The Small Moments That Led to Chuck and Blair (1/?)
Title: The Small Moments That Led to Chuck and Blair
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Blair/Chuck
Rating: PG
Summary: The little moments in Chuck and Blair's life that led to the biggest moment of their lives.
Notes: Shoot me, I have too more ideas that I need to get out. That's what happens when you finish one fic (my EL one) and don't know what to do with the other (Postcards); you need to replace it with something to help you out of your funk. This is one of two new projects. This is a little less humorous than Postcards but it'll still have its moments. Thanks again to Dawn for beta-ing (if there's still a mistake, blame her. Mwuahahahaha, just kidding :P) and those of you who are willing to follow this one through.
Banner by issa_bell
Chapter 1: Killer Headbands and Bowties
As a little girl, Blair Waldorf dreamed about the perfect life. She was born to be a queen. Her parents had given her everything she wanted and then some. She saw the perfect partner in Nate Archibald (not that he knew it then, of course). She had the perfect best friend in Serena Van der Woodsen. And of course, she had Chuck Bass. Not that she wanted Chuck. But he came with Nate and she had to deal with him in preschool. He was a snotty little kid who found pleasure with other people's pain. He was also rich and disgusting for his age. Not very many people wanted to friends with him. Somehow, Nate had the patience of a saint to deal with Chuck Bass. No one else could deal with his torment. Not to mention he was new money at that time. Preschoolers were brutal when it came to new people.
But worst of all was when he messed with her. The first day of preschool, he had taken a quick look under her skirt and declared to the class just what underwear she had on. Since that day, she learned to fend for herself. It was the last day anyone bothered to laugh at her. She got young Charles in trouble by subtly tattling to their teacher. The just desserts tasted absolutely delicious. And yet, something about the way he glared at her made her feel a little bad. She was almost sorry for getting him in trouble. He never mocked her like that again.
Try as she could, she could not avoid him. If Nate was there, so was Chuck. Smirking, sneering, and just being a pest. Along with Serena, they had become friends. Every group had a nuisance and Chuck was theirs. Blair allowed it but told herself she would never get close to Chuck. Not close enough to tell her secrets or play a game with her alone. She'd tolerate him as long as Serena and Nate were around. It was a promise.
She never dreamed about giving Chuck Bass a hug at five. Now, many years later, she was carrying his child. Their child. It was night time and she would have given anything to be able to lie on her stomach again. Or her side like Chuck was doing. But no, the pain left her on the back. The baby was kicking as usual, which added to the physical pain. The beloved father of their child, however, was trying to catch his sleep. He had a meeting the next morning and didn't want to go into it half-awake.
Not that Blair or the baby were being helpful there. He didn't blame her for being upset, he expected all this. But it seemed that she became ten times the bitch when pregnant.
"This is your fault. All your fault!" she grumbled at his figure. His back was to her, lucky bastard. He didn't need to worry about carrying their child for nine months. "You said that we were ready. Well, I'm not! I'm not ready to give birth!"
"...Then why didn't you tell me that nine months ago?" He rolled back to face her. Like her, he was worn out but not from carrying a baby. The late night pains were getting to him too. The baby was due any day now. "Whatever you do, don't tell our son that you're not ready."
"What makes you certain it's a boy? Did you find out on your own? We agreed that it would be a surprise!" She gave him a nudge.
"Calm down, I'm making a very educated guess. Call it a father's hunch." He laid a hand on her stomach. "You're a boy, aren't you? That's why you're driving your mother crazy."
Blair rolled her eyes. "Well, one thing is certain; this is your child. He or she doesn't want me to sleep anymore. I close my eyes and I get kicked."
"Well, maybe he's scared. I recall one time when you didn't let me sleep because you were scared." He smirked. "Remember preschool? Naptime?"
"...Did you have to remind me?" She slumped in bed and the baby kicked. "Okay, okay, I won't complain about it! But I remember it. That dream. I hated that dream. I still remember how it changed all of a sudden..."
