-1Title: I don't care what you think, as long as it's about me.

Author : Laura (alwaysbluex)

Summary : Drabbles of Chuck and Blair fighting, and dealing with a relationship. Just some classic chair!

A/N: I'm going to try drabbles. Since I love witty banter, and I don't have a big attention span. I'll add one once a day probably, if people enjoy them. Of course they are short and sweet. Enjoy!

Chuck flopped down on the couch, flipping throughout all the hundreds and hundreds of channels he had. Nothing on the television ever interested him, so why did he bother? He stopped at Breakfast at Tiffany's. Chuck had watched it so many times with Blair he could speak the dialogue in his sleep. He clicked it on anyway because he reminded him of Blair. Just then he heard a knock at the door. An instant smirk plastered over his face, she was early.

He opened the door and his face fell, but only for a moment.

"Nathaniel my man, to what do I owe the visit." Chuck said to his best friend of many years.

Nate gave a cocky grin. "Some fresh air perhaps?" he said smoothly, pulling a joint out of his back pocket. After twenty minutes the boys were lazily sitting on Chuck's bed, laughing about nothing in particular, and passing a joint back and forth.

"How are things going with, .. Whoever the hell you're dating now." Chuck said, waving his right hand in the air.

"I'm making my rounds." Nate smirked. "I think I've become the new Chuck Bass, and you are now taking place of me." he chuckled.

"Funny Nathaniel. But I'll never be as whipped as you were." Chuck drawled.

The door clicked opened slowly, the sound of stilettos clicked loudly on the hard wood floor.

"Chucccccck." Blair chirped. "You're about to get very." she stopped when she saw the boys on the bed. Her nose wrinkled instantly at the smell, she had never enjoyed the smell. It reminded her too much of her relationship with Nate.

She stomped over in her black stilettos and took the joint out of Chuck's hands and discarded of it. "Chuck!" she whined. "That's disgusting. I thought we agreed no drugs?"

Nate burst into laugher. "Dude, you are so whipped!"

"Chuck Bass will never be whipped." he snapped.

Blair rolled her eyes, and looked down at Chuck "You better ask Nate to leave, or he will be seeing more than he ever wanted -"

"Seen it all." Nate interrupted, and then frowned. "Unfortunately."