A/N – I've had this idea in my head for a little while and have decided to finally start writing it. Please let me know what you think and review!! =) It helps motivate me to keep writing more.

Title: Face Down

Rating: M

Summary: This takes place during season one, but doesn't follow anything directly. Nate and Blair have broken up, in which he quickly moves on to Vanessa. Blair is heartbroken over the breakup but chooses to hide it by dating Chad McMahon, St. Judes well known bad boy. Chuck, as usual, watches from the background as he suspects things aren't going so well with Blair's newfound romance.

I will include most of the characters, but the story is mainly about Chuck and Blair.

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Hey girl you know you drive me crazy

one look puts the rhythm in my hand.

Still I'll never understand

why you hang around

I see what's going down.

Red Jumpsuit Apparatus: Face Down

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Blair looked in the mirror, running her fingers across the fresh red marks. They seemed to be growing a deeper shade with every minute that passed by. Her lip held dry blood, threatening to reopen with any wrong move. Her eye was nearly swollen shut, dark marks bordering around it. Her cheeks were moist but no longer had tears running down them. She had no more tears. Only dry, red eyes, straining to shut and longing for sleep.

It was an accident. He didn't mean to. I just made him angry. I didn't listen. This is my fault. She thought, going against all the alarms going off in her head, urging her that she had done nothing wrong and this was not her fault. Confidence was far-gone by now, knocked out of her with the very first strike. Treatment like she had never known. She was no longer an object of affection, just an object.

The longer she sat, staring at the broken image, the harder it got for her do what she had planned on. His number already pulled up on her phone just waiting for the send button to be pushed. She dared herself to press it but was scared. Scared that he would find out and scared she would pay for her indiscretions.

In a moment of complete courage, she pressed the button and held the phone up to her ear. It rang, once, twice, three times, she counted before she heard his voice, woken from a sleep.

"Hello," he murmured. His voice was thick and raspy and it made Blair's heart skip a bit, taking the air out of her lungs. "Hello?" he asked again.

"Chuck…" Blair choked out, her voice cracking and instantly threatening tears to begin pouring down her face again.

"Blair?" he replied, confusion filling his voice. "It's 4 am Waldorf." Blair couldn't help but fee; the intense annoyance.

"I know. I'm really sorry. I just didn't know who else to call," she whispered, tears escaping from her worn out eye lids.

"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked, concern now taking over any annoyance he once had.

"I really need you," she cried, giving in to her sobs and allowing her body to collapse into her knees. "Please."