A Fallen Angel, The Devil Redeemed

Watch What You Say

Author's Note: Dedicated to Deniel for calling herself a fan of my work which I still think needs more improvement. Thank you, though. Your reviews make my heart swell. Keep them going, please! This is the "great idea" I was talking about. Basically proving Blair and Chuck wrong when they say specific lines or just simply being in denial about each other. When I say it, it doesn't sound very great but shush.

"Only my boyfriend gets to touch my hair."
-Blair Waldorf, 2x20

"Unless you want to see your scarf be cut to pieces, Bass, you have to stop pulling on my hair!" She says, in a very serious tone, but all he does is tilt his head and smirk.

"You can cut my scarf to pieces. I have a whole drawer of them, anyway." She groans at his response and ends up walking away from the playground. Ten year old Blair had no time to be dealing with ten year old Chuck Bass today.

Of course, the little boy would be the one to have the last laugh. Blair was such a hard target to make fun of. She was different from other girls. She was determined, an expert at getting under people's skins, and she had potential.

The other girls at his school were crybabies. Weaklings and were just a waste of time. They were boring and he never liked boring.

Blair, on the other hand. . . he could see himself in her. He would watch her. Observe her and simply look. Because he noticed that people didn't, and he was confused because that girl who just walked away had something special.

He liked her. Admired all of her colors, the dark and the pastels. He genuinely thought she was beautiful.

Today, he "pulled" her hair. He swore he did no such thing. He touched it. Her hair, carrying that shade of color brown in them always made him smile. The way her curls would bounce up and down as she played with her friends, (barely happens as she hates getting sweaty) the way it would be blown by the wind, leaving her neck bare, the scent of it made him dream of her every night.

His fingers were simply caught in it when she turned to him. He could never pull her hair. Maybe once- when she tried to run away from him as he tried to give her a rose on Valentines, only to realize she hated roses and preferred peonies to it.

Blair was smart but she was also clueless about a lot of things.

Either way, he liked her. He liked spending his time just teasing her and commenting about how she looked incredible in this or that.

He kept his thoughts to himself because he was Chuck Bass, and Chuck Bass doesn't fall for a girl.

A week later, he was greeted by one of the scariest glares in the gates of school. From Blair, of course. Who else would dare to look at him like that? Surprisingly, she had no headband today.

"Bass." She crossed her tiny arms.

"Waldorf." He nods at her, and waits for her to speak. She was probably going to give him a disciplinary hearing- something she does with her helpless minions to poor girls in her school.

"I've decided to call a truce upon the two of us. I am tired of having to deal with your actions, seriously. Can't you find somebody else to torture? I hear there's a transferee-"

She couldn't continue her sentence when Chuck brought his pointing finger to her forehead, where he tucked a stray curl behind her ear. She found herself not being able to look away as he focused on getting the hair out of her face.

"You should have worn a headband, Blair. Your hair looks better with it." He says, and finally takes his hand back from her curls.

"I. . . I was going to, I just couldn't find one that matched my outfit." She cleared her throat. She shook her head lightly and went back to her senses. "Enough about headbands. I waited for you to tell you that you can never go near my hair again." She raises her chin up, commanding him.

"Only my boyfriend gets to touch my hair. Okay, Bass?" She clarifies.

Chuck scoffs and shakes his head as well, walking past her, leaving her question unanswered. But he stops for a second and decides to do the opposite.

"That's impossible, Waldorf. Touching your hair is my new hobby."

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"Where are you?!" He gets the phone away from his ear when he heard Blair's sharp voice in the other line. He was in big trouble.

"Blame it on Nate, Blair. He was wasted when I found him. I'm on my way to you, now." He presses the button on the elevator that will lead him to the lobby of the Palace's hotel.

He heard Blair sigh loudly on purpose for him to hear. He stifles a laugh and shakes his head instead.

"You are adorable. I'll be there in 5 minutes." He ends the call and instructs Arthur to drive fast. It doesn't take him a lot of time to get to her penthouse, immediately going upstairs to her room were he found her, sitting on her chair at the vanity table.

"I really am sorry, Blair." He apologizes, something rare in the Chuck Bass lifestyle. Blair glares at him in the mirror while she wipes the light makeup off of her face. She ignores him, walking to their bathroom to brush her teeth.

Chuck takes the time to change into pajamas. He found some on the bottom most drawer of her dresser. He had some making up to do on his stubborn girlfriend.

"Can you pass the hairbrush, please?" She comes back, sits on the chair again and asks him to get the object on top of her dresser. Chuck picks it up and he steps closer, stopping behind her.

Slowly and gently, he takes all of her chocolate colored hair and brings it to her back, placing the brush on top and bringing it down until it reached the ends of the strands of her curls.

Her hair, as always, were soft in his hands. Blair let him be, and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked very careful, afraid to get tangles.

Suddenly she remembered that the look on his face was the exact same one from eight years ago when he tucked the stray curl behind her ear.

"Forgive me, please?" He asks in the middle of her reminiscing.

"How could I not, Bass?" She rolls her eyes, making him smile a sweet smile. Once he was done with her hair, he takes all of them in his hand again and brings them to one side, making him place his head on top of her naked neck.

"Let's go to bed. You still have your Yale interview tomorrow." Chuck kisses Blair's cheek and holds her hand, bringing them both to the queen-sized bed.

"Stop worrying. You will do great." She snuggles her body closer to his until there was no space between them. She inhaled his scent, thankfully not scotch. More like Sauvage by Dior.

"As long as you're there with me, I will do great." She mumbles. She hears Chuck say something else in her ear but her eyes gave up when he felt his hands playing with her brown locks softly, making her much more sleepy.

"Goodnight, Waldorf."
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