~ ~ ~
Pre-school/ Nap Time
Blair Waldorf was having her dream again.
Oooooooh
Naptime. One of her least favorite times because she would have the bad dreams.
Ooooooooh! Boooooo!
Every dream in nap time was a nightmare and it usually involved howling ghosts. She had no idea why but they were always there and they were always chasing her around. The dreams would start out like fairy tales; she would be a princess in her castle. Then all the riches and wonderful scenery would melt into darkness. Her fancy castle would turn into a dark tower and she would trapped in it. Ghosts would appear and chase her. Some were flesh-eating ghosts as well. She would run screaming for Prince Charming, demanding that the dream end...and she would wake up.
But this particular dream today was different. It started the same and then, as the castle turned to a dark tower, it happened.
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh!
It was not a ghost with teeth. It was no vampire or witch or werewolf. It was the last thing she expected to chase her around.
BOO!
A headband.
She was being chased around her castle by a headband. A pink headband with a big old pink bow on top. The ones she had were small but this one was huge. With teeth but a headband all the same. This killer headband kept opening its jaws up and down, heading towards her. Clank clank clank! The headband was even drooling green drool so that made it all the more terrifying. It was inching closer and closer and...
"RAWR!" it growled at her and she screamed.
Her eyes popped open wide and she stared at the ceiling. The first thing she did was touch her head. No headband, she didn't wear one today. That was good. Everything seemed normal. She was back in school. Lying between Serena and Nate. Sweating all over her mat. But no killer headbands at her side. Just her sleeping classmates and the teacher over in the corner. No one was allowed to get up during nap time until it was over. Even if the child woke up, they still had to stay on their mat until the lights came back on. But she wanted to talk to someone.
She turned to Nate only to find him dozed off. Same thing with Serena. Both of them looked like blond angels, off in dreamland, and no sign of fear on their faces. Like a princess and her prince. But as perfect as they looked, this was not going to help her. She wanted someone to talk to right now. Someone to listen to her go on about the terrible dream. And with two of her friends sound asleep, that left just one person.
She peered over Nate's shoulder to see Chuck Bass. His back was to her so she couldn't his face. But it couldn't be angelic. Chuck Bass did not know how to be angelic. He was naughty and slimy and unpleasant. At the same time, he was a friend. Friends did things for each other. Friends listened to each other. If she wanted to keep him as a friend, she had to get him to listen.
Ugh. She was going to reveal her feelings to Chuck Bass. But she had no choice either. Looking up to make sure her teacher wasn't hovering around them, she slowly crawled over to where Chuck was sleeping. He didn't look as angelic as Nate and Serena. Strong nose, thick lips, and arrogant face. Maybe he would get handsome when he was older. There was some hope for him.
Squeezing herself between him and Hazel Williams (who whined as she was pushed back), she began to hiss his name.
"Chuck! Chuck, wake up!"
"...No, Daddy, I'm not wearing that bowtie. It's...blue," Chuck murmured, rolling away from her. Oh, for crying out loud! She nudged him hard in the ribs and he let out a whimper. "Okay, okay, I'll wear it!"
"Chuck, wake up! It's me!" she whispered.
He rolled back to face her. Then he opened his eyes to find her there. "What is it?"
"I had a bad dream."
"...And I wear pink bowties. Good night." He closed his eyes.
"No, Chuck, this is important!" She nudged him again. This time, he groaned and woke up. "You have to hear this! It's what friends do!"
"I thought you didn't want to be friends with me, "he murmured.
"Well...that was yesterday! I want to be friends with you today! Now please listen to me, I had that same dream again! Nate probably told you about it, the princess dream. Only I wasn't being chased by ghosts. Or anything evil."
"So why was the dream bad?" He wanted to know, still grumpy from being woken from his nap. He rubbed his eyes and that's when she got a good look at them. Okay, so Chuck Bass had something redeeming. He had beautiful eyes for a kid. They were deep and they were locked on her. She could tell. His attention was not going to drift until she finished her tale.
