Gone with the Wind (Gossip Girl themed)
Okay this is my first try at making a classic a C/B scene, of course I'm going to carry on Gossip Girl Gone with the Wind, but I wanted to get a story across for some of those people who haven't seen the film.
I had to watch the film AGAIN which was annoying because its like two hours long and frustrating lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it, I'll only continue if at least someone does. Thanks for reading :)
Rhett Butler - Chuck Bass
Scarlett'O'Hara - Blair Waldorf
Ashley Wilkes - Nathaniel Archibald
Melaine Wilkes - Serena Van Der Woodsen
^ Just so you know now who's who in the story, and the names changes. x
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Blair had had such dreams that due to the war, Nathaniel Archibald would propose to her. Would end the never-ending wait, that he would openly in front of everyone sweep her right off her practical little feet and make her fall in love with him all over again. But as her mother had warned her, such dreams were just that, and harsh reality was that Nathaniel was to marry his cousin, Serena Van Der Woodsen. Blair hadn’t been personally told about an engagement let alone a wedding, she’d found out from her close by neighbours, a pair of twins who were always filling her in on lost gossip, at first she had refused to believe it, until Nathaniel told her himself.
“Nathaniel!” Blair yelled, a slight edge to her voice. He had taken long enough to leave the study with the men. She’d been waiting for over an hour just for him to come and see her, and still he managed to look surprised at her standing before him.
“Blair… Who are you hiding from? What are you up to? Why aren’t you upstairs resting with the other girls?” Nathaniel said, as Blair dragged him into an empty room.
The thought of spending the rest of the night with him was dazzling. Her mother would scold for days, the assembled guests would gossip for weeks. But she suddenly found that she didn’t’t care. She gave him a glimmering smile as he sat down waiting for her reply.
“Well Nate, Nate… I love you.” She said hurriedly as he looked at her with a gleam in his eyes that made her think he had no trouble at all with her saying what she had.
Astounded silence followed this revelation, Nathaniel stared at Blair, his mouth open, eyes wide.
“Blair…” Nathaniel spoke abruptly, his voice filled with sympathy.
“I love you, I do.”
“Well, isn’t it enough you gathered every other mans heart today? You always had mine.” Nate got to his feet as he spoke, walking towards the window - looking eagerly around for a distraction. He did love Blair, but more in a sisterly way. A way that whenever she got sick he would care for her, whenever she felt down he would hold her in his arms, but he would never think of taking her to bed. She was not his type of women, she did not understand what he needed in life - what he craved for. Serena did, both in the bedroom and in personality. She was a wife, and Blair was more a mistress. That was all she would ever be. It didn’t matter that she had spent a whole quarter of her life chasing after him, and it wouldn’t matter if she spent another quarter, she still wouldn’t get any joy.
For the first time in her life Blair had trembled on the thought of being in love, only to have her pretty dream tumble down around her head like a house of cards. The image of Nathaniel marrying Serena had troubled her past few nights, though she forced herself not to think about it during her waking hours - as she faced his back it was all she could think about.
“You mustn’t say things. You’ll hate me for hearing them.” his voice low but still serious.
”Oh, I could never hate you and, and I know you must care about me. Oh, you do care, don't you?” Her voice was faint.
Whatever argument he had been going to make he gave up on. Throwing up his hands in a silent gesture of defeat, as he turned back to face her.
“I’m going to marry Serena.” he said, ignoring her pleading face.
“But you can’t, not if you care for me.” Blair groaned, her tone told him that she was trying to be conciliatory.
“Oh my dear, why must you make me say things that will hurt you? How can I make you understand? You're so young and I'm thinking, you don't know what marriage means.” It took a while for Blair to get a sense of the words, and when she did a rush of disappointment filled her. She knew he would not back down, that he would not change his mind. This startled her in a way she hadn’t imagined, it shocked her worse then her fathers death, worse then the day she found out that Nathaniel wasn’t planning on marrying her. How could he think she didn’t know what marriage was? Marriage was her dream, it was what she’d always wanted from a little girl. To have a ring on her finger to prove she was more than just a woman - but a wife.
