Title: Revenge is best served cold.

Author: Laura

Rating: PG-13 for sexual innuendos, and language.

Summary: Chuck does whatever he can to get Blair back after a summer of abandoning her. Blair does her best to bruise his ego, and get revenge.

Spoilers: all of season 1

Disclaimer: doesn't belong to me. Etcetc. If it did, Blair and Chuck would be the main two characters, OR I would be a character and have Chuck all to myself!

All spelling/grammar mistakes are my own.

This is my first fan fiction, so it's bound to be a bit off. For now, it's a one-shot, unless I get positive feedback.

He knew she was teasing him. Dressed in colours to match his trademark scarf, black and red. She also happened to be wearing the most intoxicating perfume. The very same perfume she was wearing when he lent a hand in her deflowering. Though, he deserved all this torture, and much more. He cheated on her, with many, many nameless bimbos, and worst of all her left her alone for the summer. He was Chuck Bass, and that would always be his excuse. It was very clear Blair didn't want him in her house. Her eyes were filled with anger, and it was all directed at him. Though, this didn't really upset him. He was actually enjoying the challenge that lie ahead, because in the end he knew he would win it.

The only girl he had ever loved, not to mention slept with more that once, was looking more ravishing then ever. Blair Waldorf was dressed in a tight red dressed, that hugged her curves in all the right places, and shimmered underneath the chandelier making her look more gorgeous than ever. With the dress was black pumps, which were probably meant to do serious damage to his shins, or worse, his manhood. As usual her lips were stained in a crimson red; set neatly in her hair was a black knotted headband, with her dark curls flowing out the sides.

Blair tried to keep herself calm as possible. Sipping her martini, and glancing around the room, being careful to stop at Chuck for a moment the glare at him. She knew he was able to tell what was going on, he always could. That's what she used to secretly love about him, now she hated it. All she wanted to do right now was ram her fingers down her throat, take a long hot bath, and be done with this dinner party. Instead she was stuck with her mothers dreadfully boring guests, and Chuck Bass starring at her all night. She rolled her eyes at him, and walked back to the bar.

Secretly she enjoyed being wrapped in his bed sheets. Being woke up by the sun peaking through the drapes, and him softly kissing her neck. She got satisfaction from knowing she was the only girl allowed to stay the night at the Bass suite. This changed nothing; he lied to her, cheated on her. Worst of all she cried all summer over that BASS-tard. Blair Waldorf doesn't cry over anyone, especially Chuck Bass. Never again would she be involved with him, not even to scheme. Revenge was what Blair wanted, and that's what she was going to get.



"Hey, B. How are you holding up?" Serena practically yelled, as if she wanted chuck to know she was feeling vulnerable.

"I'm fabulous, as always." She said loud enough so that chuck could hear. Then in a whisper she said, rolling her dark eyes. "Why the hell is Chuck here anyways?"

"Well, Bart, Eric, and my mom are here, and unfortunately Chuck is apart of the family." Serena said with a laugh. Truthfully Chuck and Serena were on good terms. This really pissed off Blair.

Chuck sipped his scotch, and kept listening closely to the conversation. He thought now would be the best time to make his move. He slowly walked over, and gave his usual grin to both girls.

"Hello Serena, Waldorf." He nodded in Blair's direction. "Bass." She snarled and looked away.

Serena could feel the tension in the room, so she tried to make things calmer. "So, Chuck... what did you do this sum-" She was cut off by Blair "Serena, we all know what, excuse me, I mean who he did this summer" Blair said with a fake grin, and downed the rest of her drink.

"Oh, Blair, come on. You aren't a whore" he smiled "Even if you slept with me AND my best friend all in the same week." Chuck grinned. No fucking way was he apologizing or grovelling. He wanted Blair back, but he was a Bass, not a bitch.

"Yeah, you're right, I'm not a whore" she leaned in and blew hot air in his ear "Nate was better."

Chuck choked on his drink "Blair, are you drunk already?"

Serena chimed in "You know what, I've heard more than enough. I think I'll go see if Nate has arrived yet."

Blair rolled her eyes and glanced at Chuck, who was giving his usual, lets-go-back-to-my-suite-look. "Ugh, what are you looking at?" she said, clearly disgusted. "Nothing, princess." He added, just to piss her off.

"You disgust me!" she began to walk away, but he grabbed her arm, and began to drag her away. Honestly, she was a little drunk, so she wasn't able to fight him off easily. "Let go of me Bass! Do you want me to take away your ability to pleasure woman?!" she threatened "Well, how would you go on Blair?!" he laughed

He pulled her into a dusty old supply closet, and yanked on the light almost breaking the bulb completely. It swayed back and forth. She suddenly felt very cornered. Of course she missed him, and she had a feeling it would come out.

"I miss you" the words burned coming out. He hated admitting it, but he really wanted her back in his arms.

"Well, I don't miss you; there are many more men out there for me." She said with a shaky voice.

"I'm the only one that gets your blood going though." He grinned, knowing he was right.

She wasn't giving up, just... using him she told herself as she began to kiss him. "I still hate you, I just want to, I'm very drunk, so I'll never remember this anyways" she said in between kisses "whatever you say Blair" he said

"I don't want you back, just so you know" she said while leaving a trail of crimson red lipstick down his neck. He knew not to pry right now, but he was going to get her back. They both forgot about their surroundings and got very lost in the moment. He began to unzip her dress, being careful not to rip it so Blair wouldn't snap back to reality and slap him. Blair kissed him again, secretly loving the taste of scotch and cigarettes. Afterwards, she leaned down to unzip his pants, and heard a high pitched screech.



"BLAIR CORNELIA WALDORF" Eleanor Waldorf yelled "What the hell are you doing?!" Blair felt her face flush. "Mom, please be quiet, all the dinner guests are in the next roo-"she looked around and saw everyone staring at her and chuck.

"NATE'S HERE!" Serena yelled, and then looked at Blair in the process of unzipping Chuck's pants. "I think we might need a drink." She said, and grabbed Nate and took him over to the bar.

Quickly Blair realised what she was in the middle of doing and stood up, trying to regain some composure. Chuck looked around not feeling that worried about what he was doing, until he saw his dad's face.

"Chuck, can't you keep it in your pants for one night?" Bart sighed, clearly embarrassed and disapointed in his son. Chucks face when the colour of the lipstick plastered on his neck.

"Ah, father, I was just... discussing the relationship between Blair and I." He said while fidgeting with the zipper on his pants.

"What relationship? We broke up, because you would rather fuck a hundred blonde bimbos than be committed with me." Wow, Blair was really getting her revenge, because everyone looked at Chuck as if they wanted to slap him.

Blair grinned. "Is dinner served yet?"

This was going to be an interesting dinner.

If you enjoyed this, please R&R, because if no one's intrested, I won't bother with the next chapter.