"Because I was being chased by a...a..." She winced just thinking about the headband with its chomping jaws. It was terrible and stupid but he needed to know everything. She had promised to tell him the dream.
"Headband."
He lifted his head at that. "Excuse me?"
"I was chased by a headband! It had teeth!" she went on. "And it was enormous and pink and spat green stuff at me!"
Chuck looked at her for a long time. "So you're telling me that you were chased around by...a killer headband?"
"Yes!" She blinked, realizing what she had just admitted to. "A killer headband? Did I just say I was chased by a killer headband? Why did that scare me?"
"Don't worry, I was chased by a killer bowtie once, "he told her.
"Really?"
"No." He smirked. "I just tried to make you feel better. But look on the bright side, it's a dream."
"Yeah. One I don't want to dream it again, "he murmured. "At least it'll never happen. I mean, come on. Killer headbands. What a dumb dream." She looked up to see her teacher getting up now. It meant nap time was almost over. Any minute, the lights would flip back on. "Uh-oh, I better go back! Time to wake up!"
"Already?" He groaned. "Thanks a lot, Waldorf."
She nodded and decided to crawl back to her spot. But there was still something she had to do before leaving. Leaning over, she whispered, "Thanks for listening to me, Chuck."
He shrugged and turned away. "That's what friends do."
Friends. He had a very good point. And as she crawled back to her place between Nate and Serena, she knew one thing for certain. Chuck Bass was her friend and there was nothing she could do to change that.
Dreams about killer headbands did funny things like that sometimes.
TBC...
~ ~ ~
Note: I promise to work on "Postcards" soon. I'm sorry that I'm behind on that one but I needed to finish my EL fic first. Which I've done and am now working on a sequel. Anyway, I've been anxious to write a fanfic of the NJBC (namely C & B) in the past. Kids are way too much to write because they are more straightforward with what they like and dislike. So yeah, here is this. I hope you guys enjoy the beginning...and I hope my updating becomes more frequent too! Much love to all of you!
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Blair/Chuck
Rating: PG
Summary: The little moments in Chuck and Blair's life that led to the biggest moment of their lives.
Notes: Shoot me, I have too more ideas that I need to get out. That's what happens when you finish one fic (my EL one) and don't know what to do with the other (Postcards); you need to replace it with something to help you out of your funk. This is one of two new projects. This is a little less humorous than Postcards but it'll still have its moments. Thanks again to Dawn for beta-ing (if there's still a mistake, blame her. Mwuahahahaha, just kidding :P) and those of you who are willing to follow this one through.
Banner by issa_bell
Chapter 1: Killer Headbands and Bowties
As a little girl, Blair Waldorf dreamed about the perfect life. She was born to be a queen. Her parents had given her everything she wanted and then some. She saw the perfect partner in Nate Archibald (not that he knew it then, of course). She had the perfect best friend in Serena Van der Woodsen. And of course, she had Chuck Bass. Not that she wanted Chuck. But he came with Nate and she had to deal with him in preschool. He was a snotty little kid who found pleasure with other people's pain. He was also rich and disgusting for his age. Not very many people wanted to friends with him. Somehow, Nate had the patience of a saint to deal with Chuck Bass. No one else could deal with his torment. Not to mention he was new money at that time. Preschoolers were brutal when it came to new people.
But worst of all was when he messed with her. The first day of preschool, he had taken a quick look under her skirt and declared to the class just what underwear she had on. Since that day, she learned to fend for herself. It was the last day anyone bothered to laugh at her. She got young Charles in trouble by subtly tattling to their teacher. The just desserts tasted absolutely delicious. And yet, something about the way he glared at her made her feel a little bad. She was almost sorry for getting him in trouble. He never mocked her like that again.