“I know I love you and I want to be your wife. You don't love Serena.” Blair slowly approached him, taking his hand and placing it with hers. She didn’t know when she’d next get him alone, soon Nathaniel would be going to war with the rest of the men, and she wanted to make their last meet worthwhile. For both of them to remember it. Even if it meant settling the deal before marriage.
“She's like me, Blair. She's part of my blood, we understand each other.” He cast another lightning glance at Blair, this one laden with guilt.
“But you love me!” Blair roared, she knew Nathaniel’s pride would make him lie. If he admitted to anything resembling the truth he would bee a man lost in confusion, and she wasn’t much further away from that herself even without his confession.
“How could I help loving you? You have all the passion for life that I lack. But that kind of love isn't enough to make a successful marriage for two people who are as different as we are.” His tone was harsh as he coldly removed her hand from his.
“Why don't you say it, you coward? You're afraid to marry me. You'd rather live with that silly little fool who can't open her mouth except to say "yes", "no", and raise a houseful of mealy-mouthed brats just like her!” Blair yelled, Nathaniel’s eyes narrowed and his mouth tightened. He was blazingly angry at her words.
“You mustn't say things like that about Serena.” His tone was savage, and he snarled the last two words.
“Who are you to tell me I mustn't? You led me on, you made me believe you wanted to marry me!” Her voice was a mere rumble of sound, low and threatening, as she closed in on him.
“Now Blair, be fair. I never at any time…” he said, his voice softening fractionally.
“You did, it's true, you did! I'll hate you till I die! I can't think of anything bad enough to call you…” Blair screamed, slapping him across the face.
There was a moment of thought, both them regretting what they had said or done. Neither of them bothering to apologise, there would be no point to it. Nathaniel left before Blair could calm down, and when he left she quickly threw one of Serena’s favoured vases across the room, favouring the sound of smashing glass.
“Has the war started?” A man that Blair recognised from earlier this evening, Chuck Bass, appeared from the sofa seat, he had obviously been laying down there the whole time, sleeping or….listening.
It surprised Chuck how beautiful the woman was, her voice certainly did not match her looks. Such a petite woman, with long dark hair that was curled at the bottom, her dark chocolate eyes staring curiously at him, and her lips pouting in wonder. She was past “gorgeous” or “stunning” she was beautiful, she was the prettiest woman he’d seen all night. And there had been a lot of woman at the dance.
She watched him with fascination the different expressions that played over his dark face as he moved towards her. “Sir, you…you should have made your presence known.” Blair felt herself go red in the face, her embarrassment showed with her stuttering.
“In the middle of that beautiful love scene? That wouldn’t have been very tactful, would it? But don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” He said as he stopped only a few centimetres away from her, breathing in her intoxicating smell.
“Sir, you are no gentleman.” Her voice was stronger now, the tone and words clear. Her chin was lifted, her lovely eyes bright with defence. He was an attractive man, but Blair wouldn’t dare admit it. Her friends had told her earlier on this evening of the reputation of Chuck Bass, a man who took a woman to bed but refused to marry her.
“And you miss are no lady. Don’t think that I hold that against you. Ladies have never held any charm for me.” Chuck smiled, he sounded so earnest, so intent on winning his way back into her good graces.
“First you take a low, common advantage of me, then you insult me!” Blair muttered under her breath, before turning to head towards the door.
“I meant it as a compliment. And I hope to see more of you when you're free of the spell of the elegant Mr. Archibald. He doesn't strike me as half good enough for a girl of your...what was it...your passion for living?” Chuck smiled.
Blair felt her annoyance rise to a new pitch. She had spent the last two nights shivering with the thought of Nathaniel not taking an interest, and here was some man she hardly knew, mocking her!
“How dare you, you are not fit to wipe his boot!” Blair yelled, coming quick to Nathaniel’s defence.
She stormed towards the door opening it, but making sure to wait a minute for his reply. She knew it would be a smart witty comeback, he was one of those men who were so sure of themselves. They needn’t worry about public appearances, or what the local women thought of them. He flattered her, and she was sure he would be around more then she’d hoped.
“And you were going to hate him for the rest of your life.” Chuck laughed, as Blair slammed the door behind her.
End, of Prt 1.