Revenge is sweeter than you ever were...
A Blair/Chuck Fanfiction
Title: Revenge is sweeter than you ever were...
Rating: PG
Summary:
"Revenge was right up there with shopping and party planning when it came to her strengths. She was ready for whatever Chuck could throw at her. She couldn't help but wonder if he was ready for the return of Blair Waldorf"
Blair realised, as she strode across the tarmac, that she was feeling more like herself than she had in a long time. It may have taken three weeks of isolation from everyone other than her father, her fathers’ model boyfriend and her best friend Serena (via phone) but finally, FINALLY she felt a little like Blair Waldorf, Queen B, again. And thank God for that, because she had worried that if she had continued to feel like she had been for much longer, she would have lost the real Blair Waldorf for good, and faded permanently into this lesser version of herself that she had been existing as for the last fortnight.
It had started with Chuck. Didn't it always start with Chuck for her? Or would it be more accurate to say that it started without Chuck, since it was him not being around that had triggered this feeling in her. She despised herself a little for feeling like this because of him, she would admit that. She'd always been good at accepting her shortcomings.
So she arrived in Tuscany and Chuck wasn't there. That didn’t really surprise her, since he hadn't been on the plane to Tuscany, but she still felt a pin-prick of disappointment. The pin turned into a knife, and the prick turned into a stab, and Chuck turned into the prick when he sent her a simple text message saying that he couldn't make it and then refused to answer her calls and shut himself off from the world. And so, once Blair had finished crying the tears that she would deny were for him till her dying day, she realised that there was no reason for her to stay in Tuscany and she set off immediately for France.
She had been looking forward to staying with her Dad for a long time, and for the first few days it was nice. Catching up with her Dad and Roman, and being in an entirely new place provided sufficient distraction initially, but as much as Blair loved her Father, there was a limit to a girl and her gay fathers common interests, and Blair found herself with nothing to divert her attention from Chuck. It was as though the whole situation was draining her of her energy.
About a week and a half into her stay, her father organised for the three of them to go on a tour of the local vineyards. He realised, perhaps, that Blair needed something, anything, to stop her thinking so much about whatever had happened before she had arrived, whatever it was that she wouldn't speak to him about that had resulted in her landing on his doorstep a full week earlier than expected. At one point during the tour, when her father and Roman had been laughing amongst themselves, the cute young tour guide had turned his attention fully to Blair. She had noticed this, realised that he was flirting with her, but even though she found him attractive she barely reacted to his advances. It wasn't even because she was still in love with Chuck (which didn't mean that she wasn't still in love with Chuck, because she knew deep down that she was and that it would take longer than this to get over him) but because she was so tired. She felt like a shadow that couldn't quite muster up the energy to put on her mask of make-up and pretend to be her former self. She remembered the girl in the sailor-style dress who had been practically glowing as she packed her bags and joked with Serena. She remembered marching confidently towards the helicopter, a spring in her step, not so long before. She didn't feel like that girl anymore. She didn't remember what it felt like to be that girl, but she wished she did.
There was no cute sailor inspired outfit today. Instead she was wearing a plain black dress over an equally plain black turtleneck. It was basically the same outfit she had worn since she had arrived. It wasn't like she was wearing black in mourning, she just couldn’t be bothered putting an outfit together. There were expensive looking carrier bags covering her temporary bedrooms floor (because shopping had always been her favourite form of anti-depressant) but as of yet her purchases remained unworn. It was almost like she didn't want to associate her new clothes with this lethargic feeling. Like if she wore them, it would attach itself to the clothes and spread, and she would never be rid of it.
But today was her last day in France, and her bags were packed and she was standing on the runway, and finally she had shaken the storm cloud that had followed her for the entirety of her trip. Maybe it was because she knew that when she landed, Serena would be waiting for her with a big sign with her name on it, which Blair would complain about and claim embarrassed her to no end, but deep down she would appreciate the sentiment. It could have been because she had made a departure from her recent uniform of black, and was wearing the deep red headband and matching scarf that her father had brought her, with her cream Burberry trench coat. It might have simply been coincidence.
But possibly it was because she knew that in just a few hours time she would be back in New York, where she could hunt down Chuck Bass and finally get some answers, even if she had to hold her nail scissors to his neck to get them. It really could have been any of those things. She couldn't hold back a smirk at the last thought. Revenge was right up there with shopping and party planning when it came to her strengths. She was ready for whatever Chuck could throw at her. She couldn't help but wonder if he was ready for the return of Blair Waldorf.
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I'm probably turning this into a multi-chapter affair, I have some ideas of where I want to go with it, but it depends on the response... Let me know your thoughts, comments, criticisms and ideas!