Try as she could, she could not avoid him. If Nate was there, so was Chuck. Smirking, sneering, and just being a pest. Along with Serena, they had become friends. Every group had a nuisance and Chuck was theirs. Blair allowed it but told herself she would never get close to Chuck. Not close enough to tell her secrets or play a game with her alone. She'd tolerate him as long as Serena and Nate were around. It was a promise.
She never dreamed about giving Chuck Bass a hug at five. Now, many years later, she was carrying his child. Their child. It was night time and she would have given anything to be able to lie on her stomach again. Or her side like Chuck was doing. But no, the pain left her on the back. The baby was kicking as usual, which added to the physical pain. The beloved father of their child, however, was trying to catch his sleep. He had a meeting the next morning and didn't want to go into it half-awake.
Not that Blair or the baby were being helpful there. He didn't blame her for being upset, he expected all this. But it seemed that she became ten times the bitch when pregnant.
"This is your fault. All your fault!" she grumbled at his figure. His back was to her, lucky bastard. He didn't need to worry about carrying their child for nine months. "You said that we were ready. Well, I'm not! I'm not ready to give birth!"
"...Then why didn't you tell me that nine months ago?" He rolled back to face her. Like her, he was worn out but not from carrying a baby. The late night pains were getting to him too. The baby was due any day now. "Whatever you do, don't tell our son that you're not ready."
"What makes you certain it's a boy? Did you find out on your own? We agreed that it would be a surprise!" She gave him a nudge.
"Calm down, I'm making a very educated guess. Call it a father's hunch." He laid a hand on her stomach. "You're a boy, aren't you? That's why you're driving your mother crazy."
Blair rolled her eyes. "Well, one thing is certain; this is your child. He or she doesn't want me to sleep anymore. I close my eyes and I get kicked."
"Well, maybe he's scared. I recall one time when you didn't let me sleep because you were scared." He smirked. "Remember preschool? Naptime?"
"...Did you have to remind me?" She slumped in bed and the baby kicked. "Okay, okay, I won't complain about it! But I remember it. That dream. I hated that dream. I still remember how it changed all of a sudden..."
~ ~ ~
Pre-school/ Nap Time
Blair Waldorf was having her dream again.
Oooooooh
Naptime. One of her least favorite times because she would have the bad dreams.
Ooooooooh! Boooooo!
Every dream in nap time was a nightmare and it usually involved howling ghosts. She had no idea why but they were always there and they were always chasing her around. The dreams would start out like fairy tales; she would be a princess in her castle. Then all the riches and wonderful scenery would melt into darkness. Her fancy castle would turn into a dark tower and she would trapped in it. Ghosts would appear and chase her. Some were flesh-eating ghosts as well. She would run screaming for Prince Charming, demanding that the dream end...and she would wake up.
But this particular dream today was different. It started the same and then, as the castle turned to a dark tower, it happened.
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh!
It was not a ghost with teeth. It was no vampire or witch or werewolf. It was the last thing she expected to chase her around.
BOO!
A headband.
She was being chased around her castle by a headband. A pink headband with a big old pink bow on top. The ones she had were small but this one was huge. With teeth but a headband all the same. This killer headband kept opening its jaws up and down, heading towards her. Clank clank clank! The headband was even drooling green drool so that made it all the more terrifying. It was inching closer and closer and...
"RAWR!" it growled at her and she screamed.
Her eyes popped open wide and she stared at the ceiling. The first thing she did was touch her head. No headband, she didn't wear one today. That was good. Everything seemed normal. She was back in school. Lying between Serena and Nate. Sweating all over her mat. But no killer headbands at her side. Just her sleeping classmates and the teacher over in the corner. No one was allowed to get up during nap time until it was over. Even if the child woke up, they still had to stay on their mat until the lights came back on. But she wanted to talk to someone.
She turned to Nate only to find him dozed off. Same thing with Serena. Both of them looked like blond angels, off in dreamland, and no sign of fear on their faces. Like a princess and her prince. But as perfect as they looked, this was not going to help her. She wanted someone to talk to right now. Someone to listen to her go on about the terrible dream. And with two of her friends sound asleep, that left just one person.
