs wrapped around his waist. There’s something desperate and frenetic in the way Chuck kisses her until there’s no air left in his lungs, trying to drink her breath, her scent; his hand are exploring the skin underneath her blouse, skin that burns when he touches it, and he can’t stop even though he knows it’s wrong, that she won’t even remember it tomorrow, that Serena is sleeping in the opposite side of the limo and that this is insane, this can only end with sharp daggers sinking into his chest when she tosses him away once more.
But his mind is in a haze when she arches her back, pressing her chest against his, her hips creating an intoxicating friction between them, a familiar and alluring purr escaping from her lips when he covers her throat with kisses. He wants her, with a passion and an intensity he’s never felt before and it’s never been farther from the truth what he’s told her that night at the bar than it is in this very moment, because he needs her, he needs her more than breathing because he could give up oxygen if he could just keep kissing her until they are both out of breath and brain cells.
When Blair starts to fumble with his belt, though, something snaps inside his head and he regains enough sense to push Blair away. She moans quietly when their lips grow apart and Chuck swallows. This is the worst of all circles in hell: seeing right in front of him what he’s desired for so long, knowing she’s offering herself willingly – although deep down he knows that’s not true – knowing there will be no consequences for his actions. And despite all that, although Chuck Bass is neither a gentleman nor a nice person, it doesn’t mean he’s a monster.
He can see the reproachful look in Blair’s brown eyes when he makes her sit back on the leather seat but he can’t give in to temptation, not like this, not when he knows he won’t be able to stop.
‘Not like this, Blair,’ he whispers, his voice desperate, broken. ‘I can’t have you like this.’
‘But I want to –’
‘No, Blair, you don’t and you won’t even remember this tomorrow but I will and I can’t. Not like this.’
Before she can stop him he moves away from her and sits at the opposite end of the limo, in front of Serena, who is sleeping so soundly Chuck would be scared if it wasn’t for her soft snoring.
Blair purses her lips and looks in the opposite direction, her arms folded over her chest and Chuck tries not to stare at her wrinkled blouse, at her reddened cheeks or her shimmering skin because otherwise temptation would be far too hard to resist.
Blood is pumping very fast in his veins and he’s starting to feel asphyxia, so he opens the window, hoping the chilly night air will cool down his feverish mind and body. When the frigid air fills the limo Serena, who wouldn’t have woken up not even for a tsunami, opens her eyes, unfocused and with a confused look in them.
Blair comes back to life suddenly and shakes her up to tell her, giggling, about Humphrey’s call and Serena hasn’t even listened to a single word when her friend is already babbling about some Cedric guy who needs new clothes ASAP (Chuck decides that at times, ignorance is indeed bliss.) He sees by the corner of his eye that Serena is looking at him, perhaps because she wants him to tell her about Humphrey’s call, but Chuck doesn’t dare to look at her. Serena might not be completely sober, but he feels like all his feelings and thoughts are written all over his forehead and he doesn’t want a new black eye for abusing another helpless girl. He had enough with the one her boyfriend gave him back then, thank you very much.
Dorota eyes him as though she were convinced that it was Chuck who poisoned her beloved Miss Blair, and she doesn’t seem convinced by Serena’s explanation. Chuck suspects he won’t be welcomed at Chez Waldorf anymore, but it’s not like that’s any news at all.
Serena keeps apologizing, but Blair doesn’t see the problem yet and Chuck is too tired to listen to her.
‘Serena, save your apology for tomorrow, because once Blair is conscious again she’ll tear up your scalp. As for me… I’ll think of something.’
She bites her lip as a scowling Dorota checks up on Blair. Chuck wants to get out of there before the housekeeper turns into Nikita and shoots him, but Serena stops him.
‘Chuck, do you really think that… that Georgina was honest? Will she leave me alone, just like that?’
He lets out a sigh and chooses to be sincere.
‘No, Serena, I don’t. Georgina won’t be happy until she ruins everyone’s lives and sadly for you, you’ll be no exception.’
He doesn’t see surprise in her eyes, but after all Serena knows Georgina as well as he does.
‘What am I going to do?’
She’s almost begging now and normally Chuck wouldn’t care, but Georgina Sparks drives him crazy and tonight she’s crossed the line.
‘Look, the best you can do now is go to bed and recover a few brain cells. Tomorrow… we’ll see, okay? Oh, and you have to make up some convincing lie for your boyfriend, if you insist on keeping him in the dark.’
She nods, her expression desolate, and he turns to leave, not wanting to say goodbye to Blair.
‘Chuck… thank you.’
He shrugs.
‘You’ll pay me back, sis.’
Chuck’s predictions turn out to be sadly accurate and when Georgina drops a bomb against Serena on Gossip Girl’s blog, he gets a text message.
You’re next.
Chuck is not really surprised. Georgina Sparks is diabolical and she won’t stop until she turns their lives into a living hell.
He sends her another text message.
If I go down, you’ll go down with me.
Because two can play this game and anyway, Chuck Bass has lost his chance to get into Heaven a long time ago.
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