Thanks!
♥♥
Title: Revenge is sweeter than you ever were...
Rating: PG
Summary:
"Revenge was right up there with shopping and party planning when it came to her strengths. She was ready for whatever Chuck could throw at her. She couldn't help but wonder if he was ready for the return of Blair Waldorf"
Blair realised, as she strode across the tarmac, that she was feeling more like herself than she had in a long time. It may have taken three weeks of isolation from everyone other than her father, her fathers’ model boyfriend and her best friend Serena (via phone) but finally, FINALLY she felt a little like Blair Waldorf, Queen B, again. And thank God for that, because she had worried that if she had continued to feel like she had been for much longer, she would have lost the real Blair Waldorf for good, and faded permanently into this lesser version of herself that she had been existing as for the last fortnight.
It had started with Chuck. Didn't it always start with Chuck for her? Or would it be more accurate to say that it started without Chuck, since it was him not being around that had triggered this feeling in her. She despised herself a little for feeling like this because of him, she would admit that. She'd always been good at accepting her shortcomings.
So she arrived in Tuscany and Chuck wasn't there. That didn’t really surprise her, since he hadn't been on the plane to Tuscany, but she still felt a pin-prick of disappointment. The pin turned into a knife, and the prick turned into a stab, and Chuck turned into the prick when he sent her a simple text message saying that he couldn't make it and then refused to answer her calls and shut himself off from the world. And so, once Blair had finished crying the tears that she would deny were for him till her dying day, she realised that there was no reason for her to stay in Tuscany and she set off immediately for France.
She had been looking forward to staying with her Dad for a long time, and for the first few days it was nice. Catching up with her Dad and Roman, and being in an entirely new place provided sufficient distraction initially, but as much as Blair loved her Father, there was a limit to a girl and her gay fathers common interests, and Blair found herself with nothing to divert her attention from Chuck. It was as though the whole situation was draining her of her energy.
About a week and a half into her stay, her father organised for the three of them to go on a tour of the local vineyards. He realised, perhaps, that Blair needed something, anything, to stop her thinking so much about whatever had happened before she had arrived, whatever it was that she wouldn't speak to him about that had resulted in her landing on his doorstep a full week earlier than expected. At one point during the tour, when her father and Roman had been laughing amongst themselves, the cute young tour guide had turned his attention fully to Blair. She had noticed this, realised that he was flirting with her, but even though she found him attractive she barely reacted to his advances. It wasn't even because she was still in love with Chuck (which didn't mean that she wasn't still in love with Chuck, because she knew deep down that she was and that it would take longer than this to get over him) but because she was so tired. She felt like a shadow that couldn't quite muster up the energy to put on her mask of make-up and pretend to be her former self. She remembered the girl in the sailor-style dress who had been practically glowing as she packed her bags and joked with Serena. She remembered marching confidently towards the helicopter, a spring in her step, not so long before. She didn't feel like that girl anymore. She didn't remember what it felt like to be that girl, but she wished she did.
There was no cute sailor inspired outfit today. Instead she was wearing a plain black dress over an equally plain black turtleneck. It was basically the same outfit she had worn since she had arrived. It wasn't like she was wearing black in mourning, she just couldn’t be bothered putting an outfit together. There were expensive looking carrier bags covering her temporary bedrooms floor (because shopping had always been her favourite form of anti-depressant) but as of yet her purchases remained unworn. It was almost like she didn't want to associate her new clothes with this lethargic feeling. Like if she wore them, it would attach itself to the clothes and spread, and she would never be rid of it.
But today was her last day in France, and her bags were packed and she was standing on the runway, and finally she had shaken the storm cloud that had followed her for the entirety of her trip. Maybe it was because she knew that when she landed, Serena would be waiting for her with a big sign with her name on it, which Blair would complain about and claim embarrassed her to no end, but deep down she would appreciate the sentiment. It could have been because she had made a departure from her recent uniform of black, and was wearing the deep red headband and matching scarf that her father had brought her, with her cream Burberry trench coat. It might have simply been coincidence.
But possibly it was because she knew that in just a few hours time she would be back in New York, where she could hunt down Chuck Bass and finally get some answers, even if she had to hold her nail scissors to his neck to get them. It really could have been any of those things. She couldn't hold back a smirk at the last thought. Revenge was right up there with shopping and party planning when it came to her strengths. She was ready for whatever Chuck could throw at her. She couldn't help but wonder if he was ready for the return of Blair Waldorf.
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I'm probably turning this into a multi-chapter affair, I have some ideas of where I want to go with it, but it depends on the response... Let me know your thoughts, comments, criticisms and ideas!
Thanks!
♥♥