She peered over Nate's shoulder to see Chuck Bass. His back was to her so she couldn't his face. But it couldn't be angelic. Chuck Bass did not know how to be angelic. He was naughty and slimy and unpleasant. At the same time, he was a friend. Friends did things for each other. Friends listened to each other. If she wanted to keep him as a friend, she had to get him to listen.
Ugh. She was going to reveal her feelings to Chuck Bass. But she had no choice either. Looking up to make sure her teacher wasn't hovering around them, she slowly crawled over to where Chuck was sleeping. He didn't look as angelic as Nate and Serena. Strong nose, thick lips, and arrogant face. Maybe he would get handsome when he was older. There was some hope for him.
Squeezing herself between him and Hazel Williams (who whined as she was pushed back), she began to hiss his name.
"Chuck! Chuck, wake up!"
"...No, Daddy, I'm not wearing that bowtie. It's...blue," Chuck murmured, rolling away from her. Oh, for crying out loud! She nudged him hard in the ribs and he let out a whimper. "Okay, okay, I'll wear it!"
"Chuck, wake up! It's me!" she whispered.
He rolled back to face her. Then he opened his eyes to find her there. "What is it?"
"I had a bad dream."
"...And I wear pink bowties. Good night." He closed his eyes.
"No, Chuck, this is important!" She nudged him again. This time, he groaned and woke up. "You have to hear this! It's what friends do!"
"I thought you didn't want to be friends with me, "he murmured.
"Well...that was yesterday! I want to be friends with you today! Now please listen to me, I had that same dream again! Nate probably told you about it, the princess dream. Only I wasn't being chased by ghosts. Or anything evil."
"So why was the dream bad?" He wanted to know, still grumpy from being woken from his nap. He rubbed his eyes and that's when she got a good look at them. Okay, so Chuck Bass had something redeeming. He had beautiful eyes for a kid. They were deep and they were locked on her. She could tell. His attention was not going to drift until she finished her tale.
"Because I was being chased by a...a..." She winced just thinking about the headband with its chomping jaws. It was terrible and stupid but he needed to know everything. She had promised to tell him the dream.
"Headband."
He lifted his head at that. "Excuse me?"
"I was chased by a headband! It had teeth!" she went on. "And it was enormous and pink and spat green stuff at me!"
Chuck looked at her for a long time. "So you're telling me that you were chased around by...a killer headband?"
"Yes!" She blinked, realizing what she had just admitted to. "A killer headband? Did I just say I was chased by a killer headband? Why did that scare me?"
"Don't worry, I was chased by a killer bowtie once, "he told her.
"Really?"
"No." He smirked. "I just tried to make you feel better. But look on the bright side, it's a dream."
"Yeah. One I don't want to dream it again, "he murmured. "At least it'll never happen. I mean, come on. Killer headbands. What a dumb dream." She looked up to see her teacher getting up now. It meant nap time was almost over. Any minute, the lights would flip back on. "Uh-oh, I better go back! Time to wake up!"
"Already?" He groaned. "Thanks a lot, Waldorf."
She nodded and decided to crawl back to her spot. But there was still something she had to do before leaving. Leaning over, she whispered, "Thanks for listening to me, Chuck."
He shrugged and turned away. "That's what friends do."
Friends. He had a very good point. And as she crawled back to her place between Nate and Serena, she knew one thing for certain. Chuck Bass was her friend and there was nothing she could do to change that.
Dreams about killer headbands did funny things like that sometimes.
TBC...
~ ~ ~
Note: I promise to work on "Postcards" soon. I'm sorry that I'm behind on that one but I needed to finish my EL fic first. Which I've done and am now working on a sequel. Anyway, I've been anxious to write a fanfic of the NJBC (namely C & B) in the past. Kids are way too much to write because they are more straightforward with what they like and dislike. So yeah, here is this. I hope you guys enjoy the beginning...and I hope my updating becomes more frequent too! Much love to all of you!